#and it also deals with FFXV because that's our shared fandom

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Just so people know I have zero interest with Roleplay or being on Twitter at all. Tumblr is so much fun when publishing ad for fanfiction fun projects. I use to have a Twitter fanfiction just for all my writing stories

My favourite way to distress. I was going to write something more for my bio on additional fandoms but all I ended up doing today is playing games 🎮

I did want to write unfinished projects for my Roleplay stories for: ffxv, kingdom hearts, crossover novels that I had in mind but I never got to do 😂 because I was too busy this year. I still can't believe is October and before I know it would be Christmas 💜

I hope you all have an amazing week/month. So if people think who is this lady, oh I know this lady: I have literally no time for crazies. So if people want to make a bomb of something I would still blocked. Heck I block all the pornos tumblrs. Yeah I'm surprised they're there and like the heck?

After few months longer. I was laughing with all my old twitter accounts messages and was spring cleaning. It does feel bloody good. 📨💜

I do miss gaming in a weird way. Kind of want to play Kingdom Hearts birth by sleep. I had the urge to play FFXIII suddenly. What's wrong with me? Imagine if you leave me alone for a month - I end up gaming all month. 😂💜 And I wouldn't give a shit about anything else. I would be too fixated about the game trophies I want to collect. The thing I like about birth by sleep is the level and when playing FFX have anyone tried the expert sphere grid? Sheesh. The nodes where you can fill it all out. 😂 I absolutely didn't like playing blitzball.

But the pain! The pain! 😭 and I use to also like sharing my gaming on social media until PS4 decides to ban it 😤 like why? 😒 It's just a game! Like come on we can't share our gaming experience play time? That would be very cool. Would have made a walkthrough for kingdom hearts if Facebook PS4 allowed it.

I'm also scared of leaving a review for people now on archive of our own because somebody got really shitty when I got excited over a fandom and over a fic until they berated me for it. So I lost the courage and said fuck it not my time to deal with fools. So I didn't do it anymore. 💔

I keep to myself more often and just read for fun and relax my mind. Two things that relaxes my mind for off days: write fics and read a really good stories. Now why do I have such a strong urge to collect all those trophies on FFXV? If I could I want a Noctis Luna battle wall paper over my ps4 background!!! That would be cool! The Ardyn episode was really cool. I played it once! I had way too much fun playing him 🤣 but bit too short for my liking.

Or a Kingdom Hearts 3 best keybladers! That would be awesome! Either way would work just shows which ones I was more mad about

Uh I haven't touch my PS4 for ages. I don't need a PS5. If you ask me which consoles I like I still prefer PS4. If people sell my PS4 I would be so mad and buy it back then kick your ass for it. 😆

I was more mad about kingdom hearts to the point I want to collect all of it. My favourite trio is still: Ventus, Aqua and Terra. 🥹 When I retire I would go back to gaming and be a gamer 😆💜

I have zero Twitter account

Rarely on most social media platforms but prefer Tumblr.

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Gonna use this space to try to organize my response to / thoughts about @nomadsky ‘s ‘essay’ about the mom-friend trope, which she wrote in response to a question I asked. You can read it >>HERE<<. I’m not reblogging it to add my commentary because it’s not under a cut and I don’t imagine everyone’s interested. BUT if you want to read my response, consider reading hers first, as I’ve only paraphrased her here.  Topics: feminism, fanfic writing, tropes 

