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tempist-flower · 4 years ago

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Second Chances ch 4- Growing Up

If you guys couldn’t tell by now, this is one of those reborn into your favorite game type of scenarios. I don’t have many chapters out yet so I’m posting what I do have out now.

This couldn't be the Zack I thought it was could it? There's no way it was the Zack I thought it was. It was just a common name, it was back in my old world. I mean, just because he had unruly black hair and blue eyes didn't mean he was the Zack I was thinking of. It could only be some type of coincidence. Yeah, I already figured that I somehow ended up in the world of Final Fantasy

Besides, I was never the type who thought babies looked like anything besides tiny humans. On the slim chance this was the Zack I was thinking of, I probably wouldn't even recognize him until he was older anyway.

~9 months old~

Zack Fair. It really was Zack Fair. After a couple of weeks I finally came to this realization after Mr. Fair came home. When my new father came home he called him by name I admit he was pretty cute as a baby. It's only been two months since his mom started babysitting me. She stayed at home to take care of Baby Zack while her husband worked. She also offered to watch me while my parents went to work. It took the whole first month just to get over the initial shock. Partially because holy crap was he cute. Baby Zack was clingy and had his signature puppy like personality at a early age.

Whenever my parents dropped me off on their way to work they actually stayed longer just to watch Zack's reaction to seeing me. He was always smiling and happy to see me, even though I hadn't really warmed up to him yet. He reminded me of those always happy and giggling babies that would be in TV commercials. I don't know if they even have commercials like that, but if they did he would be perfect for the role.

~1 year old~

I finally turned one year old. I could walk, a bit shakily and start making sounds on my own. Eventually these small sounds became small words. My parents and the occasional friend of theirs I met often commented on how what I should be doing at my age and how far ahead I seemed. Having gone through all this already, I was ready to get it all over with as soon as possible. My eagerness to get this whole growing up thing over with would turn out to be a bad thing later.

My parents threw a small party for me on my birthday. The only ones invited where Baby Zack and his parents. Plus two of Xander's friends so he wouldn't be bored. Zack was the only other child I was even slightly comfortable being around, and my parents learned that pretty quickly. Speaking of learning, Zack was only two months older then I was.

~2 years old~

I could form actual words at this point. Walking and feeding myself almost came naturally to me, most likely because I had done this before. I started learning my alphabet and how to count. Not to mention nursery rhymes, which I was surprised to find they had in this world. They weren't too different from the ones I grew up with. My parents were surprised that I got the hang of everything so quickly. I knew it wasn't normal for my age, and tried to tone it down a bit before they started thinking of me as a little genius or something. At this age my parents almost expected me to be a little monster, but to their surprise I wasn't.

My life wasn't very interesting, being only two there was literally nothing I could do be sleep, eat, and play. I was a pretty quite little kid that kept to themselves. I didn't care much for the toys they showed me. It was around this time they realized I could read, they just didn't know by how much. They would try to read me bedtime stories at night, but one evening my new dad caught me with a book in my lap. It was a basic children's book about a lost baby chocobo, that had left me so distracted I didn't even know he was watching me. It was after this the kid gloves started to come off.

In the morning my parents would take me to Zack's to be watched while they worked. Zack's mother turned out to be a teacher who occasionally taught out of her home. Turns out homeschooling was a very common thing around here. The small town of Gongaga had only one school that taught for all ages. Zack and I wouldn't be attending until we turned 5. Until then his mother took care of us with teaching the basic things we should be learning at our current age level. There were three other kids that she also took care of, but I paid little attention to them. Zack was the only exception. That kid was just too darn cute.

I was sure my parents told her about how quick I was able to pick up on things. While she watched the other kids I was usually left to myself. Since I could walk fine on my own and sort of feed myself she didn't spend a whole lot of time hovering over me. The first time she caught me reading a book on my own, she started giving me a small pile to read on my own. When she realized just how aware I was of my surroundings she dropped the baby talk entirely. I don't know if she thought my independence at such a young as was good or not, but she didn't question it. I was grateful for that.

~3 years old~

At this point trying to avoid being labeled as a genius or miracle baby was impossible. My new parents liked to brag at how fast I caught onto things. Since they noticed how fast I began to pick things up, they cut down on the baby talk. I still wasn't old enough to really do anything, but they had me do little things. Something like bringing them something small they needed. Even when it came to the terrible expectations of potty training, I got that figured out fairly quickly. Compared to Zack and other children, I was much farther ahead. My parents had taken me to the village's head doctor for a checkup and he figured I was more on par with a six or seven year old. The only things restricting me in life were my size and stamina. Being an adult in a kids body had far too many drawbacks. Not being able to reach tall things or make my own food was a big thing. Potty training was surprisingly and thankfully, not as bad as I though it would be. I really couldn't express how happy I was to be out of diapers.

However being so far ahead mentally meant that I didn't act my age at all. I never really played or interacted with other kids, with Zack being the only exception. Once he started walking and talking himself, there was no stopping him. He really was like a puppy even as a baby. Endless amounts of energy, never showed any sign of slowing down. Keeping watch over him alone was a full time job compared to watching all of us. Mrs. Fair had her hands full with him.

Zack was a very eager and talkative toddler, well as talkative as he could be. When he wasn't playing with the other kids he would constantly be pointing at things and saying, "wha that?" at a mile a minute.

Like a puppy though, I began to think he had a sixth sense or something. Whenever the other kids played with each other he would always stop to come and check on me from time to time. Each time he would try and get me to come and play, and if I wouldn't come then he would just come and sit next to me. Usually he would look over my shoulder at the pictures in the books I read, pointing at the occasional picture and asking what it was from time to time. Sometimes I wondered if he could have secretly been a child stuck in a adult body.

Some days my new parents would take over watching the both of us at our house. On more then one occasion I caught all the adults watching us together, whispering to each other. I hope they weren't trying to plan out future together. Little Zack was cute I'll admit, but I knew there was no way I could stay away from adult Zack. And I had no intention of messing with the timeline.

~5 years old~

It was at this point I came to stop thinking of my new parents as 'new' and just considered them as my parents. I didn't think I ever would come to like them, or my new brother. My family in my past life were far different from my current family now. It was like day and night. Sure my brother and I still didn't interact much but hey, mini genius or not I was only five years old. Not always that fun to be around. Most days blurred by for me. I still spent most of my days at the Fair house with a little Zack. The two of us officially started going to school with the other kids. Everything we learned was pretty standard for five year olds. After attending for a couple of months I quickly learned the basic layout of Gongaga's whole school system. Or rather I would constantly hear my parents and brother talking about such things, along with many of the teachers at the school. At our age we wouldn't be expected to do much. It wasn't until we turned ten years old that we would begin to learn the main jobs that were available in Gongaga.

First there the architects who built everything. Houses, shops, inns, bridges, wells... they were a very popular choice for boys. Next were the crafters. They were the ones who made a lot of the things people used to decorate their homes. From rugs and vases, to paintings and even some fabrics. Another very popular choice, even for my brother. From what I could tell he seemed to enjoy woodworking. Then of course there were important jobs like nursing, doctors, and scientists. There weren't oo many pursuing these jobs, only those who had a knack for it went for these jobs. When it comes to various shops and inns, they were all family owned businesses. It really was the type of village where there was only one or two of each type of shop, so not many options there. The smaller ones included the teachers at the school along with collecting, trading, and guarding. Each of those jobs were self explanatory.

Collecting and trading were the easy ones. Gongaga had a wide array of plants, animals and monsters surrounding the village. Collectors gathered them for the traders, who would either trade them for something they needed if they could not pay them with gil. Guarding consisted of protecting those who collected things in the forest from monsters. There was surprisingly very few who took on this job. For every ten to fifteen people that went collecting, only one person was guarding them. Monster attacks didn't happen too often, but they did still happen. These jobs were much more common for most of the people in the village.

However there was one main job that seemed to be just a tad more special. There was a surprisingly large array of medical plants and herbs growing around the village. They were commonly used for food or small herbal at home remedies. Even as a child is was considered the norm to begin learning which herbs were good for what, should they ever find themselves in a pinch. However when used the right way and combined with a bit of science, they could be used to actually make potions and elixirs. I never thought such things actually existed in this world, but it's just full of surprises.

Of course being only five I had yet to see them in action, but just knowing about them made it interesting. My own parents had a hand in making them. Before I thought they were simple nurses, but I later found out that my mother ran a special greenhouse to grow the plants inside the village. In case of emergencies it would save time to go to the greenhouse for fresh ones instead of going into the forest, or using old ones kept in the hospital. My father was a scientist, much more to my surprise. He actually partook in the creation of potions and elixirs. He also took the time to teach at the school from time to time. I found this out when he came to pick me up one day after school.

It seemed odd to me that we were essentially told to choose a career path at this point. Who honestly expects a ten year old to have their future career already figured out? I guess when you live in a small village where there really aren't many options, to them at least, it really was the norm. Few people left the village to find start over somewhere else. Being only five at the time and new to this world, I had no idea how anyone could just start over somewhere else. Especially in some place like Midgar. Attempting to pursue a career outside the village was considered rare here. It made me all the more curious as to how Zack had managed to leave.

#second chances #zack fair #cloud strife #reno sinclair #self insert #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7

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ragewerthers · 6 years ago

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Funny Bone

This was a small fluff filled story I wrote to compensate for a rather angsty one I caught myself up in!

Summary: The boys realize that they’ve never heard Ignis laugh. They wonder if perhaps they can help him find his funny bone once again!

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“Have you ever noticed that like…. Ignis never laughs?” Prompto asked from his perch atop a rather large boulder near the dock Noctis was currently fishing from. He had been skimming through a few of his most recent pics on his camera, cataloging their adventure, when the idea had struck him due to a particular photo.

Turning his head slightly at the comment from his friend, Noct kept his eyes on the water, reeling in his line a little bit more. He himself was sat on the edge of the dock, boots and tackle box beside him as his feet dangled above the water.

“Specs? Of course he laughs,” the Prince said simply, blue eyes scanning the lake for any ripples in the water to alert him to his intended targets.

“Really? Name one time you’ve honestly heard him laugh... chuckle… giggle!” Prompto shot back, looking down at his friend and daring him to try.

“Uhh… well…,” Noct paused as he reeled his line back entirely, setting the pole over his lap so he could change out his lure. “I don’t know. I don’t chronicle when each one of you does something human.”

“Yeah, well… I do. And I’m tellin’ ya, Iggy doesn’t laugh!” Prompto said, pointing to his camera and nearly teetering off the rock in the process.

“Easy there, Prom,” Noct chuckled as he watched his friend flailing his arms to try and steady himself. “What made you think of this anyway?”

Finally sitting back a little further from the edge of his outlook, Prompto took a breath, skimming back through his photos to get to the one that had started this whole thing.

“Remember a couple nights ago when Gladio fell through his old camp chair?” he asked, a smile instantly breaking out over his features as he found the exact photo he was looking for.

The picture was only slightly blurred as Prompto had been laughing so hard he couldn’t keep his hands steady. In it the only things visible of the Shield of Lucis were his arms and legs as they dangled over the crumpled frame of his chair, the rest of his body sucked in toward the center with his backside firmly planted on the rocky surface of the haven. In the background, Noct was visibly bent over, arms wrapped around his middle as he laughed so hard he couldn’t stand properly.

Currently, said Prince was once again laughing at the memory as he finished tying on the new cactuar lure.

“That was… the best night of my life,” he chuckled, remembered the holler the man had given, sounding like a surprised Chocobo before ending up stuck in his mangled chair. The memory sent him off snickering again and Prompto giggled as well as he slid from his perch to join Noct on the dock.