You said: Hakkai and Shiro are other examples of characters called ‘mom-friend’. --I can see Hakkai being the ‘mom-friend’, though I wasn’t involved in the fandom long enough to really notice it. I’m not into Voltron enough to know much about Shiro as a ‘mom-friend’, but I’ve never thought of him in that way, because I always see him shipped with Allura, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a straight-shipped person referred to as ‘mom’ or ‘dad’ (whichever is opposite to their gender), though my not having seen it means little. That leads me to ask, do you find the ‘mom-friend’ trope equally harmful to both male and female characters? Or is it specifically to male characters, for likening them to a stereotypical female? If so, does that... apply also to female characters referred to as ‘dad-friend’? (Again, something I haven’t really seen, but I’m sure it happens.) (And what about real people referring to themselves as ‘mom-friend’?) You said: The trope glorifies the existence of damaging gender roles. -- I don’t have much more to say to this than is covered in the next section. You said: male character shows empathy and is then likened to the feminine, and that reflects toxic masculinity. Suddenly he doesn’t fit the male image, but instead has to be somewhat feminine. This kind of attitude stops men from expressing their emotions. -- I agree, empathetic male characters are often reduced to being feminine, which is obviously not good because any reasonable person knows men should be allowed to express emotion, etc. Saying that he suddenly doesn’t fit the male image...  I guess I’m a littttle unclear about that one. I get it, I think? But to me that seems to depend largely on what the reader/whatever thinks “the male image” means. I get that the standard or stereotypical male image is... well, you know how it is, but I guess I’m seeing a little bit of a disconnect in these points. Empathetic --> feminine. Sure, I see that. Kind of arbitrary, like most gender stuff, but sure. Feminine --> not male. I... see that, but I don’t feel it, I suppose. I don’t know why guys can’t have feminine traits. I see that it’s a common thought though. And then, I guess what you’re saying is that if men feel that showing empathy makes them girly, they won’t do it? I understand that. But to me that seems like a problem with men’s disdain for femininity, so, like... to me it feels like the problem is not just that empathy = feminine, but that feminine = bad. (Ultimately, I don’t think we’re disagreeing here, it’s just some of the finer points which are a bit foggy, particularly regarding how we ought to deal with that toxic masculinity. To over-simplify it: you suggest that we stop referring to empathy as feminine. (Not an unreasonable solution.) I suggest that we help men realize it’s okay to be ‘feminine’ (whatever that means). (Hopefully also not an unreasonable solution.) Both rely a little heavily on semantics, which means by my own rules I should stop arguing about it.)  You said: using this trope often makes writers reduce a character to stereotypes. -- I can’t really disagree with this at all. That’s certainly true, although it will depend largely on the writer’s skill, and the reader’s interpretation. I hope I’m above it, but that would be for my readers to decide.  ((The following paragraph is, I think, based on a misunderstanding of your original post, but I’m leaving it anyway. If it’s NOT a misunderstanding and that is infact what you meant, please let me know.))  You said: mom-friend/dad-friend ships create an unhealthy power imbalance. -- I guess I don’t see this one at all. I don’t know if I just don’t understand what you mean, or if it’s a difference in my perception. Who in this case has the upper hand? The ‘mom’ because they are the overbearing one? Or the ‘dad’ because men have more power? I’m not a parent yet, but I am a married woman, and I’ve never thought of ‘mom/dad’ as having a power imbalance. It... doesn’t make sense to me. I’m really tilting my head at this one. I just feel like you made a huge leap between ‘mom/dad’ ships and abuse, and I feel like I’m really missing something. Okay, unless I misunderstood you entirely and what you meant was that ‘mom’ character (OR ‘dad’ character) is often shipped with ‘child’ character which is inherently abusive??? Now that I can see, definitely. To me that’s not even something I think about because I practically never ship those kinds of ships. See now, the first time I read this post, I was coming at this section from an entirely different viewpoint, but now I think I see what you mean, particularly using Gladio/Prompto as an example. I get that, with Gladio being accepted as a ‘dad’ character, and Prompto typically being a ‘child’ character. Right. I don’t like the ship much myself, although I suppose it could be okay if they did away with the representation of the characters as ‘dad’ and ‘child’. *shrug* So, one of your problems with the ‘mom-friend’ trope is that they’re often shipped with ‘child-friend’. I get that. I don’t like it either. But I’ve never considered that as being really relevant to the trope because it’s not something I take part in. I guess I tend to think of ‘mom-friend’ more in terms of like ‘half of a pair with dad-friend’ than ‘has any sort of specific relationship with child-friend’. (Even though, yeah, that is sort of the definition of a mom.) You said: (and I’m quoting this time)  😳 ‘Admire me?’ 😳 Why would you do that? 😳 I’m honestly a badly put together mess. Nothing to admire here. 😝 -- Oh psshaw. Of course I admire you. You’re a good writer, you’re funny, and you seem like a good person, not to mention clearly intelligent! And on a fandom level, I feel like you’ve put more detailed thought into a lot of things (FFXV-related, especially), so I feel it’s only natural to defer to you in regards to these. You said: Does the way I write Ignis fall into any of the pitfalls you described?  (does he get feminised or appear weak for being caring? does he come across as more nagging and annoying than in canon? does he respect other characters’ agency and autonomy or not? and if not, is it acknowledged as problematic at some point in the story? etc.). --- Honestly: I don’t know entirely. I mean, I can look at them individually:   -- Appear weak for being caring: no, I don’t think so   -- More nagging or annoying than canon: maybe, but if so it’s because of the circumstances in the AU.   -- Respect others’ agency and autonomy: to a degree that I think is warranted by the circumstances.   -- If not, is it acknowledged? : I plan to acknowledge his lapses in ‘respecting others’ agency’. (Though I haven’t written nearly that far. That’s end-of-story stuff and woah am I ever not close to that yet.) BUT!!!   -- Is he feminised? : This I don’t know, because I don’t know what’s considered feminised. If he is, I don’t think it’s because he is caring. I like your suggestions that he could assess his own identity in regards to masculinity, but I’m not sure I’ll touch on that much in this particular story... Well actually, I probably will a little, but I imagine he’ll push it aside as being unimportant in comparison to.. the other stuff that’s happening. *shugs loosely* tbh I’m still in the planning process of anything past the first 1/10th. THANKS very much for writing this post, and being open to discussing things like this. After my first read-through of it, I was fairly stressed because I thought we were disagreeing a lot, but the process of writing a response has (I think) given me a better understanding of what you wrote. Now, it seems that we may actually agree more than I originally thought, and hopefully we’ll be able to explain any remaining differences. (If you’re interested.)  <3 

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}} OC talk

I got a wild hair and wanted to talk about an OC I have for FFXV that I’ll (likely) never get the chance to explore but am very much proud of nonetheless.

Whether through intentional withholding of information or (more likely) lack of time, Squeenix left a lot of information about Messengers just... completely up in the air and open. We see four confirmed Messengers in-game (Gentiana, Pryna, Umbra, and Carbuncle), but the Cosmogony claims that there are twenty-four in total. That’s an awful lot of semi-Astral beings to just wander around, so my own personal headcanon is that several of these Messengers must be dedicated to specific gods. It can be argued that Gentiana works in service to Shiva, disregarding the times when she is Shiva as it’s still unclear whether they’re two separate beings or one disguised as another. Carbuncle, due to his relation to the line of Lucis, may work more closely with Bahamut than the other Astrals. (And please do understand this is all conjecture on my part, with a little help from the fandom in some cases.)

I’ve always liked the idea that the summons from previous games still exist in Eos, even if we don’t get the opportunity to see them. It’s implied (somewhat) that Ixion still exists and may be in service to Ramuh, as it appears at the head of Ramuh’s staff when he calls lightning in battle.

And with that, let’s get into Revyscere...

General

Revyscere (rey-vii-say-ray, with emphasis on the vii) Messenger to the gods Ifrit and Leviathan Revyscere’s form is primarily based off the Zu in FFXV, save for a few key differences:

Rather than clawed feet, Revyscere has two fully-functioning humanoid hands that can grasp, motion, and perform fiddly tasks typical of any creature with an opposable thumb.

Revyscere’s skull more closely resembles an enteledont’s than a zu’s and has the teeth to match (as opposed to the zu’s seemingly vestigial “teeth”).

Revyscere has three humanoid breasts akin to the harpy Celaeno from The Last Unicorn. I admit that I’ve based quite a bit of Revyscere on that character as her appearance and mannerisms were very striking to me and remain so to this day.

Their calls sound much closer to a woman screaming than any identifiable speech/birdcall. Because of this, Revyscere requires a familiar when they choose to speak to humans. A familiar is a human that is offered up for Revyscere’s purposes to serve as a mouthpiece for the Messenger. (This will be explained later.)

Revyscere’s plumage varies depending upon how old they are. They begin very bright and colorful, matching a roaring bonfire and the “traditional” idea of a phoenix. As they age/deteriorate, their colors calm to ash/cinder/coal greys and blacks.

Revyscere refers to themself in majestic plurals (we/us/our). They also trend towards feminine descriptors (such as calling themself Mother-Phoenix).