“Funny right? Heck, even the big guy was laughing about it. But look,” he said as he knelt beside his friend, holding the camera out for him to see.

Noct squinted a little to see the picture, smirking as he focused first on Gladio, then chuckling as he saw his own reaction. Finally his eyes came to rest on the third figure in the picture. There was Iggy, but where Noct was all but collapsed over in a laughing fit, Ignis was stood with a light smile, one hand slightly covering his mouth as he watched the events unfolding.

“Huh..,”

“See?! I told you! That was hilarious, dude, but Iggy barely cracked a smile! And then I started thinking… I have never heard him laugh for as long as I’ve known you guys. Ever… forever, never, ever in forever, never!”

Noct chuckled and gave the blondes shoulder a slight nudge as he rambled, making the other squeak a little as he fell back onto his butt, camera clutched to his chest.

“Okay, okay. I get what you’re saying, but… I… I don’t know? Maybe he really just didn’t find it funny?”

“Dude,” Prompto said flatly.

“What?”

Prompto shook his head. “This is bigger than just not finding something funny! Do you think Iggy doesn’t know how to laugh?” He gasped a second later and covered his mouth with one of his hands. “Maybe his brains so full of Ignis stuff he’s forgotten how to!”

Noct rolled his eyes, waving his hand to dismiss his fishing rod and tackle, realizing there was going to be no peaceful fishing now that Prompto was working on some sort of Ignis conspiracy theory.

“Just because I can’t think of a time Ignis laughed doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened. Lets go ask Gladio. I’m sure he’ll remember something for you,” he said simply as he scooted back from the edge of the dock, tugging his boots back on.

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A few minutes later, the pair had started to make their way back to the haven, both spotting Gladio a little ways away working on a few exercises with his greatsword.

Watching them approach, the Shield dismissed his weapon, ducking down to grab one of his towels and a bottle of water he’d placed nearby.

“I thought you two were fishin’?” he asked, wiping some of the sweat off his brow.

“Detective Prompto, here, is on the case of the missing giggles,” Noct teased as Prompto huffed beside him.

Gladio paused looking between the two for a long second, eyes narrowed slightly in confusion.

“....... what?”

Prompto sighed and fiddled with the bracelets on his wrist. “I realized that Iggy doesn’t laugh. Like… not once in my entire existence with you guys have I ever heard him even chuckle!”

“But I told Prompto that just because I couldn’t come up with a time Specs laughed doesn’t mean it’s never happened. So go ahead. Tell him that Ignis laughs.”

There was another long pause where Gladio looked between the two younger men, something contemplative crossing his features before he finally spoke.

“He doesn’t.”

“AH HA!”

“WHAT?!”

Noctis looked at his Shield in complete disbelief while Prompto stood smugly beside him.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. He has to have laughed at some point!” he stated simply as Gladio finished taking a drink of his water and shook his head.

“Nope. As far as I can remember Iggy has never actually, honest to gods laughed at anything,” he said simply as he gave a little half shrug. “He’s a pun master, and I know he’s gotta sense of humour, but… I don’t know. He’s always been that way.”

“How come I never noticed before?” Noct mumbled a bit to himself, wondering how he could’ve missed something that came so naturally. If he really thought hard on it he also couldn’t recall seeing Ignis laugh when they were kids either.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, buddy,” Prompto said, sidling up beside his friend and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Remember when I almost had a heart attack when he started humming the Chocobo song? Iggy is just… superhuman apparently. Though… I do wonder if there’s anything that can make him laugh.”

“Doubt it. I’ve tried,” Gladio said offhandedly with a little chuckle of his own. “You aren’t the only one whose noticed. I’ve tried jokes… both clean and lewd, obviously. The first made him roll his eyes, the second earned me a lecture on why we shouldn’t reference particular parts of the human anatomy in such a way. I’ve also tried puns and it got me nothin’! You think the guy would’ve cracked under one of his favourite forms of word play, but nope. I got a smile and then he got me back with some of his own.”

Noct sighed where he stood, still leaning slightly against Prompto’s side. “Maybe Prompto’s right? Maybe he has so many things in his head because of me that he forgot how to just laugh and have fun?”

Hearing this, Prompto instantly frowned and gave his friend a slight squeeze around his shoulders.

“I was only jokin’, buddy. I’m sure that’s not it. Maybe… maybe he was just born without a funny bone?”

“A what?” Noct asked, looking over at the blond who instantly sent him a beaming smile.

“You know… a funny bone! Like this one, or this one!” he stated, sending a few pokes with his free hand into Nocts ribs, instantly making the Prince chuckle and try to shimmy away.

“O-Okay! Okay! I get it!” he laughed as Prompto ceased his attack and let his friend scurry away. However, the sunshine childs beaming smile turned into one of mischief and mayhem.

“Hey… you guys thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” he asked, glancing at his friends.

Noct, who was busy rubbing his side found himself starting to smile as well as he caught on to the idea.

“That we should see if we can’t help Specs find his funny bone?” he asked, a little glee slipping into his voice. If he was the cause of Ignis not laughing then he wanted to be part of the remedy to bring it back.

“You realize if you fail Iggy will break all your bones and not just the funny ones, right?” Gladio asked with a smirk of his own as he watched the plot unfolding before him.

“Well… you’re an accessory to this now so even if you don’t help Iggy is still gonna come after you,” Noct said with a smug smile as the Shield gaped at him.

“What?!”

“You heard the man! You know our plan. So either you can help us find Iggy’s missing funny bone or… you can wait for him to murder us and then come looking for you next. Your choice,” Prompto said lightly.

Groaning slightly, Gladio threw his sweaty towel at Prompto’s head, the photographer laughing and swatting it away.

“Fine. Then how do you wanna do this?”

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Standing at the campstove, Ignis had just added a bit of fried Anak meat to the stew he’d been working on the better part of the afternoon. He stirred the contents of the pot, making sure everything looked perfectly mixed together before placing the lid on top to let it cook down for their dinner this evening. If he was lucky, the vegetables had been diced and chopped thin enough that most of them would simply become a thickening agent, tricking the Prince into getting in at least a small dose of something healthy.

Stepping back now he glanced around the haven at the lush green grass that surrounded it. It was a beautiful spot really and a nice reprieve from the hunts they’d been going on recently. Just a good area all around to relax and take a bit of a breather for a moment.

Though picturesque he was still surprised at how peaceful the day had been so far. Prompto and Noct had run off to go fishing, Gladio was away getting in a little extra training with the new greatsword they’d been able to purchase from the weaponry vendor. All in all the day couldn’t have been more pleasant. Maybe he’d even be able to do a little something for himself later, though to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t quite sure what that would entail.

Sadly he wouldn’t be given much time to think on it either.

As Ignis stood looking out over the scenery he felt something hit his shoulder before it dropped to the ground at his feet. Looking down he noticed a red chocobo fishing lure and instantly his heart filled with dread.

“WARP STRIKE!”

In a flash of blue, Noctis was colliding with him, sending the Advisor reeling and falling back onto the haven floor, a smiling Prince all but wrapped around him.

“What in the bloody hell is going on here?!” he shouted as he tried to extricate himself from under his Highness, only to be pinned down more securely.

“So, Prompto brought up something interesting today that I never realized before,” Noct said nonchalantly as he sat on the man’s stomach, Ignis’s wrists trapped under his knees.

“Oh? And what, pray tell, might that be? And why did it lead you to attack me?” Ignis grumbled, still shifting under the younger man, biding his time as he waited to see what all this was about.

“Well… you see..,” Noct rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before continuing. “None of us have ever heard you laugh, Specs.”

Ignis instantly stopped his struggling and narrowed his eyes at the Prince, a few pieces of this ridiculous puzzle easily coming into focus now.

“Noct… I’m warning you here and now. Don’t even think about it,” he growled, trying to put as much sternness into his voice as he could while lying vulnerable on what had to be the least comfortable haven they’d ever found.

The warning was a good sign to Noctis, his smile growing from awkward to teasing in a nanosecond.

“What? We were just wondering if maybe you misplaced your funny bone or something. And what kind of friends would we be if we didn’t help you find it, right?”

Nocts hands instantly rose up, fingers wiggling menacingly over the Advisors torso, making him twitch and struggle that much more.

“Noct! Noct stop this this instant or I swear to Shiva herself you will be eating vegetables for the rest of this trip!” Ignis warned, watching as those fingers started to descend toward his stomach.

“Not until I find your funny bone, Specs!” Noct shot back, closing in on his target when suddenly he found his world upended.

In a burst of adrenaline, Ignis had managed to pry one of his wrists free from under Nocts knees. Then using it to gain momentum he rolled over quickly, sending the Prince onto the glowing rocks, before springing up and running out toward the grassy field and toward a small gathering of trees he felt he could hide relatively easy in.

“We gotta runner! Team Beta move out!” Noct called, springing up and starting to give chase.

“Read you loud and clear, Noct!” Prompto called from farther ahead.

Between the haven and the small forest, Prompto had been lying in wait in a little rock outcropping should Ignis break away from Noct.

Honestly, Ignis would’ve been a little proud of their foresight and planning if he wasn’t currently running from the mini-manhunt party.

Prompto jumped out in front of him as he got closer, arms wide as if he was simply going to catch the Advisor in some sort of warm embrace.

Rolling his eyes, Ignis instantly took his advantage. Running full tilt toward Prompto he feigned left before pushing off quickly with his left foot to jump up against one of the taller rocks. Then, using it as a solid springboard he kicked off, somersaulting mid-air over Prompto to keep from kicking him and to give him a little extra spin and distance…… only to be captured upon landing as he collided with the solid chest of Gladio.

“Woo!!! Well done Team Delta!” Prompto cheered as Gladio held a squirming and flailing Ignis to his chest.

The Advisor only stopped a moment when he heard the team name and looked up at the Shield.

“Team Delta? What happened to Team Charlie?” he asked, even caught up in this ridiculousness he couldn’t help but be bothered by the missing rank.

Gladio grumbled and narrowed his eyes as Noct drew closer.

“Got demoted after tellin’ Noct his idea was stupid,” he groused as the Prince finally caught up with them, a victorious smile on his lips.

“Yeah… and look how well the plan worked!” he said smugly as he caught his breath. “Now… we’re doing this for your own good, Iggy. Honest.”

Caught up in the worlds biggest and burliest bear hug, Ignis found his fate drawing closer and clamped his mouth shut before closing his eyes to steel his resolve.

It was a futile effort.

With Gladio’s arms locked around his upper arms, it left a good portion of Ignis’s sides, stomach and ribs available for the Prince to take advantage of… and take advantage he did.

His fingers quickly latched onto Ignis’s sides, squeezing and spidering up to his lower ribs as the Advisor jumped in Gladio’s hold and a small squeak escaped.

“Look! Look it’s working!” Prompto cheered from the sidelines as Ignis shook his head, a smile starting to form over his lips.

“Come on, Specs! You gotta have a funny bone somewhere,” Noct teased as his fingers reached a little lower to drill against the taller mans hips.

“N-Noct!” the Advisor yelped, though no discernible laughter had escaped yet, his face was already turning a lovely shade of red as he continued to fight against the ticklish sensations.

Narrowing his eyes, Noct let his fingers wander, one hand moving to claw right in the center of Ignis’s stomach while the other slowly started to wander back up his side.

“I think we’re getting close to that missing funny bone, Iggy. Don’t you think? I think it’s right here? Here? Or maybe riiiiight… here!”

With the final exclamation he moved both hands up to tickle and vibrate against his lower ribs and Ignis finally broke.

Loud, wild laughter escaped the bespectacled man as he struggled against Gladio’s hold and the horribly ticklish sensations coursing through his body. Noct was absolutely merciless, finding the spaces right between the bones and tickling with an evil precision he didn’t realize the Prince had. Ignis felt his knees going weak and was soon being fully supported by the Shield when suddenly it happened. A rather unbecoming and horrendously loud snort erupted from him and everything stilled in an instant.

Ignis’s cheeks were positively crimson now as he hung his head, trying to catch his breath and unwilling to look any of them in the eye. This was exactly why he never laughed in polite company! Because he sounded like an absolute buffoon and many people had made it quite clear that it was something he should hide and be ashamed of.

“Woah…,”

“Did he just…,”

Gladio and Noctis were both stunned at hearing the normally stoic man sounding so completely unrefined.

Prompto, however, seemed to be sensing the absolutely miserable mind frame that Ignis was spiraling down and stepped forward.

Ignis heard the footsteps drawing near and wondered if perhaps Prompto was going to take a picture of this horrifyingly embarrassing moment so they could all laugh about it later. Such would be his luck.

What he wasn’t expecting was to feel fingers tickling at the back of his neck, instantly making him squeak and scrunch his shoulders up as a few giggles inadvertently slipped out, followed by another snort.

“See? I knew we’d find his funny bone!” Prompto offered with a kind smile as he continued the light tickling, making Ignis both relax and laugh a bit more. Where he’d been expecting ridicule he found none. Only the smile of someone he considered an honest and true friend. He was being silly thinking that they would tear him down for something like this. But the mind has a funny of way of warping your insecurities into something bigger that what they really are.

“I was getting worried there! I thought you might actually not have it in ya, but you have one of the best laughs in the world, Iggy! There’s no way we’re gonna let you hide it now,” he gunner said lightly as Noct seemed to come out of his reverie, realize what was happening and smile as well.

“Yeah, Specs. Why you been holding out on us?” he asked, fingers starting to squeeze around the man’s sensitive lower ribs again and getting another wild laugh out of him, quickly followed by, what would become, his trademark snort.

“I-I s-sahahaound sihihilly!” he tried to reply, shaking his head and trying to wriggle away from the group.

“Not even close, Iggy,” Gladio rumbled from behind him, giving him a little squeeze around the middle and letting his own fingers lightly tickle where they were pressed against his upper ribs. “It’s a laugh. It’s not silly, it’s carefree, and it’s honest. Nothing fake about it which makes it better.”

Ignis wished he could take these compliments to heart, but right now, with his ribs and neck being tickled as they were all he could do was giggle, snort and laugh like he hadn’t done in ages.

A few minutes later the attack ceased, Gladio loosening his hold though he kept his arms around him as the Ignis seemed a little unsteady on his legs right now.

“I… I thought… you’d find me ridiculous,” he admitted, cheeks dusted pink and a smile still on his lips as he leaned against Gladio. “Thank you… for… not teasing me. And for… finding my funny bone.”

Noct smiled brightly at that and nodded, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Of course, Specs! I’m just sorry that I had to lure it out of you,” he said, holding up the fishing lure he’d used in his warp strike on the poor man.

Ignis instantly snorted again, covering his mouth and shaking his head.

“Okay, okay. Enough. You may actually break him if you don’t let him get a breather in,” Gladio warned with a fond smile. “So… you gonna stop hiding your laugh from us then, Iggy?”

As Ignis got himself back under control he nodded, bringing a hand up to adjust his glasses. “Yes. I fear what repercussions may happen if I do-HIC!”

Ignis’s eyes grew wide as he brought his hands up to clamp over his mouth, staring around at all of them in turn.

Prompto instantly started giggling, a look of pure glee spreading all over his freckled face.

“You also get hiccups when you laugh?! Oh my gods that is the most precious thing I’ve ever heard!”

Ignis groaned as he lowered his hands, looking up to the heavens.

“Oh bollu-HICS!”

Gladio and Noctis were soon to follow in Prompto’s laughter, earning them all a fond glare from the man. However, there was no way he could actually be mad at these ridiculous men he was lucky enough to consider his friends.

How many people would go through such lengths to help find your funny bone?

#ffxv #ignis scientia #chocobros #iggy needs to be allowed to laugh more

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fierycosmos · 6 years ago

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FFXV: Prompto Meeting his Date

She’s never been to a dance before, but is there to support her father and stand to represent her family name proudly – but she finds the “adults” talking is boring and excuses herself for some fresh air. She reaches a balcony and looks over the city of Insomnia with childlike wonder. It’s beautiful light up at night, and she’s never gotten the privilege of seeing it from this high up. Suddenly a light catches her eye and she looks down and notices well-light garden that looks enchanting. Making it her new destination, she wanders through the castle for a brief time before she reaches the gardens and is encapsulated with the scenery and is not minding where she’s wandering off. As she walks, she knocks something around her knees and is halted, and whatever she stepped into falters at her touch too. “O-oh.” She muses aloud, thinking she knocked into a bench or pot or something, but realizes it’s a person squatting with a camera in hand. “Whoops, sorry, am I in your way?” Came the pleasant voice of the blonde boy at her feet. “What? No,” She shakes her head, still rather surprised by him being here. “Besides, I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m sorry for not watching where I was going.” She bows slightly to be polite. “Did I hurt you?” “Nah, I’m tougher than I look.” He smiles broadly. Seeing his charming smile, she does so in return – and then she notices his camera. “Did I ruin your shot?” She asks hesitantly, hoping that wasn’t the case. “Oh, not at all, look.” He excitedly goes to the album and shows the last picture he took: of the flower in front of him low to the ground with white petals that were very illuminated with the moonlight hitting them just right, making them look magical. She squats down next to him, and he somewhat stiffens. “See?” “Wow,” She gasps, looking at the picture whimsically. “You have quite the eye.” She compliments, which earns a blush to appear on his features – highlighting his freckles. She smiles at his bashfulness and blushes in return, but focuses her attention back onto the photo, wanting to keep her cool. “You really captured the elegance of the flower – and how luminous it can be when under the right light.” Prompto’s eyes widen at her analysis and he grins. “Exactly my thought, I couldn’t let a sight like this just slip away, as to why I’m here.” “I’m sorry if I disturbed you from your work.” She apologizes again. “N-no need to apologize,” He blushes and rubs the back of his neck and she smiles at his mannerisms. “I-I’m Prompto, by the way.” He sticks out his hand. “Miranda – nice to meet you.” She grins and shakes his hand. “I-I suppose I shouldn’t be wandering too far from the party, but I’m not used to going to things like this – it’s a little intimidating.” Prompto admits, feeing slightly awkward with his own honesty. Miranda’s eyes widen at sharing the same feeling as him. “A-actually,” Miranda places her forearms on her dress-covered knees bashfully maintaining eye contact with the flower. “I came out here for the same reason.” She explains. “Really?” Prompto gapes. “Yeah, I don’t know what to do in there.” She fiddles with her mutli-layered skirt. “I’m here because of my dad and his new job.” She admits. “I wouldn’t have come if he hadn’t asked me to so persistently.” “Well I’m glad you made it.” He reassures her. She meets his eyes and blushes a bit, and he panics and blushes brightly. “I-I mean, they’re supposed to be fun, uh, I mean, again, I wouldn’t know, but—” Miranda laughs aloud and causes Prompto to falter. “I’m glad you’re here too.” She smiles and blushes deeply, but Prompto just blinks for a moment before grinning stupidly at her. Then he gets an idea, and his face visibly lights up and it catches Miranda’s undivided attention. “Say, could I ask you something?” Prompto asks somewhat hesitantly. “S-sure.” Her hesitation and blush made Prompto do the same. “C-could I take a picture of you.” He falters. Miranda gapes. “Wh-what? Really?” She thought maybe she misheard him or something. “Well, it’s your dress.” He blushes and scratches the back of his head, looking down at her gown. She blinks at him and then looks down at her own dress, not getting the point. “What about it?” “It has the same sort of features as this flower.” He draws her attention again to the flower he just expertly captured on his camera. “I bet it would look great in the moonlight.” “O-oh” She smiles, though feels awkward still but also feeling off because he didn’t just want a picture of her as herself. If it wasn’t for her dress, she may not have received his attention at all and it made her slightly crestfallen. “But there’s not enough light here.” He continues his thought. He looks around for a good spot in mind, and then his eyes find a bench bathed in moonlight, as there were no trees shading it. “There.” His eye line has it so Miranda follows his glance and sees the bench. “W-well, if you think it would be worth it.” She complies. “Totally.” He encourages, stands up and helps her stand upright with a reach of his hand. She smiles and takes his extended hand – and she’s happily surprised when he doesn’t let go as he leads her to the bench with a smile planted on his face, which causes her to smile beyond the butterflies in her stomach and the blush creeping farther over her face. “Okay, take a seat.” Prompto instructs, and Miranda doe so, though stiffly. “H-how would you like me?” She phrases awkwardly. “H-huh?” Prompto immediately blushes at her statement and almost trips over his own footing. “To pose!” She blurts out, and blushes deep red and feels the heat trickling down her neck. “How should I pose?” “O-oh, uh,” He looks at her intently and steps closer and looks at their surroundings. “Maybe slightly faced this way – since the light is strongest coming from here.” He shifts her shoulders and torso so it faces the moonlight directly. “Should I look at the camera and smile?” “Of course!” His grins and his proclamation makes her smile too and he steps back after moving away from her face and stretching the hem of her dress so it fanned out around her more. “Okay, say chocobo!” “Chocobo?” She questions, her eyebrows unconsciously knitting and her mouth pouting slightly. He laughs and looks at the photo he took and nods in approval. “Okay, let’s try again.” “Can I see?” “Once I get it just right.” He promises. “O-okay.” She agrees hesitantly. Before willing to take another one, she takes a moment to smooth out her dress – thinking he’d give her a second – but the camera clicked anyway, startling her slightly. Then there was another click. “W-wait, I wasn’t ready!” “That was perfect!” He proclaims victoriously. “I wasn’t trying to pose.” She argues, though weakly. “Wow!” He gasps as he goes through his camera. “I should’ve known you being candid would be just right.” “R-really?” “Really! See?” He first shows Miranda the photo of her looking somewhat startled at the camera as she’s slightly bent over playing with the fabric of her dress. She had to admit the way her hair ended up draping over her shoulder and how she looked up had the moonlight give her a softer quality that she liked. Seeing her satisfaction, Prompto moved to show her the first photo of her candidness he took, showing her hands brush through her long hair elegantly and showing how her face and hair this time caught the lighting just right and making her more picturesque than she realized she possessed. “That’s a great one. You look beautiful.” He tightens his lips into a line when he realizes he spoke the latter half of his statement aloud and looks alarmed when he glances at Miranda next, and then quickly back to the picture of the camera and begins zooming out. “Well, it was thanks to your direction and your eye for spotting my good side.” She spoke logically as she eyed him, wary of his reaction, which thankfully gets him to smile at relax again. “Like you have a bad side.” He nudges her gently in a joking yet sincere manner and the two laugh. Their laughter subsided and they stared at each other openly without meaning to – and they realize the same time they each got quiet and they begin to blush again. Prompto was about to speak up again, though hesitantly before hearing some bushes being disturbed. “Prom?” A voice calls with another rumble of some bushes. “Noct!” Prompto stands up, a smile returning to his face. Noctis appears from around the bushy corner and peers at his friend, but then realizes Prompto isn’t alone and smirks slightly. “Am I interrupting something? I can come back.” He smirks, which causes Prompto to sputter and Miranda to blush further. “N-no, nothing’s wrong!” Prompto is too quick to answer. “That’s not what I asked.” Noctis smirked knowingly, and he approaches further. Miranda stands up hesitantly before bowing low and politely. “Prince Noctis,” She acknowledges and Noctis nods though looks uncomfortable, and Prompto slightly deflates. “If you need a moment with him, then I will excuse myself.” She began to walk forward to excuse herself. “What?” Prompto’s shock had her pause and look at him expectedly, but he blushes and rubs his neck as the blush spreads again. “No need,” Noctis shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I just came to check he didn’t run off.” He admits, but then smirks to himself before smirking outright in Prompto’s direction. “I’d hate to interrupt.” Noctis gives Prompto a mischievous look and causes the two to blush. “Come find me when you can.” Noctis nods in both their directions. Prompto nods with a hand still rubbing his neck while Miranda bows again, though not as deeply as before. As Noctis retreats, the silence around Miranda and Prompto returns. “I’m sorry for keeping you away from him.” Miranda apologizes, not knowing what to say to fill up the somewhat awkward atmosphere. “What?” Prompto mused in a trance almost, as he was lost in his own thoughts. Once her words caught up in his brain, he shook himself out of his state and focused up again, ready now for a proper response. “Hey, not a problem. Besides, not like I don’t like being around you.” The two blush but Miranda smiles as he averts his eyes. Miranda gets the nerve to approach him and clasp his hand with both her hands. Prompto visibly jumps and stiffens, but meets her eyes nonetheless – a blush still evident on his face, and he somewhat relaxes with the warm look on her face. “It’s okay, go.” Miranda mused quietly, and she could feel Prompto stiffen at her words from under her hands. She smiles bigger this time. “He looked like he needed you, and you look worried.” She presumed, but smiled through the sadness growing in her stomach, and then increasing as she saw the dejected look on Prompto’s face. She quickly knew she had to make his smile return. “But on one condition.” He ridges a brow that meets his hairline and is afraid to speak, which makes Miranda smile hesitantly. “I’d like to see you again, some time after this.” She blushed at her words as she slowly let go of his hands as she waited for a response before getting her hopes too high. He quickly grins and reached with both hands for hers, and she’s startled and meets his eyes again. “Yes!” He smiles at her seeing the relief and slight shock in Miranda’s features. “How about tomorrow?” “G-great!” Miranda smiles and Prompto’s smile grows joyously. “When?” “Do you like breakfast?” He asks hopefully. “Of course.” She smiles genuinely. “Then let’s meet for breakfast tomorrow.” He grins. “Okay.” “Meet me outside the gates tomorrow, and I’ll take you to a really great diner nearby.” He promises. “That would be great.” She also grins. “Perfect!” He squeezes her hands in excitement and then pulls her into a hug – which startles her at first, but she quickly relaxes into it. Realizing his actions, Prompto stiffens this time and pulls away abruptly, holding her out at arm’s length by her shoulders. “U-uh,” he sputters, while Miranda’s amused beyond blushing a dark red. “I-I should go – you know – check on Noct.” “Of course.” She nods. He stiffens at her agreeing to leave and takes a step back to head towards where Noct went, but stops and scrunches his face up in thought. She looks at him quizzically, but freezes when he quickly is in front of her again; his lips brush her cheek ever so fleetingly. Her blush grows to incredible new heights as she feels her whole body is on fire from her blush – emanating from the cheek he kissed. He backs away as quickly as he approached and then turns to run. “See you at 9!” He calls over his shoulders, almost tripping as he rounds the corner to find his friend. She’s still frozen, not able to call anything in response after him, and only allows her to hand to ghost above her cheek and feel the place where Prompto kissed too briefly. She smiles dreamily to herself before deciding to make her way back into he ballroom to and waltzes back to her parents - but barely pays them any mind as she is thinking about tomorrow.