Purpose

Revyscere, despite being a “Messenger”, actually deals more heavily with Astrals than they do with humans. Astrals die. They have incredibly long lifespans, but they do die natural deaths (and unnatural ones as witnessed in-game). Revyscere’s purpose is to facilitate the Astrals’ rebirth when their time comes, an action they carry out by eating the Astral’s corpse, absorbing its energy, and then laying an egg that will hatch into a fresher, younger Astral.

Yeah, it’s pretty gruesome. Such is life and its endless cycle. How much Revyscere devours translates to how “developed” the new Astral will be/how far along in their lifespan they’ll hatch. For example, Revyscere would not have to take much from Ramuh in order for him to hatch as an “adult”. If they can only swallow a small piece (say..... a single untainted horn from the head of Ifrit.....), the Astral will be reborn essentially as a child, new and innocent. Revyscere serves all the gods in this way, but they are particularly tied to Ifrit and Leviathan (”craftsmen to the cradle of all life”, and this again dives headlong into a ton of headcanon I have concerning the Astrals themselves... but that’s a different essay). Revyscere cannot die by normal means or through damage to their body. Instead they carry within them the one true Phoenix egg, which can only be hatched by Ifrit’s own fire. It’s only through Ifrit’s flame that the old Revyscere can die and the new one can hatch to carry on the life/death/rebirth cycle.

Familiars

As I stated before, Revyscere cannot speak. All communication with mankind is carried out through familiars, humans that have been offered up (essentially as sacrifice) to Revyscere. Since they are closely tied to Ifrit, the Messenger was regarded similarly to an Astral in Solheim. It was considered an honor to offer oneself up to serve as their familiar, with large ceremonies held to usher the person into their new life and purpose. Humans are reborn in the same manner as Astrals: Revyscere devours them, lays an egg, and (after a length of time to gestate) their familiar hatches into Revyscere’s service. This essentially “kills” the person they once were, as they become a vehicle for the Messenger’s voice and will, devoid of their previous personality and knowledge of their human life.

If adequate time is not given for the familiar to gestate, they will emerge “incomplete”. “Incomplete” familiars serve as mouthpieces but retain their human memories and personalities, and Revyscere will likely abandon them. (Similarly Astrals not given enough time to gestate will emerge younger than intended, but Revyscere guards the Astrals’ eggs with far more care and tenacity than familiars’.)

In general Revyscere has very little regard for mankind outside of what the Astrals require from it. Though they are not actively hostile to humans, they very much consider mankind beneath them (an attitude shared with Leviathan) and regard their duty to the Astrals as far more important than any human life. Because of this, Revyscere was sealed away by the Oracle (much like the Menace Beneath quests) and Bahamut soon after Ifrit died out of fear they would attempt to revive the dead Astral and the war would start up once again. It isn’t until the dawn returns and the Oracles’ magic has finally run its course that Revyscere breaks free to fly the skies once more, searching out what it can find of Ifrit so that balance may be restored among the Hexatheon.

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Fic Writer Appreciation Day!! 

Hi everyone!! I think it’s so important to highlight and honor our amazing fic writers! I love so many people in various fandoms and so many lovely people have given me so much joy from both their friendship and their writing!! I’m going to do these posts by fandom, so I’m going to start with FFXV!! 

@youaremynewdream - JANIEEEEE MY LOVE!!! I think you’re so incredibly talented and such a fun writer. I love all your ideas, they’re always so creative and I’m so proud of you for writing a multi-chapter! LOL! I also love playing our prompt game, it’s always so fun to see what you come up with whether it be FFXV or DA! You’re my best writing buddy even when you’re writing and falling asleep LOL! and thank you for always dealing with me and reading my shit ahead of time when I’m panicking and weird! You are awesome and everyone should go read Until The Light! 

@liziscribbles - LIZI <3 You’ve become one of my closest friends in this fandom, which is kind of crazy cause a year ago I was just reading your stuff being like WOW :O LOL!! And now we talk and plot everyday! I love getting the chance to read all your stuff ahead of time and I appreciate you reading so much of mine, even for pairings and fandoms you don’t know at all! XD you’re so supportive and I love getting hype with you and reading all your wonderful AU ideas. AU buddies!!! All of your AUs are awesome, but one of my favs of yours is Timing is Everything because it was one of the first fics I read from you and it always made me cry and smile <3

@countingpaperstars - MILS!! ILU! You’ve always been so freaking supportive and lovely and you’re one of the most talented writers I know in this fandom. I love how you ship EVERYTHING and you come up with such creative ideas. I am so drawn into Divenire, I feel like I’m reading the best alternate timeline of the game!? Your actions scenes are so freaking impressive and I just love everything you’re doing with it. When I start reading I can never stop tbh! All of your fics are amazing and everyone should go read Mils fantastic fics! 

@theorchardofbones - Cammmmmm. TBH your writing was what got me super hardcore back into reading. I read your long distance Promptis fic and I was soooo hooked. You have such amazing fics and writing. I’ve read through so many of your fics and just loved it. You inspired me to love Promptio even more than I did (your wicca AU gives me LIFE), and I love getting to chat AUs and writing when we can <3. Gardenia Hall gave me so many feels and was so my jam even if you cock blocked me :P I know you’ve been a little blocked lately, but I know very soon you’re going to punch through that block and continue to be amazing. I can’t wait to see what ideas you continue to come up with in the future, I’m sure you’ll make me cry and smile!!  

@highwindhq - Es ILU so much and I miss you, please move here and hang out all the time :P I’m so happy I was able to meet you and talking both fics and VO etc has been such a treat. You are such a sweet person and incredible talented as an actress and writer. The Far and Distant Light is one of the BEST Highspecs fics I’ve read and I really want to believe this is the true Highspecs canon LOL. I feel like you understand these characters so well and I’m so impressed by your writing and talent. Also thank you so much for all your support, especially on my Promptio/Highspecs fic where people didn’t seem to carry as much. 

@harmonization - HARMONY YOU LOVELY LADY!! I am so honored to chat and be friends with you. Your fics are absolutely stunning and I think you are one of the main people I know who put as much time and effort into your fics. I know how hard you work on perfecting each line and it REALLY shows. All of your FF fics, whether they be for FFXV or FFVII have been AMAZING to read. TBH It Rains Ashes on Golgotha was so beautiful and one of the best fics I’ve EVER read. It really sold me on Clack, I mean... I was already sold but it just reaffirmed so many things. I cried on a plane reading it LOL. You are so kind and so supportive and I thank you for all you’ve done for me in this past year <3 it seriously means alot! 

@ghostoftheyear - PAM!! You are the writer of Waking the Moon, the first ABO fic I read in FFXV and the best one I read tbh Your werewolves of Lucis fic is SO fantastic and EVERYTHING I love about ABO and I just love how you write all the characters. You have been so supportive and so lovely, and I just am so happy I’ve met you and had the opportunity to be friends with you. (Also it makes me so happy you love Promnis as much as you do!! I also love all your art, your idol AU gives me LIFEEEEE

@unsteadygenius - MAGAN!!!!! Your Gladnis is just SO INCREDIBLE. I fell in love with your Gladnis reading your coffeeshop AU, and I am currently so hype about There Is, your Gladnis HS AU. I just have been getting so many feels seeing Iggy’s past and seeing his and Gladio’s relationship develop. I love your portrayal of Gladio SO SO much. I live for all your updates! Thank you for being such a staple Gladnis writer <3

@notthelasttime - I know I’ve never spoken to you, but I just wanted to tag you and thank you for your Bad Moon Rising series. It has two of the fics that made me just fall in love with Promnis. It’s such a great AU and your writing is AWESOME. Love it so much!

@ivelostmyspectacles - We’ve never spoken either, but I wanted to thank you for writing By Moments. It is my favorite Ignoct fic and soulmate AU, it’s just such a stunning fic and I cried reading it. Thank you so so much for sharing it! <3

I know this is a super long post and I apologize... i ESPECIALLY apologize if I forgot anyone!! I am on vacation using my PC so I feel really off and I’m certain i left SOMETHING or SOMEONE off.... so I am super sorry, but thank you to EVERYONE who has read and commented and supported my FFXV fics, you all are AMAZING. 

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300+ follow forever & happy 2018!

I cannot say how happy I am to see 2017 finally gone - this year was probably the worst one I ever experienced, with a multitude of things offline. The worst of it all was losing my father to a very sudden heart attack, and I am still dealing with the legal and sentimental consequences to this day. However, if there is one thing I’ll take with pride and joy from this year, this is definitively the time spent on this blog and with you all.

FFXV was the first game I experienced at the time of its release - I was too late to the party for the previous titles so this was an amazing experience: to share it all real time, to see people as excited as I was. As soon as I beat the game, I knew I needed to write Aranea and I’m so glad to have you all accompanying me while I do - or at least try to make her justice.

It took me a while to find her voice, to give her a background and reasons for her actions; I’m happy to know you either have a lot of free time or actually buy the things I have come up with so far! :D I absolutely love all the headcanons, the funny stories and the cool theories this fandom created and I’m pumped for the 1 year anniversary of this blog next January!

Without further ado, I wish you all a lovely 2018 - from the bottom of my heart, may all the negativity and the intolerance of this year be reduced or replaced by better attitudes in 2018. I will do my part and I hope to see more people taking it upon themselves to make the world a better place, a step at a day. I honestly believe we can do this if we quit moping and keep on hoping, yeah?

Thank you for everything, guys! I’ve added some additional words for some of the people who have become essential to this blog for most of this year - both for the mun and the muse, and I know many more will be added soon! Truly hope to see everyone for more shenanigans in 2018. :)

PS: huge shout-out to the always amazing @verslin for the chibi!Aranea! :D

@culinarystrategist: I distinctly remember we started interacting through an askbox meme I sent while locked away in one of my partner’s office, full-time on this client that wouldn’t die (I even nicknamed it ‘Seymour’). You were probably one of the first friends I made on this blog and I’m always delighted to read your replies, be them serious or crack - you just got Iggy’s voice perfectly in my view. Jo, your Iggy is my Iggy and I love both of you like crazy. Thank you for all the offline chatting about house appliances and the smooch mondays! This was a tradition I couldn’t bring myself to break even after losing my dad, so I guess you know how much I love you - and your cats. And David! :D

@trashkingizunia: ‘Where in the World is Klaha Sandiego’ wasn’t what brought us together, but I daresay it helped to solidify our bonds, haha. I love how instantly we bonded over our mutual (Japanese) interests and how your love for Ardyn made me love him enough to start AUs and make all these crazy triangles with Ignis, too! I sincerely owe you for a lot of the newfound admiration I have for Ardyn as a character - and a lot of the fun times, be it with Ardyn masquerading as Aranea or merely finding his car wrecked. :D

@infideliis: Kevin! You were one of the first people I approached after moving from VII to XV and I’m so glad you’re still around. :) Although I don’t write with your Ardyn, your Ravus has introduced me to so many possibilities and I never thought I’d build my first ship with you! XD I sincerely adore your Ravus - the way he thinks and acts is just a perfect match and I look forward to all the new interactions based on the new DLC stuff. :D Thank you for welcoming me and for being the inspiration you are to us all.

@loqis: Okay, so I don’t even know how to begin - I never dreamed I’d be so in love with this mech-crazy guy with 5 minutes of screen time, let alone build so many headcanons and threads and AUs? Vers, you are one AMAZING person and I can’t get enough of your humor, your talent (SEE THAT DRAWING???), your support and your awesome writing skills. I’ll still find a way to interact with ALL your muses because I obviously mess with Loqi way more than I should. XD PS: STILL WON THE THING FIVE TIMES.

@phylxrchus: Iko - nope, not gonna adjust to your new nicknames, I just can’t. I also can’t properly say how grateful I am for your friendship and support. You are one of the most loyal and caring individuals I met here and I wish you nothing but the best. You keep surprising me at every turn - but it plot-wise for roleplay or with real life updates! :D I adore you and I am genuinely excited for this year, for both of us. Please feel hugged during your hiatus and know I’ll be here waiting for your return - and with a brand new verse crafted~. :D

@meldaciomartyr: De-niceeeee! I vaguely recall finding you through Kevin’s Ravus, then supreme madness followed. 8) I love the world we built together, including our very unlikely and unplanned ship; and I still can’t believe you’re not secretly Dave (I’ll refuse any official SE claims, seriously). You write all your muses superbly, you’re one hell of a nice person, you self-taught yourself how to write hieroglyphs I mean - is there anything you can’t do? I love the Meldacio crew you helped shape with everyone and I’m happy to be a part of it all, in all verses. Let’s keep saving people, hunting things and keeping this family business alive!