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hi so my last of my four-part "ball setting" series with each chocobro meeting a potential significant other i hope this one matches up with the others this one was probs my fave to write cuz i just love stuttering and delightfully awkward prompto and how he doesn't know the first about interacting with girls and second-guessing himself so please indulge me in my awkward writing of promptohe sure can be confident if he wants to - but i feel like if he meets a pretty girl he'll falter -- like he did when meeting cindy please let me know your thoughts on this story and the others too which one's your fave? would love to hear your opinions also if you want me to write more about the chocobros and have suggestions - comment down below or DM me! story belongs to me prompto and references to ffxv are owned and were created by square enix

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universal-kitty · 7 years ago

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A question to all of Aki's F/O's or to any who'll respond right now: How do you guys cheer Aki up when she's feeling down?

��“You know... Usually we’re not allowed to have too much control over the blog; we were apparently supposed to (according to Kurama), but... Then the F/O Takeover Events happened and- to keep it special- we’re supposed to limit that sort of thing, big time.

“Then again, Kat just told us we got a question, to go ham with it, and... Hey, if she needs comfort? And this is how she wants us to go about it? Alright, then. Oh, and I’ll go first. Duh.

“My way of comforting Kat? Depends! Usually rides around the city, preferably to a quiet spot...especially when it’s nighttime and even quieter. Car rides comfort her, too; it’s...really cute, honestly. I might also play a game for her to watch. The more I hate it, the better; she can never resist a small laugh when I get frustrated! Plus, then she gets to calm me down, which turns into like....mutual comfort. So that’s awesome.

“Alright, who’s next?!? Let’s see how long we can go for!!”

“If I may...?” (”Oh shit, it’s the old-timey, nerd guy!!”) “When she’s feeling down, well... The Otherworld doesn’t offer much, so we often just cuddle up close and relax for the day. I’ll be the lookout and just...let her lie back and do her best to recover. Maybe out for a moment and pick flowers? Thread them into a flower crown to give her, then shower her with compliments.... She always manages to smile after that, thank me, and then...give me a kiss. She’s lovely like that.”

“Anyways.... My turn!! Whenever my girl needs comfort, we watch anime together! We’ll get lots of blankets, I’ll go out and get snacks... It’s a mess we gotta clean up later, but it’s worth it~ I snuggle her close and tease her when the couples are getting together and they’re kissing, ehehe~!

“...Though I’m a bit of a cheat, too. Getting her happier in some...other ways.” (”Kid, Kat’s gonna have your head if you keep talkin’.”)

“Ah, but I...refuse to be forgotten...in a time like this.... When she is upset, I...take her hands in mine...put them to my cheeks... I like being...affectionate with Kira...and gentle. She...cries sometimes, but... I kiss them away.... Sometimes we even...nap together. I hold her close...until she wakes up.... I am...not very good at comforting others, but... I do my best...for Kira....”

“Kira? Upset? Well, obviously the best way to fix that is to give her Teddy! Nobody is allowed to be upset when holding Teddy. It’s a rule, of course... Though I like being generous; she can hold Teddy and I’ll hold her, too! She won’t let me bite her when upset- which annoys me- but at least keeping her and Teddy close works fine enough for me...~!”

“Doll? Upset?? Nah, not allowed. An’ by that, I mean I’m gonna be lookin’ out for her, big time! No stoppin’ the show! Put on a little show for her, dig out the Sillyvision classics... Anything to see my gal smile again. My inky little heart breaks when she’s sad or hurting....

“If all else fails, though, the others are on the right track; cuddle up close and cling to her. Gotta show such a lovely gal that she’s loved, I’m here, and... I’d do anything for her.”

“I’ve noticed that...Akira does really well with- yes- a bit of cuddling, but also some sweet music. Her tastes always get dark if nobody else is around to make sure she’s okay and that kind of thing won’t help her at all! So I like to sit on the couch- her in my lap- and play some light-hearted music that will surely make her feel better!!

“....And if not- and don’t let anyone else know about this- but I might sometimes use my hero form for...less than heroic deeds and more for selfish ones. But saying my catchphrase, swinging her up into my arms... It’s almost guaranteed to get a small smile out of her and a few laughs, if I do it right!! So...that makes it pretty worth it, right?”

“Ahh, I think I speak for both myself and Sucre when I say that we work together to cheer up our dear Puppeteer~ Sucre prefers dancing as a distraction or curling up in their lap. I like to have them sit between my legs, telling them stories of the places I’ve been and my arms around their waist. It’s...fun; Raina has sensitive ears, don’t you know~? Makes it more fun to tease them as well as distract them from life’s miseries.”

“I’ll always stand by the idea of playing Susan for her. Especially if she’s tired and wants to sleep; something slow and low, so I can watch her lull away into dreamland, you know? I’d suggest drinking, but... She’s not entirely comfortable with the concept, so we leave that one alone. Very alone.”

“Easy; lend her my hoodie and drag her out to go watch shit get blown up~! Easiest way to not only charm a lady, but make her feel better. Nothing warms up the heart like wearing your boyfriend’s hoodie, his hand around your waist, and feeling the heat of a wall of fire, eh~?” (”....This dude steals ideas. Down to whoever the fuck this guy is!!” -Still Wrench)

“Reassure her that she is beautiful, wonderful. That I love her and no matter what happens, I am still not going anywhere. We’ve been together for so many years now, I know her like clockwork. Her insecurities have never really stopped and... I wish I could banish them from her somehow. Kira deserves so many wonderful things and yet her depression hinders her so much....

“We might lie in bed for awhile, go to our gardens and relax in the gazebo we installed for comfort... Then I’ll send her back up to bed and bring a nice tray of snacks for us to enjoy; comfort food, really. It’s a day to be spent taking it slowly and talking her down until she’s relaxed and happy again. I’ve been here by her side for years and nothing yet will stop me.”

“Some solutions? Are the easiest ones... Tapu Cocoa date and sittin’ in the park with our pokemon all hangin’ out. It’s a comfort on so many levels... I’m practically a genius for coming up with it!!

“....Though sometimes the squad comes with us, too. It’s sometimes harder for her to relax with them around sometimes, but that’s why we got Plumeria, right? She keeps ‘em in line and lets me an’ my gurl lay back and chill, no problemo~! Besides.... Kinda nice to have the squad so down to support ya boi’s lady, you know? They’re just as behind supportin’ her as I am, and I think that kinda support helps her a lot.”

“Hey, here’s a fun fact for you... Did you know that Kira is a bit of a pyromaniac? Maybe not like...super crazy, burns-everything-at-all-times kind of pyro, but she loves fire. So I like using that to my advantage. Using my fire-associated powers to calm her down... Maybe get a fire started on some logs; have a night watching it burn and listening to it crack, or we could bring out the marshmallows! Make a snacking event out of it. “I also pet her hair, as well. Calms her right down.”

“The darkness may be our home, but a smile on the face of my queen is far more preferred... To that end? I’ve always enjoyed either a tender moment lying in bed or...getting up, playing some music, and forcing her to dance with me~ “It embarrasses her, you see. Never quite learned how to properly dance, much less waltz...but I take it upon myself to cheer her up and teach her in one fell swoop.

“It works out quite well, I must say.”

“Let’s be honest, there’s only one known cure for depression...and that’s sleeping, fishing, and petting cats.”

“Saying nothing of how therapeutic hanging around chocobos is?!? Noct, honestly... I’m a little offended right now. Heartbroken, even, that you’d say that. Chocobos and getting to be around them are just as healing!! And don’t even get me started on riding chocobos together....”

“You two can say what you want, but Rachael’s real cure lies in books and being outside. Getting to lay around with her while reading out loud... That’s the high-life.”