@croweoftheglaive: I didn’t know I needed a female BFF for Aranea until we talked and Kat - I am hooked. I love their friendship and how they are fucking badass and always judging people! They are the more kickass versions of ourselves, I hope - but we are less judgy and more prone to crack, I’d say. XD I love you for all the ideas and the effort you throw into your muse (and now little Asha!) and how supportive you are. Here’s to hoping 2018 will bring a lovely year for us and our girls, yeah? :)

@baewind: You know Hannah, I still miss your Drautos like crazy, but he will always remind me of how I got a sister. Not only for Aranea, but in life. I know I can always come to you for anything and seeing this bond reflected in RP makes me ridiculously happy. I’m always secretly (but not exactly lowkey) cheering for your success and your achievements and I’ll always stalk your blogs for the clever puns and YOUR TAGS. I adore you twinny, and I hope the Highwind Day is here to stay!

@triggerxhappy: Saaaaam! I admire you like whoa for how consistent you are with replies and asks (seriously, you are never offline! How can you keep up?) and how positive and wonderful, too! I can’t think about Prompto and un-see you now haha, thanks to the lovely writing and the dedication you show for him. I love putting your Prompto in awkward situations and I can’t say I’m sorry for it - so I hope you’re ready for more. 8)

@theplagueofstars: Bik, you’re one of the very first blogs I followed when I made Aranea, and I’m happy I did. You and Demon are largely responsible for me loving Ardyn as a character and pretty much willing to build ships with him, even! XD The level of detail you add in your writing and the dedication you have to him as a muse are nothing short of extraordinary. I’m happy to be resuming activity and I can’t see what troubles our muses will create for each other - I love their shenanigans even if Aranea supposedly hates them. Thank you so much for letting me experience the most unsettling charming chancellor we have~

@antimundi: So all this love I didn’t know I had for Versus - you brought it out! I was entranced by the way you proposed to write Noctis and I have not been disappointed. There is something to your writing that captivates me every time and I love the hot, messy and bloody ship we got sailing. 8) Know that you are one of the writers that inspire me the most and I love how you create this ambiance that is so very particularly yours - thank you so much for all the fun, Calis!

@leorugiet: Nothing ever prepared me for your headcanon powers, Arcadia. I love making up small stuff, like traditional dishes or brands for fictional countries and places - but you make it something else entirely! I’m always in awe of your writing on any muse, even the crack - you say you shitpost, but your tags give me LIFE and I sincerely can’t think of someone who has Cor’s deadpan humor so on point. I am always happy to see you on the dash and I genuinely am curious to see what else we can create, either with Cor or Mors. ;) Keep rocking on, darling!

@jjillekkot: Nina. My actual sister from another mister. I have no words to describe how much I love you and how I adore everything we do together - while I didn’t get to know you on Aranea, your support was unwavering and I always managed to keep walking with your encouragement. :D I am forever in your debt for all the kindness and love you showed me, as well the advice and tips on pretty much everything. You’re brave, you’re gorgeous, you’re kind and I’m positive we’ll hangout like dorks irl one day. I love you.

[kaoru-chibimaster]

How Not to Run an Event

Don’t Do What The Kingdom Hearts Big Bang Did.

Just Don’t.

Rant under the cut, so like... Seriously, scroll past this. This is me letting my feelings out and I doubt anyone’s interested in that.

-o-o-o-o-

So basically this event started out pretty hype. I was super excited to join in with something related to the Kingdom Hearts community. Before this, I just wrote fic. Like, I was so far in my bubble, I wasn’t aware of zines, I wasn’t aware of other collabs, I wasn’t even aware of some BNFs (so I’m sure I got weird looks for asking who some people were when basically everyone knew who these “some people” were). I just wanted to write and I crossed my fingers and hoped at least someone might enjoy it when I posted it. 

Joining fandom was not a sudden life-changing event for me or anything like that. I was 13 and just getting into forums and had essentially only had knowledge of the KH fanbase through gamefaqs, youtube, kh-vids and kh13 (and fanfiction.net a little later). Before then, my “fandom” was my close friends and I all being fans of the games. I saw posts and read fics and sometimes commented in forums but I was not involved. For the longest time I’d never really been involved.

Big Bang felt like a way to change that. I was so looking forward to the people I’d meet and the art and fics I’d get to see. I’d made friends over the past few months and I’m so, so grateful to BB for that. I was excited for all of the up and coming events planned for Dreamwidth. I’d started out in DW for FFXV related stuff but I’d never actually used my account, so I’m thankful for the opportunity to really learn DW and start using it more extensively. I loved the little events and activities like the posts where we could share our works in progress. That’s another thing I’m grateful for; there are a number of fics of mine that would’ve never gotten off the ground if not for WIP Wednesdays. I also really appreciated that this was set up as a pro-shipping community and that it emphasized that participants could ship what they wanted without being harassed.

Aside from that? 

Downhill. 

Like, at first it was a slow roll down the hill: the discord server would have some channels overrun with discussion I was either uninterested in or outright made me uncomfortable. I’m not going to name drop what these discussions were and who had started them but I muted them one by one until there were only maybe three or four channels (out of a good chunk, I didn’t count but it was a hell of a lot more than three or four) that were unmuted. It’d devolved from a lot of genuine and interesting discussions where we helped each other out with fics/art and just had general fun talking to each other into channels full of the same handful of people talking over each other or venting. Not at all what I was interested in from a community. It wasn’t too bad though because the server wasn’t necessary for the BB so if the people still there needed that space then it’s not my right to give them shit for it. It was, however, totally within my right to remove myself from it, just as it was my right to feel uncomfortable with it.

That was then though.

Right here and now? 

It’s a shitshow. It’s a dumpster fire. It’s basically anarchy.

My discomfort with the direction the server went in was hand in hand with my loss of motivation for my participation. I can’t even look at the fic I was writing for this event without feeling upset and stressed over it. So I dropped. 

And apparently, so did a good number of other people.

The mods made a post about how We’re Committed (which no one can find now because they deleted all their social media but I’ll get to that). They urged other people within the server to stay dedicated to the event. A rebuttal was made that pointed out the sort of environment they’d created that’d made a lot of people feel the same way as me: uncomfortable. The event mods were understaffed and constantly diverting attention to other/future events and one of them didn’t even communicate with the rest of the server save to make announcements, and the cherry on top? 