“Then I’m going to have to be the one to say I look out for her physical health, right? Ensuring she eats well and stays hydrated... The Six knows she’s terrible at it when upset...as well as hear out her problems, if she wishes to speak them. Goodness, what are you all even doing? Helpful though you may be, not getting to the source of the issue will yet be your downfall and she’ll elope with me....” (“And this is why when I take the throne, I’m making polygamy legal. This nonsense about who marries Rachael first is ridiculous!!! We’re all gonna set this up right and be a happy little family, alright? Geez...” -Noctis)

“Here me out on this... Cuddles and tangled limbs with pizza and a milkshake, with ice cream in the freezer, ready to go at a moment’s notice. Maybe some tunes to brighten up the quiet atmosphere; lighten it up a little. “If that doesn’t do it, after some relaxation time? Hold hands and go out on the town. Getting outta the shop can work wonders and I’ve noticed it often helps her a little, too.”

“....Coffee is too bitter for times like these, her favorite hot chocolate, too sweet. Drowns out the bitterness of her feelings with falsified sweetness that shouldn’t be forced. The bitterness of coffee shouldn’t add to an already burdened heart like hers; there’s always a way to return the sweetness to a newly bitter cup.

“I’m no professional at pouring sugar into a cup I’ve always had bitter, but Kitten? She deserves to be reminded of the sweetness she’s brought into my life... So I’ll do my best to serve up something that will do just that.” (“....So does anyone know what this guy said or-?” -Wrench)

“It is in times like these I would remind Rachel how fleeting life is; her agony seems neverending, but I know that someday, she will find peace. I hold her close in those times, telling her stories of the drell and our beliefs, hoping that she may find some comfort in them. The fact that she latched onto “tu fira” however, says a lot about her.

“It’s why I always play what you humans would call classical music before bringing her to bed for rest. Oftentimes, the best thing to do when things get too heavy is to sleep some of it away... Allow it to pass and then work through it gently. I often get lulled to sleep with her, though; classical music seems to be something I find myself enjoying.... She smiles a little when I hum along and snuggles closer, on occasion. It is...adorable.”

“What I do...when Kira gets upset? Uhm, go for walks together, draw some silly things for her... If there’s enough time in the day, I’ll take her out to a cafe... Specifically a cat cafe, so she can make a few furry friends and relax, you know? She loves stuff like that, so... I’m happy to contribute in that way.”

“Oh, I used to be absolutely terrible at that! Always shrugging off her problems to encourage hope instead... After all, for every fall, that means a greater hope is on the horizon, for sure!! ....But she gets hopeless after a certain point and her beliefs that the universe leaves her behind, hurting her for fun... Trash like me understands that train of thought more than she realizes.

“So! I’ve largely stopped doing that, now. Now we cuddle on the couch and do nothing all day or go out for a trip to the park, where she protects me from my bad luck quite a few times.... Even when she’s hurting, she’s still so radiant... Reminding her that I love her does the trick to helping her back to being her hopeful self, as well~!”

“Ya know what’s the best way to put a smile on someone’s face~? Explosions!!! Lots of ‘em!! Roadie and I might even sneak out for a quick lil’ crime spree of stuff our sheila likes, just to watch the surprise on her face and what’s sure to be a big ol’ smile~!!”

“She also...enjoys cuddling with the both of us.... Jamison is warm and I’m soft as hell... Heh heh heh..... She’s a cute lil’ piggy.”

“I’ve never been all that good at comfort... I suppose because being dead now, my primary emotion seems to eventually default to something like a “quiet wrath” at all times. However.... I do try my best with it. Encouraging the deadbeats to play with her in an attempt to lift her mood up. Take her outside to see the moon and- if it’s not out- perhaps take her into my arms and float upwards. It’s...a very bold thing to do, to trade sadness for fear, but it does work a bit.

“Hell, I’ll even watch crime shows with her, if she wants me to. I don’t like them for obvious reasons these days, but... Rachel likes the criminology stuff, so I let it be. It’s a plus to see her fuss over certain cases, as well. Reminds me of someone I know, hahahah~”

Link has to think a moment before speaking. “Walking around a local town is often the best route. Something...calm and comforting, without the worry of being attacked, you know? Zora’s Domain is perfect for this; Ethel enjoys being there and the sound of rushing water. Knocks out like a light within seconds, too. A large difference between that and how she tosses and turns at any other time.

“I might also summon Wolfie; he seems to know Ethel somehow, pressing to her side from time to time and even sleeping between us. He’s...very protective and Ethel finds peace in his presence. When I can call him to our side, I do. Especially if she needs the comfort he brings.”

“Though it pains me to see Ethel upset, I do enjoy lifting her spirits, as there are many ways to do so! We can go swimming together, eat some food, I hum songs of my people to her and perhaps even drag her into a little dancing to the music!

“Though my favorite of them all is to find a quiet place to sit and remind her of her importance. How loved and cherished she is, here. Many things have changed, towns have fallen apart...but this world is still her home. And that I will always be here for her, if she’d have me. (Which she always agrees to, much to my relief.) “She cries at my words, but it’s a freedom of her internal stress, so... I am happy that she can open up and relax around me like that. It means more to me than I could ever say.”

*puns an’ jokes will never not be a classic, but.*sometimes, it’s better to lie in bed. relax. have a day in.*go to grillby’s, eat up, lie in bed and sleep all we want to.*maybe join paps later to watch tv.*we go at our own pace, though. and that’s good enough.

“More likely than anything, you’ll find me holding her hand in my room, comforting her. Touch and reassurance of her value seems to be the prime way to go to calming her down, so I often go for that, when not just holding her when my words run out. On those darker days, I keep her with me; I worry what could happen if someone’s not there to keep an eye out for her, you know?

“I never know if what I do is enough, but when she says that she loves me, too... I feel like maybe I’m onto something after all.”

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“Can I just...start this off by saying that I don’t know what she sees in an ol’ dope like me? When she gets all sad and teary and lonely, I just... I’m often more at a loss of what to do than anything else!!

“She just tells me to give ‘er a hug and go off about somethin’. Which is a very vast topic to work with and then I get rambly- like I am right now- and... Gosh, I don’t even know if it does anything for her, honest. Cause sometimes she falls into sleep there while I’m huggin’ her and I dunno if that means I did my job right or....what have you... I think it works, but I’m never quite sure.”

“Can’t say how many times I’ve wanted to tell her to hush up and get stronger already. Ain’t nothing to whine about, babe; life just sucks like that. Right? Well... Maybe I’m getting soft, cause I just can’t quite make myself do it. “That or... Hey, maybe I’m actually scared of losing something for once. The one time I saw her get advice and they were being rough on her, I watched her cry. Right out in public, where I knew she hated to be seen as weak like that. Had to shoot the poor idiot right in his seat.

“...So what do I do to keep tiger over there happy? Take all the puppies and kittens I don’t kill and hand ‘em off to her. Give her something else to focus on and be happy about. Since shooting things doesn’t work...but she’s told me she likes my skills, at least~

“There’s other ways, but... If foxy up there can’t say anything, I won’t either~ But you get my drift now, right~?”

“What I do...when Rena’s upset. That is a fair question! And it usually is summed up perfectly by me...not knowing what to do. We’ve had an awkward hug once, if that counts? Uhm, and also I’ll sit around and listen on the days she wants to talk; give her a little advice and sympathize with her troubles, you know how it is.....

“...I want to be the person that gets to have the long hugs and maybe cuddles in bed, but-!! I don’t know what I’m doing!!! I’m just the guy kinda-sorta trying to get the girl, but all I know what to do is bring her snacks and coffee so she can keep doing the stuff she loves.... Augh.” Noodle man is bad at having crushes and confessing feelings; more at 11.

“First of all... I’d just like to make an announcement that anyone would be glad to have me. Okay? Okay~ With that said... Sadly, sex does not fix everything! That means we have to do shit like....talk about emotions an’ stuff. Which I am not too fond of doing. I also can’t shoot dead most of her problems, so-!

“Shopping sprees, a seat on the throne (read: my lap), and getting that kitten smothered in affection. Cause sweet words do fix a lot of shit- however- and the more growl in the voice, the more you get away with. That’s just facts, baby~!”

#catherinetheartistic #The Group Answers #[W] we have...almost eVERYONE on this post #[W] had to stop cause Kat's really tired rn #[W] but yeah holy shit this was #[W] an event all on it's own #[W] ....nobody is gonna tag this with everyone who appeared lets be real here #[W] but some DIDN'T answer and uuuhhhh #[W] I dunno maybe they'll make their own post later or smthn #[W] it's bedtime now though soooooo gOODNIGHT LOSERS

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maelstromradio-archive · 7 years ago

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Halloween Choose your Own Adventure

You find yourself hanging out near the Drowning Wench, when all of a sudden a daft Moogle Messenger happens upon you with a letter! You tell the moogle to scram, as it waited for some sort of tip.

Why wouldn’t you tip the moogle?! That’s rude of you! Anyway back to everything being about you…

The letter you is address to you and yet no sender… The letter reads:

Dear Friend,

We are throwing an All Saints Wake Party tonight! Come to the Haunted Manor and wear your best costume! It will be a Monster Mash and you might even get graveyard smashed! ;)

Come alone. (Not like you had a friend or significant other to go with anyway...loser)

Are you going to go?

You go because you need to get out and getting drunk at the Drowning Wench is only so much fun.

You get kicked out until you can pay your 950,000 gil tab… I won’t judge your habits...Okay I’m judging… You decide to go because parties mean free food and drink!

You go to your house and you dig through your retainers for the perfect costume, something really scary. What will it be?

A Scary Wolf

A Mangy Wolf

A Wittle Cutie Wolfie OwO

It’s time for the party! You make your way to the Haunted House and, like a responsible person, you use your Linkshell app Chocobo Porter to get a Lift...You think it’s an Uber Idea…

You pull up to the house about 7 or 8 and you yell to the Bird, “KWAH smell you later”. You look at the mansion, and you’re finally here…

Use the Spooky Door Knocker

Go around back and slip in like you’ve been here and grab a drink

Bust through the door and make a grand entrance!

You make your way in, and for an All Saints Wake party it seems rather dead. A butler shows up behind you…

“Hello guest...my name is RiffRaff... and time is fleeting!”

You think this guy is weird, but you roll with it. RiffRaff leads you to the Study where there are plenty of others in masks quietly sitting drinking cocktails.

You wish you had a drink right now…

You also realize there are some people you know here: The Wae Sisters, Scoot Patoot, Nanomo, Shyntyrr Zaurett, and Cypher Blackfyre. There are a few others you don’t know as well...

Thunder Crashes! You hear a voice!

“Welcome all to the Party! We shall have a night of frights and a murder!”

Thunder Crashes! You hear an Awoo. The lights go out and in the middle of the room a body mauled by some sort of animal…

A gnarly Wolf

A Wolfman

El Hombre-lobo

By the looks of the cuts and bites you can tell it’s of a wolf! After everyone calms some, you yell with confidence!

THERE IS A WOLF AMONG US! (Awoo human)

Everyone looks at you and you can tell they are judging.

RiffRaff states that there is a murder in the house and everyone should split up and attempt to find this person! Eyes all look at you in your (use costume choice from above) and you smile and say:

Come on I couldn’t harm a fly!

You decide to not push buttons and let everyone pair off.

Who is your partner?

RiffRaff

The Widow

The Professor

You and the (above choice) make your way upstairs. You try to make a joke about what a terrible time to dress as a (Insert choice from above).

Your partner glares at you. You decide making jokes isn’t help you here.