They expected the participants to make the effort. They expected to create a server and essentially let everyone grope around in the dark until they found a handhold. They outright told us they wouldn’t hold anyone’s hands, which was as condescending a statement as one could get, and then somehow expected the whole thing to work out? When the rest of the server occupants, including people who hadn’t spoken for ages and people who hadn’t spoken at all, started voicing their complaints, the mods acted like they were being backed into a corner they’d already placed themselves in.

They lashed out. Like children. Like a little kid on the playground confronted by their teacher after they pushed another kid and then loudly proclaimed “He pushed me first!”.

They backed out of the event and left it to the server mods. They, after having made a big deal out of commitment to the event, dropped it like a hot potato. 

And then they sent this nonsense:

Just. Out of nowhere.

It might’ve been salvaged if they left it in the hands of the other mods, but they cancelled it. They fucking cancelled all the people who put hard work into making fics and art and put time into this. Every single participant wasted their time on this. And it wasn’t just a few weeks, this fucking event started in April and they had the gall to just up and cancel it.

The rest of the email below, which is just as much a wall of text as this rant is, is essentially an overly worded temper tantrum in which the mods blame the participants for everything that went wrong. Like, I get it. You’re only human. You’re stressed too. You suffer anxiety like the rest of us. I get it. Yes, it was on us to communicate with our partners. But when we come to the mods for help? The last fucking thing you should ever tell us is “we don’t hold your hands”. No wonder no one ever came to you guys for help. 

But what really gets me is the fact that not every participant in this event was in the discord. Not everyone saw the drama that went down. Not everyone saw this coming. Imagine having joined this event only to find an email in your inbox a month before we were supposed to start posting telling you that the event is cancelled and it’s all your fault.

Makes the mods come across as incompetent at best. Malicious at worst.

And seriously, regardless of what’s going on in your life, what sort of hangups or problems you might have...

YOU DO NOT START AN EVENT LIKE THIS WITHOUT BEING READY TO FULLY COMMIT YOURSELF TO IT. IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE CRITICISM, IF YOU AREN’T GOOD AT COMMUNICATING WITH PEOPLE, IF YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE IDEA OF MODDING FOR AN EVENT THAT YOU STARTED THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE STARTED IT.

This is common sense. Seriously. I’d never put myself in a position of leadership without being able to accept the responsibility that comes with it. Because it leads to shit like this.

I’m upset. I’d dropped the event a few weeks ago and still I’m genuinely upset. Because nobody deserved this. None of the participants deserved to have their time wasted like this. Nobody deserved the drama and the bullshit that was dredged up from this. Nobody deserved to have this bomb dropped on them literally a month before posting was going to start.

It was supposed to be fun. For me, a chance to finally contribute something in the Kingdom Hearts fandom as part of a fandom effort. A chance to reach outside of my bubble and make friends and create. And while I did get to reach out, I did get to create, and I’m going to continue to contribute on my own as I always did, I can’t say anything good about the Big Bang beyond that. All good will there might’ve been for it was ruined the moment the former mods sent that passive aggressive email.

Who the hell wants to see that nonsense in their email anyway. Aren’t they grown ass adults? They ought to know better. A simple “We regret to inform you that we’re cancelling this event” would have been enough. The rest was unnecessary and, quite frankly, downright nasty and that was honestly what pissed me off enough to make this rant. 

In the end if it had silently died, I wouldn’t have even minded at this point.

But, well...

The Big Bang had to go out with a bang, I guess.

Too bad it was a shit grenade and now there’s shit all over the walls and I’m just glad I’m not the one who has to clean all that shit up.

[spacs]

tell me what you’re thinking, love

Archive of Our Own Link

Chapter One: “ooo secrets from the prince” Rating: Teen+ Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia, Chocobros Language: English

Summary: It's Ignis' birthday and the boys are trying to do something special for the guy that does so much for them.

Notes:  So this definitely turned into an IgNoct fic, which was not the original intent. But as you can see, it very quickly evolved into that. (you can also potentially argue that there is some Promptio thrown in if you squint, especially seeing how this is me we are talking about I'm such a sucker for these two ships but feel free to see Gladio and Prompto as just bros being bros.) But don't worry Prompto and Gladio get their moments with Ignis in this chapter - and poor Ignis gets incessantly teased. This is my attempt at a lighthearted, humorous work, which is a feat when most of what I write for FFXV ends up being very sad. Hopefully this is a light in an otherwise tragic game.

Ignis awoke to an empty room.

Quickly he reached for his glasses, all but shoving them to his face as he scrambled to his feet. Not even Noct slumbered beside him and the bed was cold. Something terrible must have happened, there was no other explanation. Where was Noctis? Why hadn’t he been alerted to the danger? He barreled from the bedroom, into the living area, and was startled enough by the sight in front of him that he summoned his daggers.

The room they’d been placed in shared the living area with the kitchen, a three-seated bar out from the wall with counter space, oven, and refrigerator opposite. Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto were gathered around the stovetop. Presumably they’d been arguing before they heard him stumble out and they all faced him, eyes wide and brows lifted. Gladio started the laughter, shortly followed by the other two at Ignis’ disheveled features.

“What—”

“Morning Iggy,” Prompto greeted him through the laughs.

Ignis released his weapons and stood straight. He adjusted his glasses to sit neatly on his nose and pushed a hand through his hair. Already he felt more himself, yet just as confused as he’d been when he woke. “What’s happened?” he asked.

“We thought we could finish it before you got up,” Gladio answered. “Not surprisingly the prince wouldn’t get up. It took a while before we managed to get him out of bed without waking you.”

That wasn’t quite an answer. “Finish what?” Ignis asked dumbly, finally stepping further into the room. He walked to the unoccupied side of the bar, stretching forward a bit to glimpse at what they were working on.

“Happy birthday!” Prompto cheered, holding up a bowl of some kind of batter.

Gladio and Noct shot glares at him, Noct pulling the bowl from his hands. “Prompto,” Gladio gritted out through his teeth, gently nudging the back of his head.

Ignis blinked, staring at the bowl in Noct’s hands. “It’s supposed to be a cake,” Noct supplied awkwardly. “But someone couldn’t remember what ingredients he’d already added.”

“Gladio is the one that said we should divide who adds what,” Prompto shot back.