So you decide to check the upstairs rooms. Which room do you pick?

The Master's Bedroom (It’s where the safe words are used)

The Ladies Bedroom (It’s where the magic happens)

The Guest room (It’s where the tears happen)

You enter to the room (thunder crash and howl). You’re hiding behind a lamp.

Your safety buddy is near the fireplace. You are near the books. You think of all the stories you’ve read and you know that one of these needs to be a lever

Pull all the books to search of a lever

Ignore that idea and just search the room

You know how cool you’d look if you found a great clue so you bust out your Official Hildibrand Certified School of Detective Work and start busting out clues… You find none...

Your buddy stares at you and leans on the fireplace. They hear a click and the fireplace moves open to show a secret path!

You follow the path. It’s dark. You get scared by a familiar sound… (AWOOO)

You look around your partner is gone! They split the PARTY! YOU NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY!

You keep following the path with your hand along the wall. You feel a hole big enough to squeeze your hand through...

You put your hand and feel slime covered lever and pull

You feel a crank and you get to cranking

You feel what appears to be a snake. You pet the hole snake and you hear a click. You later think that was a really nice snake and you want a snake as a pet.

You end up in the Study with the dead body!

*Lightning crashes*

Everyone comes back into the room, sees you with the body, and that your safety buddy is missing. People are now ready to make their accusations!

The Wae Sisters:

Ebony: "It's obvious who the werewolf is. It's [the audience]!" Tara: "Sister, perhaps we can get them to bite us." Ebony: "Good idea, Sister. Though that may prevent us from becoming vampires." Tara: "Hmm. Not worth it, then. Wolves are disgusting anyway.

You:

I’m only dressed like a wolf…

Scoot Patoot:

If anyone coulda’ dun it it was you! I know a wolf when I see one.

You:

I’m ONLY DRESSED LIKE ONE

Nanamo:

I believe that which I see for myself. It is true that no others were around to see (his/her) demise. Yet here I find you: the only one present, and the sole individual capable of inflicting those wounds. Who else would the killer possibly be? It must be so!

You reply:

I DIDN’T KILL ANYONE!!!!

Suddenly...

Excuse me… Maybe I can clear somethings up…

Everyone turns to see a Lupin in the doorway.

You see I called you all here. I thought a fun Murder Mystery Dinner would be a fun All Saints Wake event.

You say:

I see. I didn’t do a thing! I was trying to explain that to you the whole time....

Lupin:

I do apologize for that. Also your costume is very offensive to my people.

You:

I’m sorry… It’s all I had really.

Lupin:

I don’t dress like your people… ANY WAY. I hope you all forgive me, there is still a party to be had. Food and drink are in the Ballroom!

So you enjoy the rest of your night. You have your fill of food and drink. You even got Lupin to be less mad about your costume...

You decide to walk home from here since it’s not that far.

It’s nice moonlit sky and sweet breeze. You hears something rustling in the bushes and shrug it off, but pick up the pace. You hear heavy breathing and starting running!

You can’t out run it! It’s too late!

Awooooooooooooo!

Thriller Laugh

I know what you’re think what happened to Shyn and Cypher? Well...

The show is done and so it ends The darkness falls across the lands Where will our two hosts go? Not even the demons know. For they were there to face a hound from hell With the help from you had a story to tell For now the night closes in to bring its doom Stay bundled up in your room For this is a word of warning for you Always fear the wolfs Awoo

Happy All Saints Wake!

#ffxiv #choose your own adventure #All Saints Wake

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yvainethorneathidrial · 7 years ago

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Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

Kin:: “Well among my family I’m simply referred to by a few as the bastard. Why? Well my mother who is still in service to the Meryss family had a love affair with Algernin’s father Graham (Don’t tell him I called him by his first name shhhh!). Algernin’s mother saw me as a mark on the family name and once it got out that I was the bastard despite efforts to hide it or get rid of me I had to be ‘dealt’ with. Fortunately my father and my half brother took it upon themselves to protect me. They along with my mother are my family no matter my standing as a bastard. Because of them I think I’ve become a fairly strong girl you know? Well I try anyway!”

“So the other part about considering others as family well I do. Blood isn’t the only thing that makes you family you know. I have Damaris who’s now my sister-in-law. We had a rocky start because of some things she was going through but now she’s changed a lot and I think for the better. She’s mentored me in conjury under boss lady erm Tessariel’s watchful eyes. Swear if she finds out about the boss lady thing I’ll be on odd contracts for the rest of the year! The Scions of Numenor have really been a great family to me and my brother who’s been working along side boss…Tessariel (Twelve help me with these nicknames and when to use them!).

Then there’s Kibaa who’s a literal pain in the ass who I don’t approve of doing certain things but I’m just the ‘baby’ of the group. He’s not in the company anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t get angry with him for being a furry idiot! I have to be the pain in the ass little sister of the group after all. I also have Zhara and Chachan who I met through my husband Renias. They’ve been notihng but kind to me and I consider them family too. If any of them were in danger I’d hurry to help them.

Renias tells me something that my brother does too that I tend to be too nice but that’s just how I am. I don’t like others being treated poorly or being taken advantage of because I think it had a lot to do with how I was treated by the upper class in Gridania. I mean not all of them were mean. Caroline was always nice to me and we were basically like sisters. Gods I have a lot of non blood family members…This is getting to be a long list and I know Renias is going to tell me I talk to much.”

Upcoming:: “Ooo the future! It’s something I do think about a lot especially now that I have a little one on the way. I’m only a couple months in but still I think about what sort of world they’ll be introduced to and keep hoping things will be better once the Garlean Empire stops being a bunch of knuckleheads. But! I will admit that even before I thought about the future like what I would end up doing with my life. I started as an archer and initiate Wood Wailer before moving into being a medic for the field. See I didn’t have enough aether at my disposal for some reason but one day it seemed to hit me like a fat chocobo falling from the sky or Magitek armor either way I just started to feel the aether surge through me. I did have a bit of aether sickness but I adjusted with help from my friends. Then poof ended up going full time into the conjurers guild with some side training with a private trainer from the Rogues’ guild. Can’t be too careful with all those shady sorts wanting to make a quick gil off selling people into whatever these days.

As far as planning…Well I try not to plan too much. Why? Eh it’s more because whenever I did plan in the past it always never went that way so I just keep it simple so the expectation isn’t too high. Like if I’m having a party for friends I’ll make a lot of food but I never expect everyone to be able to show up. Just means a lot of leftovers for everyone to take home so I try to keep a positive spin on things. If I let the negative constantly nag me and don’t get me wrong it does happen then I just find myself in a dark place that even Renias has trouble shaking me from. I blame it on the memories of things locked away in my head…Oops! Okay that shouldn’t have slipped out. It’s complicated heh heh.”

Yack:: “What do I like to talk about? Ooo lots of things! Gardening, cooking, potions, healing, traveling! It’s getting me to shut up that becomes the trick! I think the one thing I do go on and on about is either my family, healing or something I read recently. Uh I think the proper term for me is over sharer? I’ll have to ask Maris about that one… But when it comes to family I just like to torment my older brother and now that he’s married it makes it more fun because now Maris and I get to do it more often especially with talk about babies and play dates! We hid his bourbon and said Moogles stole it. I can see it now… “Moogles stole my bourbon! You furry little bastards!” Teehee!”

Thanks for the asks!

@subetei-noykin @aglassphoenix @kibaa-hart @zhara-liara-yuni @gegenji

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sylvermyth · 7 years ago

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Prompto’s Home for Zombie Pets

HEY LOOK I WROTE A THING. Inspired by this post, this was incredibly self-indulgent and kind of a blast to write (and probably a bit ridiculous), and I really just love Prompto, so there's also that. If you enjoy the fic (or love Prompto, or just wanna chat) please comment/reblog to let me know! Cheers! <3

Prompto’s Home for Zombie Pets

It wasn't—he hadn't done it on purpose, the first time. The spell had been scrawled on a scrap of parchment he'd found tucked into a dog-eared tome that he'd unearthed at one of the used bookstores (he'd already forgotten which because Iggy always insisted on visiting ALL of the bookstores) without any title or description of what the spell did. And really, he should've been tipped off when it called for a blood sacrifice, but magic was fickle and unspecific and "blood sacrifice" didn't always mean something had to die, so he'd tried it, anyway, nicking his finger just enough for a couple drops.

The rush of magic was unmistakable when Prompto finished the incantation—and really, his grasp of Latin wasn't that bad, and that should've been an indication, too—so he knew it had worked. He just didn't know what exactly "it" was until the chocobo chick dragged itself into the little lean-to he'd been using as his base. It was covered in dirt and only slightly more gruesome than it had been when they'd found the poor thing, mauled and gurgling blood in its final breaths, one wing dangling by a strip of cartilage. The rest of the guys had humored him when Prompto wanted to give it a funeral and proper burial in the yard. At least it hadn't had far to go.

Well, okay. Maybe he'd known a little what the spell could entail, but he hadn't been sure it'd work. Really.

And, okay, necromancy was definitely not something he'd ever considered taking up, considering the reputation, and it was probably a little unnatural, and gross (rotted corpses, ew), but Prompto wouldn't abuse his knowledge. He definitely didn't want an undead army, and didn't have any evil ambitions. He just wanted to be with his friends and have fun, and he didn't need a zombie horde to do that—they'd probably just get in the way, anyway.

And smell. Ignis would surely complain about the mess, and the smell. Noct and Gladio probably would, too, but Ignis would have a fit.

But the baby chocobo was just…it wasn't right for its life to end like that! Without having known the wonder of the world, or the joy of friendship. It totally deserved a second chance, and Prompto was happy that he could give it one.

Except, reanimating the corpse was the extent of the spell. Of that much he was certain. No idea how to fix the physical damage—but that didn't seem to be bothering the chick, in any case—and no way to put it back, if he had even wanted to. It stared at him with eyes that were brighter than he would've expected from something that had spent time being dead, expectant, somehow, and unfazed by Prompto's typical restless motion.

Of course, since Prompto had brought it back, he couldn't do anything but take responsibility. So maybe he couldn't exactly fix the injuries, but he could bandage them so they wouldn't offend the eye (and the precariously dangling wing wouldn't fall off) and by then, well. Since there was no turning back, he had to name it.

"Necrobo." Noctis lifted an eyebrow when Prompto introduced his new companion to the group (he'd had to—Necrobo followed him everywhere; it would've been impossible to hide her), but it was followed by a small smile. Noct was like that, sometimes: quiet, accepting. Letting Prompto's chatter speak for the both of them.

"You named it Necrobo, what the hell kind of name is that?" This from Gladio, but with a name like Gladiolus, he really didn't have room to talk. Even if it was a friendly rib. Prompto scowled (though really it was more of a frown, because Prompto could never get angry enough to scowl at his friends).

"Prompto." Ah, Iggy. Prompto's scowl (frown) deepened, recognizing the careful tone, the sharp eyes flicking over his chick, calculating. "Prompto," Ignis began again, adjusting his glasses, "you have a…chocobo."

Prompto rolled his eyes. "Yeah, duh, it's a chocobo. My chocobo." He crouched down next to Necrobo, beaming up at Ignis. "Isn't she awesome?"

Another of those looks. "Is it…sanitary?" Prompto huffed, but Ignis barreled on. "I mean, if you're going to keep her, you know you have to take care of her properly. I won't be cleaning a litter box or anything, either." Ignis's expression turned skeptical. "Will she need…a litter box? Food?" Ignis cleared his throat.

Prompto gathered Necrobo in his arms and stood, so he could stare Ignis down—or at least attempt to. "You mean, because she's undead."