“You couldn’t keep track of three ingredients, Prompto,” Gladio argued, rolling his eyes. He dipped a finger into the batter and pressed it past his lips. “It tastes fine to me.”

“Yeah because you have such a sensitive palate,” Prompto teased then ducked the arm Gladio tried to throw around him.

Noct huffed and tried to push the conversation back to Ignis. “The point is,” Noct insisted. “Happy birthday, Specs. Sorry this didn’t really, uh…” he trailed off, setting the batter back on the counter.

Ignis watched his three friends and a slow smile crept onto his lips. “I don’t know what to say,” he confessed. He fidgeted with his spectacles, smoothing down the front of his wrinkled shirt.

“Say you’ll help us fix it?” Prompto tried hopefully.

He chuckled at that and nodded, moving into the kitchen. Prompto threw his fist in the air and Gladio sighed but smiled through it. Both he and Prompto cleared from the space, switching to stand on the opposite side of the bar while Noct stayed by Ignis’ side as he tested the batter himself.

“Cake for breakfast,” Ignis observed, looking at Noctis from over the rims of his glasses as he considered the mix.

“It’s your birthday,” Noct pointed out, giving his shoulder a playful shove. “You can have cake for breakfast if you want.”

Ignis lifted his lips, reaching for the salt that had clearly been left out. “I believe it’s someone else that wants cake for breakfast.” He shot a fond look at Noctis who grinned warmly back, feigning innocence.

“This was all Noct’s idea,” Prompto chimed in, leaning over the bar from his stool as he watched Ignis stir. “Said he wanted to do something special for you.”

Ignis quirked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Noct turned away, scowling at Prompto. “It’s no big deal.”

He smiled privately and didn’t push the subject, gently swirling a spoon through the bowl. “I’m touched,” he admitted. “Thank you,” he caught Noct’s gaze again and nodded reassuringly. He was awarded with Noctis’ features brightening and his cheeks turning a pale pink. “All of you,” he added, looking to Prompto and Gladio.

***

Ignis nursed a can of Ebony as he sat on the balcony. Gladio had snuck out the night before to purchase a new box that would solely be for Ignis and he smiled as he took another sip. The room they’d booked didn’t have the most scenic outlook, but it was still nice to feel the breeze. There was a discarded plate on the small table next to him and he crossed one leg over the other as he breathed deep. He could hear the sounds of the market coming to life around the corner and the whir of the factories as the women below filed into work.

The glass door behind him slid open and Prompto stepped outside to join him. “They’re going down to see the latest bounties,” he said as he plopped down into the chair next to Ignis. “We talked about it before you woke up, but we want to take you out tonight for dinner! So they’re going to look into getting some extra gil.”

Ignis sipped on his Ebony, shifting in his seat to angle towards Prompto. “That’s unnecessary,” he replied. “The Ebony and the cake were perfect.”

“Aw c’mon Ignis, it’s your birthday. After everything you do for us, I think you can have a day all about you.” Ignis bit the inside of his cheek, turning out to watch the clouds roll peacefully across the sky. “What’s up, Iggy?”

Glancing at Prompto out of the corner of his eye, Ignis saw the blond leaning forward. His head was tilted to the side, his camera still in hand. “Not sure what you mean,” he answered.

“Well you’re not really acting like it’s your birthday! Cheer up, butter cup!” Prompto leaned forward and nudged his knee, a beaming at him.

Ignis returned the smile, drinking the last of his Ebony. “I’ve never been one to make a fuss,” he told him.

That made Prompto snort and lean back in his chair. “Depends on what you’re fussing about,” he smirked. “That’s not it though. C’mon you can tell Prompto!”

Ignis rolled his eyes, fixing Prompto with a look. He’d never liked when people referred to themselves in the third person, but Prompto just wiggled his eyebrows to urge him on. “If I tell you, you must promise not to breathe a word to Noct,” he sighed, defeated.

Prompto whistled. “Ooo, secrets from the prince – I’m in.”

Self-conscious, Ignis looked over his shoulder as if to ensure Noct actually was away. “My birthday was yesterday, Prompto.”

From the way the blond’s face fell, he realized he’d made a mistake. Perhaps keeping that information to himself would have been better after all. “What? Why didn’t you say anything, Ignis?”

“As I said, I’m not one to make a fuss. I don’t hold myself in such a high regard to think I warranted a day away from our mission,” he explained. Ignis leaned back in his chair, setting down the empty can to remove his glasses for a cleaning.

“But why didn’t you tell Noct he mixed the days up?” Prompto pushed.

Ignis stood, moving to lean against the railing of the balcony as he replaced his spectacles over his nose. “That he remembered at all was good enough for me,” he responded, turning back towards Prompto. He crossed his arms over his chest, his lower back pressing against the rails, feeling the cool metal through the fabric of his shirt.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all,” Ignis said truthfully. “Truly.”

Prompto looked him up and down, scratching his chin as he mulled over the words. “Why?”

“Noct has enough on his shoulders. I won’t be a burden.”

“You are the farthest thing from a burden, Ignis,” Prompto said quickly. “Are you kidding?”

“It’s alright, Prompto,” Ignis insisted. “Now remember what I told you: not a word to Noct.”

The blond huffed out a breath and made to say something but was interrupted by Noctis opening the door. “Hey Gladio found a good one,” he said, stepping halfway out the door. “Easy and pays good.”

“Pays well,” Ignis corrected him, gathering the can and plate.

“Since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you have that,” Noct smirked as Ignis stepped by him and back into the room. Prompto followed, closing the door behind them.

“Birthday or not, I’m still correct.”

Noct stuck his tongue out after him before moving to stop him. “No dishes today, Specs,” he ordered, removing the items from Ignis’ hands. Prompto walked further in to disappear into the bedroom. “I’ll do it. Get your stuff.”

The prince went to the kitchen, dumping the plate in the sink and the can in the appropriate bin. Ignis didn’t miss the way he slid his finger over the icing of the remaining cake for a taste before putting the leftovers behind him in the refrigerator. He was brought from his admiration at the click of a camera to his right and he turn to scowl at Prompto. “What was that?” he asked as he went in the bedroom to fetch his jacket.

“Just wanted of shot of you being literally the most selfless person I’ve ever met,” Prompto shrugged, looking down at his camera.

Ignis pursed his lips, pulling his jacket from the closet where he’d hung it the night previously. “I’m not sure I’d agree with that.”