Ignis frowned. "I realize she looks unhealthy, but I didn't mean to imply…" Noctis's snort was unmistakable, and Gladio looked stricken.

"There's no implying anything, Ignis; I brought her back to life myself! Somehow."

"As a zombie chocobo." Noctis's voice held a hint of amusement. "That's not exactly alive, Prom."

"Necrobo," Prompto corrected. "And she doesn't seem to mind! Do you, girl?" He was rewarded with a small trill.

"I'm not even going to ask," Gladio grumbled, raising his hands in defeat. "I'll be training in the yard. Noct! Let's go!" Gladio half-dragged a protesting Noctis in the direction of the training yard, and Prompto was left to continue his Ignis stare-down.

"I won't ask, either," Ignis said finally. "But necromancy is not something to be played with, Prompto."

Prompto pouted. "It's just a baby chocobo."

It was not, in fact, just a baby chocobo.

Necrobo didn't smell, as it turned out, at least, nothing worse than the smell of damp earth, and neither did she decompose any further than when she'd emerged from her grave—for which Prompto was eternally grateful, because he imagined that would be rather terrifying, and he still didn't know how to un-undead her (not that he had any reason to find a way, once the decomposition was out of the equation). She followed him around like a familiar, and even if she did act strange at times, he liked the company. Anyway, who was he to turn someone away just because they were different? That was just rude, and he was, after all, still responsible for her.

He still didn't want a horde of undead.

Just, Prompto felt incredibly bad for the baby tonberry that Noctis hit with his car, and it was too late for a phoenix down. Noctis felt bad, too, probably even worse than Prompto, but Prompto had been distracting him from the road, so it was really more his fault than Noct's.

And, okay, Prompto had paid some attention to his lessons, and he couldn't be sure that the spell was legit unless it was repeatable. Because he really wasn't, but it really was. Repeatable.

He tried to explain that to Ignis, who stared at him with narrowed eyes when Noctis extracted the undead tonberry from Prompto's side of the car. Necrobo poked her head from behind Prompto's legs, and maybe that didn't help his case much.

"You of all people should understand, Ignis!" Prompto knew his eyes were wide as he tried to make his case. "You're the most logical person I know."

"I named him Roadkill," Noctis said, deadpan.

"Right, he's got a name! We can't give him back now, Ignis. It'd just be mean. Heartless, really."

Ignis gave him one of his measured looks. "Just be careful. However you're doing it, there's not a lot known about necromancy, and there are reasons for that. Don't do anything stupid."

Prompto waved him off. "It's fine, Iggy, it's not like I'm trying to take over the world or anything."

"This is exactly how the end of the world starts," was all Gladio had to say, although he didn't otherwise protest the addition of another undead pet in their midst.

The next time—the next few times—were truly accidents. Prompto didn't even say the incantation, just, thought it in his head. Maybe he was also picking at a scab at the same time, and bled a little, but that was totally unintentional.

It became a bit of a collection, after that: all small or baby animals, cute, if a bit gruesome, hobbling or crawling around his apartment, and at least they don't require much care, aside from Prompto's attention, which he gladly gives. Nor do they make much noise (aside from the occasional breakable, but he didn't have many of those to begin with), so the neighbors don't complain, but his apartment has begun to smell a bit like a crypt, somewhere between earthy and musty.

Noctis remained amused by the whole situation, but Prompto started hiding his new pets from Gladio after the tonberry, and from Ignis after the unmentionable incident, so Prompto's apartment became welcome to Noctis only. Which wasn't really any different from before, since they tended to congregate at Noct's or in the palace grounds, anyway.

But that didn't stop Noctis from grinning at Prompto and pointing at the dinosaur skeleton in the Lucis Museum of Natural History. "Dude!" he hissed, "Can you imagine that fitting in your apartment, Prom?"

It was a little mortifying…but also possibly the coolest thing he could imagine using his necromancy for. But, "I'm really not sure it would work for something that big, Noct." He might've once thought that a corpse would need flesh to hold it together and move it, but nope, he'd tested that, too, and had a skeletal mouse he called Bones that liked to nest in Necrobo's feathers. "Or that old," he added as an afterthought. But Noct was making faces or eyes or something at him, and he was admittedly weak in the face of that. And curious. He was also very curious.

So he tried.

And failed.

Actually, it was the first time he'd failed, and that was…disappointing. So he tried again, and then frowned at Noctis, and that turned into a whole week of museum visits, all of the ones that had dinosaur skeletons rigged up.

He was more than a little bummed that it hadn't worked, because his cheerful mask slipped, and maybe Noctis didn't notice, but he caught Gladio frowning at him, eyebrows high and concerned, and Ignis gave him one of those shoulder clasps that meant he was there if Prompto needed him without the mess of words.

But even if Noct didn't notice (which was great, really; he was supposed to be the one normal thing in the prince's life), he still had the right idea for cheering him up.

"Maybe it's because they're old," Noct muttered. "But I bet you can handle something big." He wouldn't say where they were going when Prompto got in the car, or even after his incessant babbling, but Prompto grinned when Noctis parked a short way away from the catoblepas carcass.

"Dude, no way! That thing's huge!" Prompto gaped; it was possibly even bigger than some of the dinosaurs skeletons they'd seen.

"Right? So you gonna do it or what? C'mon, Prom, wow me."

Prompto made a strangled noise, half glee and half nerves, but he was totally going to do it. He was totally going to have a pet catoblepas, and it was going to be the best. "I'm going to name you," Prompto called to the still corpse, "I'm going to name you, uhm." He stopped his brainstorm for the perfect name to concentrate on the spell and pricked his thumb, and then he couldn't think at all as it actually lurched to its feet and "HOLY SHIT NOCT IT ACTUALLY WORKED!"

"Yeah. Good job, Prom. Never doubted you." Noct patted at him absently, his eyes fixed on the thing towering over them. Not that it was threatening, just huge, and Prompto had to admit he couldn't stop staring, either.

"Uhm, Noct?" Noctis hummed a response. "That's definitely not going to fit in my apartment. Just saying."

"Nope."

"Sooooo. What am I supposed to do with it?"

Noctis shrugged. "Put it back?"

Prompto's hands flew of their own accord, gesturing wildly as he rounded on Noctis. "Just, put it back? Really? Rude! I brought it back, I can't just go and kill it again. That's just mean."

"I mean, it was already dead, right? Just undo it."

"Just undo it," Prompto muttered, "like it's really that simple."

"You can undo it, right?"

"No!"

Noctis glanced over at Prompto. "What do you mean, 'No.'"

"I mean," Prompto's voice shrank, "I don't know how."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"We should…go get Ignis." Noctis started backing towards the car.

"It'll probably follow me if I leave," Prompto sighed.

"Oh."

Prompto rolled his eyes and dug his phone out of his pocket, his stomach sinking as he tapped the screen to call Ignis. There was surely a lecture forthcoming, but maybe if he didn't tell Ignis that what he wanted to put back was a freaking catoblepas, it wouldn't be so bad.

Of course, it was Ignis, and Prompto wasn't as clever as he'd thought, because Ignis's sigh sounded put-upon even through speakerphone.

"What could be worse than the coeurl cub?" And Prompto definitely hadn't told him about that one, so he probably also knew about the others that Prompto hadn't told him about, which explained the long-suffering sigh. Well, that was a conversation for later, he decided. Immediate problems first.

But leading with 'catoblepas' sounded like an awful idea, so Prompto launched into the explanation about the dinosaurs first, to which Ignis listened with…well, not undying patience. And by the end of the explanation, even Prompto wasn't convinced whether a catoblepas was better or worse than dinosaurs, but Ignis was on his way to their location, so that was…something.

The catoblepas was lumbering around at the edge of the water when Ignis arrived, with Gladio in tow. For back-up, probably.

"So, uh, guys…we aren't just going to fight it like a daemon, are we? Cause it's not…it's not mean or evil or anything. Just undead." Prompto offered a lopsided grin, eying Gladio's bulging muscles, the displeased tilt of his mouth. Ignis just looked mildly annoyed, which on him meant he was more likely pissed.

"No." Ignis's voice was clipped, and, yeah, he was definitely angry, but he was also holding out a piece of paper to Prompto, which, what was a piece of paper going to do about an undead catoblepas?

Prompto said as much. "How's a piece of paper going to help with an undead catoblepas?"

Ignis leveled a glare at him, but it was Gladio who grit out, "Maybe you should read it and find out."

And, "Oh," it was another spell. Except this one was clearly labeled with description and everything, and it didn't so much kill the undead as release them from the magic animating them, so it sounded…pretty clean and painless. "Okay. Yeah."

Ignis's voice softened. "Anyone with magic can do it, but I thought it better if you did it yourself."

"I—yeah. It's my responsibility." Prompto looked up at the catoplebas. "Sorry, big guy." The spell was simple enough, compared to the reanimation spell, and it certainly seemed like the catoplebas didn't even notice the magic leaving it. Like hitting the undo button, and Prompto turned back to his friends, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry, guys. I guess I got a little carried away."

Noctis had a crooked, guilty smirk on his lips. "I wasn't exactly helping you there."

Prompto smiled a little and pushed his shoulder. "Not you."

Ignis offered a gentle smile. "We know you Prompto. If you got any more carried away, we would've steered you right again."

Gladio clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I trust you. It's the undead I don't trust. If they ever get out of hand, I'm prepared to fight for the fate of the world."

Ignis snorted. "A chocobo and a tonberry are not going to destroy the world."

Gladio gave Ignis a scandalized look. "You say that now, but—"

Prompto's laughter cut him off. "Thanks. You guys are really the best."

"I thought I was number one," Noct protested, and Prompto swung around and pulled him into a hug.

"Yep. Number one pain in the ass."

"Hey!"

"Still," Prompto mused as they meandered towards the cars, "Is it because the dinosaurs are too old, or what? Cause it's definitely not a size thing. Inquiring minds want to know. Hypothetically. Although," he rambled, "now that I know it can be easily undone…"

Gladio looked alarmed at this. "No. Not even for a moment. No dinosaurs. No behemoths. No, nope, nada."

Ignis laughed. "I'm not surprised you couldn't get it to work on the skeletons we saw in the museum, Prompto, considering they were never alive to begin with."

Prompto and Noctis yelped in unison. "What!"

"Are you telling us dinosaurs aren't real? I don't believe you."

"They're real enough, but fossils are usually too delicate to be strung up as a skeleton like that. Usually they're kept in a vault instead. Not to mention the fact that many recovered skeletons are incomplete, so they must be reconstructed. Not that an incomplete corpse has stopped you," he added wryly.

"That's…still kind of disappointing," Prompto muttered.

"You know," Noctis confided, "there's some historical vaults in the citadel. We could look for a real skeleton."

Prompto grinned and threw his arm around Noct. "That's what I'm talking about!"

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prophetparadox · 7 years ago

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Birds of a Feather Chapter 14: Calm Before The Storm (A Prompto x OC Soulmate AU)

Chapter 13 <-/AO3/-> Chapter 15

Masterlist

Word count: 1,648

So this is probably filler for the most part, but it’s needed filler. Also ugh, why did I have another chapter I struggled with? I like being able to write good quality stories, brain! Oh well, moving on. Figured it was time to get into some backstory since this isn’t just a story about two dorks falling in love. It’s Katia’s story too, so her stuff needs to come out there. Also there’s fluff, because I’ve been waiting for fluff for too long and I deserve to add it in! Especially since shit’s gonna go down soon. Gotta give these kids a break before the angst train has to roll back into the station, you know?