“It’s a good one. You’re all starry-eyed.”

“Get a jacket, Prompto,” Ignis changed the subject, exasperated, pointedly ignoring the statement. “It seems it’s going to be a chilly day.” He went to close the closet then noticed Noctis didn’t have his jacket either. With a sigh, he reached back in and pulled it from its hanger. If he didn’t take it along, Noct would complain about the cold.

He turned back and Prompto was still staring at his camera in the doorway. He looked up when he heard Ignis take a step and the realization on his face gave Ignis pause. Prompto pointed at the picture on his camera.

“Wait.”

“Come, we don’t want to keep them waiting,” Ignis pressed him, moving with a new urgency.

“Ignis.”

“Prompto,” he warned.

Prompto narrowed his eyes thoughtfully at Ignis’ defensive position, his lips poking out in consideration. “I get it now,” he revealed.

Overwhelmed, Ignis pinched the bridge of his nose with the hand that didn’t hold Noct’s jacket. “I’m not sure what you’re implying—”

“Guys, come on!” Noct called to them from the front door.

Prompto grinned at Ignis, traipsing from the room and Ignis unwillingly followed. He accepted thanks from Noctis as he passed off the jacket and glared as Prompto cocked his head back to send him a sickeningly sweet smile, wagging his eyebrows.

“Happy birthday, Ignis!” he cheered, sliding down the bannister to join Gladio outside.

***

While outside the city limits of Lestallum, Prompto discovered a nice photo spot by the lake after they’d finished dealing with the group of sabertusks. He roped Noctis into being his model after Gladio turned him down citing how tired he is as the reason. The shield took a seat underneath a tree nearby and Ignis moved to join him, standing in the shade. His arms were crossed over his chest and he leaned against the trunk, watching Prompto point and direct Noct on where to stand.

“So I guess I should be saying happy belated birthday,” Gladio said after a beat.

“That didn’t take long.” Ignis supposed it had been too much to hope that Prompto would keep that information to himself. It was less important that Gladio knew – he had only managed to get a promise that Noct wouldn’t be told.

Gladio chuckled, throwing one of his ankles over the other as he shifted against the tree. “If you didn’t want people to know, you shouldn’t have told Prompto.”

“All I asked was that he keep it from Noct,” Ignis said, staring after Prompto’s yellow hair. “I would ask the same of you.”

“I don’t get why you didn’t say something,” Gladio shrugged. “Not just this morning, but yesterday.”

“I never put much stock in celebrating my own birthday,” he answered. “I didn’t feel it necessary to take time away from more important matters.”

Gladio mirrored his position on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing up briefly at Ignis. “Then how come you’re letting us slack off for an entire day so we can?”

That was a question Ignis didn’t have a particular answer to, at least not one that he would ever voice. He watched Prompto and Noctis by the water, a smile ghosting over his lips as he observed the way Noct let go of his embarrassments and posed. Their laughter echoed towards the other two and words could be heard but not understood. Still, even at a distance, Ignis could see Noct grinning and it made him feel lighter that the prince had this time to relax.

“Y’know Prompto told me something else pretty interesting,” Gladio offered, standing up.

The smile on Ignis’ lips faded as he watched Gladio stretch, pushing his arms against the bark of the tree. “And what’s that?”

Gladio chuckled and shook his head at Ignis. “After all these years, Iggy, I thought you’d be over him already.” He jerked his head towards their friends and Ignis felt very heavy all of a sudden.

“Beg pardon? All these years?”

Immediately he regretted not denying the implication or asking who Gladio meant because the telltale smirk that crossed over the other man’s features was far to knowing. “You think I’m stupid?”

Ignis grimaced, averting his gaze to the ground instead of their companions. “I’m not sure what you and Prompto mean but—”

Gladio cut him off, something for which he was slightly grateful. He wasn’t exactly sure what he would have said. “You know technically his engagement’s canceled.”

Less grateful now, Ignis practically choked on the breath he was taking. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it – the empire had no cause to marry him to Lunafreya any longer. But despite this, Ignis knew it did not free the prince from his duties and certainly did not free Ignis from his.

“That is entirely inappropriate, not to mention your implications are untrue.” A bold-faced lie, but that he was certain was transparent to Gladio. The shield always had a knack for knowing the thoughts Ignis bring voice to.

“It’s not your best idea, that’s for sure,” Gladio relented.

“It isn’t an idea,” Ignis snapped, but there was little anger in his voice.

“I’m just saying. He’s still royalty and all that.”

A fact of which Ignis was well aware. He was still in service to Noct and any additional feelings outside friendship and loyalty were untoward, improper, wrong. He repeated those words to himself as a steady mantra over time, managing to create a façade – a lie to himself and those around him.

And, regardless of whatever Ignis may feel, the likelihood of Noctis feeling the same was slim.

And even if he did feel the same way, there was no reality where they could ever be together.

And it would never matter because Ignis would never act on what he felt.

So it wasn’t as if he would ever find out what Noctis felt for him.

Ignis pressed a finger to his temple, trying to stop his thoughts from racing, looking up to see the younger two were on their way back. “The advice, while appreciated, is not necessary. Whatever Prompto told you is unfounded—”

“Looked like you had some doe eyes for him in the picture he showed me,” Gladio interrupted. Ignis frowned at him as he pushed away from the tree they stood under to address the other two, “Get a good one?”

“Ones!” Prompto cheered, emphasizing the ‘s’, jogging to where Gladio stood, his camera extended for the larger man to see.

Noctis lagged behind and fell into step with Ignis. “Let’s head back,” he announced. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he walked. “Where do you want to eat, Ignis?”

Without any discretion, Gladio and Prompto erupted into laughter. They both glanced over their shoulders, Prompto going so far as to wink at Ignis. He glowered at the two of them, though it had no effect.

“What’s with them?” Noct asked, raising an eyebrow at Ignis.

“Haven’t the slightest.”

***

title & inspiration track

**rating subject to change

Don't worry, Noctis is getting a part as well. It will be in a second chapter all on its own. I know where the chapter is going, but sometimes the characters take their own way that I feel very little control over. I think it's safe to say that we all know where this is going if this is my attempt at a happy piece for once, but you'll just have to wait and see. If the rating goes up, it will likely not surpass an M rating.

Chapter Two to be posted tomorrow, 2/9!