Tagging: @themissimmortal, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @takuahijackedthetardis, @lunarlapin, and @mini-moogle-queen. Please let me know if you want to be tagged in future updates!

"Can't believe I'm finally in Altissia. After all this time, I didn't think I'd actually get here." Katia said, taking in the ocean's scent. It felt nostalgic to her.

"Don't you mean we're finally in Altissia?" She felt a hand grab her own, the warmth spreading through her, as she looked at Prompto.

"Specifics. You get what I mean, Prom." she scoffed. She couldn't believe she was actually standing here, with Prompto and the others by her side. Her original plan to surprise them here felt like ages ago now. But now she was here, though not for a wedding like she'd expected. They were here on business, they had to find Lunafreya and make sure she was okay.

"So we have to find this Wheskam guy," Gladio said. "Some place called Maagho, right?"

"That is what Cid told us." Ignis said.

"Any idea where this place is, Kat?" Prompto asked.

Katia shrugged her shoulders. "Nope, no idea."

"Why would she know anyway?" Noctis asked.

"Oh yeah, I never told you, did I? This isn't the first time I've been to Altissia."

"But I thought you've never been outside the Crown City."

"Not since my dad found me and brought me there."

"Found you? What do you mean by that?" Ignis asked.

Katia took a deep breath. She knew she'd have to spill it at some point. "Stabilis Ferrum isn't my father by blood. When I was six years old, he found me here and took me in as his daughter. He brought me to Insomnia and I never left until recently."

"If you're adopted, then what happened to your real parents?" Gladio asked.

"That's the thing. I don't know," Katia answered. "I can't remember anything before that. All I know is that I found myself here and I'd been running from something. I don't know where I came from, where my real parents are, I don't even know I got to Altissia in the first place. I've tried to remember but no luck."

"So you're not from Insomnia then?" Noctis asked.

"Who knows? Maybe I'm not," Katia said. "But it doesn't matter. My dad is my dad, regardless if I'm not his own flesh and blood. I'm a Lucian from Insomnia, no matter where I came from. I'm still me, and nothing can change that."

"Have you ever tried to find out the truth about your past?" Ignis asked.

"Nope. My dad never knew the answers and I had no way of figuring it out with no leads. As far as I'm concerned, the past isn't important. I'm living my life and that's all that matters. Besides, I don't know why, but I have this feeling that I don't want to know the truth. That if I remember anything or discover the truth, I won't like what I learn. So I'd rather stay ignorant."

"You've been pretty quiet over there, Prompto. Don't you have any questions?" Noctis asked.

"No, I knew this stuff already," Prompto said matter-of-factly. "I always knew Kat was adopted, she told me a long time ago."

"Guess that isn't much of a surprise," Noctis stepped to the front of the group. "Well, let's go find this Wheskam guy then. No point in standing around."

"But Noooooct, can't we explore the city first?" Prompto asked. "It's not like we have to go there right away, we don't even know where it is."

"We've spent enough time dawdling. We need to get to business and find Lady Lunafreya." Ignis stated.

"Awww, come on Iggy! Don't be such a downer! There's no harm in taking a look around, especially since we don't know where we're going!" Katia said.

"You know they're not gonna stop asking until we give in, right?" Gladio whispered into the advisers ear.

Ignis let out a sigh. "Fine. We can look around the city, but only for a few hours. Then we go straight back to locating the Maagho."

Katia and Prompto shot their fists in the air, letting out a simultaneous "Yes!" as they ran ahead.

"They really are perfect for each other." Noctis laughed, running after them so they wouldn't get lost.

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Katia looked out over the water, taking in the sights of the city. It was breathtaking. She'd never had a chance to truly appreciate it all those years ago. At the time she was so confused and out of it that her surroundings never registered with her. But now here she was, the most beautiful city in all of Eos. It felt like a dream that she'd wake up from at any moment. That is, until she felt arms wrap around her from behind.

"You enjoying the view, babe?" Prompto asked. Katia felt herself melt at the new nickname. It'd only been a few days but just hearing him call her that put her in a state of bliss. It wasn't even a special nickname, but the fact it was coming from Prompto made it feel magical.

"Yeah, it's beautiful." she replied, still looking out at the gondolas passing by.

"Not as beautiful as you though." It took a moment for what he said to register, but she laughed at it all the same.

"When did you get so corny?" she asked.

"I thought that's what you're supposed to say to your girlfriend!"

"Prom, you don't have to start talking like some cheesy novel. I already love you more than anything," She left his grasp and turned around to face him. "Save that stuff for when the guys are paying attention. It's fun watching them try to deal with us acting all mushy."

Prompto snickered at the thought. "Yeah, I don't think I've ever seen Noct look so disgusted in my life!"

"And this is the same guy who complained about having to go after a bean supply." The two laughed at the memory, having a bit too much fun at their best friends expense. The laughter died down and the two just looked at each other.

"It's too bad we can't be here for longer, huh?" Prompto asked.

Katia sighed. "Yeah. I mean, it's only been a few hours and I still feel like there's so much more to see! But we have a job to do, and that's making sure Lady Lunafreya is safe."

"We should come back here someday then."

"Huh? You sure?"

"Well why wouldn't I wanna come back here with you, Kat? This place is amazing!"

"...You know, I heard they hold some kind of festival here in Altissia. The Moogle Chocobo Carnival I think it's called."

Prompto's eyes began to light up and a wide grin spread across his face. "Seriously? An entire carnival about chocobos?!" Six, he was adorable like this. It was enough to make her wonder if he loved chocobos more than her. She'd have to tease him about that later.

"Yep! I've never been myself, but they have tons of games, lots of decorations, delicious food, it's got everything! And it's all chocobo themed. Well, moogles too, but you know what I mean."

Prompto nearly jumped in place out of excitement. Something like that was sure to be the best carnival ever! He simply had to go! "That settles it! Next chance we get, I'm gonna take you here to Altissia so we can enjoy every day of that carnival!" he said, sweeping Katia up in another hug.

"But I don't even know when they hold it. It might not happen for a long time, you know."

"Don't care, we'll go to it someday! I mean, why wouldn't I want to go to a carnival about one of my favorite things and take my favorite person with me?"

Katia rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, just because I'm your soulmate can't make me your favorite person."

"It's got nothing to do with that."

"Whatever you say, my Sunshine Chocobo." Prompto wasn't the only one who could break out the nicknames. Katia felt his grip loosen as he took the moniker in. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, a content sigh escaping him.

"Kaaaaat, you're too adorable!" he whined. "It's not fair for me! How am I supposed to deal with so much cuteness?"

Katia just giggled, leaving a kiss on his cheek so his face would go red. It probably shouldn't have, considering they already made out, but it was fun to watch him get flustered nonetheless. "Hey, not my fault you find me so cute."

"Ah there you are," The two turned at Noctis' voice, seeing the other three standing there. "We gotta get going. Specs is getting all fidgety about finding that Maagho place."

"Ah well, it was fun while it lasted," Katia seperated herself from Prompto's embrace, opting to hold his hand instead. "Let's get going, honey buns!" She gave him a smirk, alerting him to play up the sappiness.

"You got it, my little sugar bear!" There was a collective groan from Noctis and Gladio. Ignis said nothing, but just shook his head in disappointment.

"Do you two have to do that?" Noctis asked.

Katia responded with a smirk of her own. "But Noct, you were the one who was pushing us to get together, weren't you? This is what you wanted, right?"

"I swear, the two of you are too much sometimes."

"You know you love us though."

The group began to walk onward, their search for Wheskam resumed. Prompto leaned over and whispered so only Katia could hear. "I'm serious about taking you to that carnival, you know."

"I figured. Let's just hope this whole Leviathan thing doesn't ruin those plans. I'm looking forward to that date and I don't wanna be let down." Despite having the thoughts of the carnival dancing in her head, Katia felt a shiver shot down her spine. She had a bad feeling that things were about to go wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.

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promptoargentumsgirlfriend · 8 years ago

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Runaway Royalty (Chapter 1?) - Prompto x OC

@self-insertlove

And here we have the Royalty AU prompt!

Now, some of you might be wondering about the (Chapter 1?) up there, and that’s because while I intended for this to be a one-shot, I do have some ideas and left this open-ended in the case that people find this interesting and want to see it continue! So let me know if you want to see more! I had a different royalty related AU I wanted to do as a project, but I can always do this instead if people prefer it.

If you can’t tell, I got a bit out of hand with this one, but it’s only because I had so much fun writing it!

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This was total bullshit.

Katia knew that being the next in line to the Lucian throne wasn't easy, living the life of a princess wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But hearing this? This was completely different. They'd lost the war with Nifelhiem, and were now being forced to sign a peace treaty. Not only were they losing all land that was not the capital city, but the deal required her to get married to their prince, some guy she didn't even know and didn't want to. She had already assumed he'd be just like his father Emperor Aldercapt, a man hungry for power and control. While the idea of marriage had never crossed her mind, she certainly didn't want to be married to someone like that.

But being who she was, she didn't have a choice in the matter. It was for the good of the Kingdom, that's what her father had said anyway. So here she was, stuck in the car with her entourage, on her way to Altissa to meet her soon-to-be husband. "Just so you all know, I am not happy about this." she pouted as she stared out at the landscape passing by her.

"Yes Katia, you've made that exceedingly clear by this point." Ignis, her royal adviser since she was three, responded.

"Honestly, you couldn't make that any more clear if you tried." Gladiolus, her personal bodyguard and trainer, added on.

"I mean, you're acting like this is the end of the world or something, Kat." Noctis, her best friend since high school, chimed in.

Katia turned to the backseat where he was casually resting, probably trying to fall asleep no doubt. "That's easy for you to say, you're not the one getting married here," she said. "So tell me again why we know next to nothing about my betrothed again?"

"Aldercapt's son isn't out in the public eye," Ignis explained, almost as if he'd memorized this information before hand. She wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case. "It is known that he exists, but it would seem that Aldercapt has sheltered him and does not let him leave the castle. He's so isolated that finding out anything about him is an exercise in futility. All that could be found is that he is around your age. Everything else is just rumors."

For a brief moment, Katia felt sorry for him. His life was the complete opposite of hers. Her father had allowed her to live her life, even sending her to a public school instead of some fancy private place. But this guy didn't have any freedom. She couldn't imagine what that was like.

"We don't even have a name?" Gladio asked.

"I'm afraid not." Ignis said.

"Well that sure is helpful." Noctis remarked.

"I'll say. How are we even supposed to know who he is when we get there?" Katia asked, her sour attitude returning.

"Nifelhiem's chancellor will be with him. He will be waiting for us and will be our key to meeting the prince in person," Ignis answered. "And Katia, at least pretend to be nice to him."

"I can't make any promises, sorry." Katia said.

The car pulled in to Galdin Quay, their only stop before getting on the boat to Altissia. "Finally, I thought we'd never make it!" Noctis said as the group stepped out. "Mind if we chill out for a little while? I need to stretch my legs before I have to sit on a boat for who knows how long." Katia had to suppress a smile. Thank the Six Noctis was here, she was running out of reasons to stall the trip any more than they had. She didn't care if Noctis was making shit up or telling the truth, she'd be happy with just an hour of freedom.

"He's got a point. No reason to jump on the boat straight away after all." Gladio added.

Ignis sighed. "I suppose we can wait here for a while. I should check the boat schedule anyway so we know when to leave. We'll meet back here in an hour. Until then, feel free to explore, but don't leave the resort." He glared over at Katia in particular.

"Oh come on, Iggy. Like I'm gonna try to sneak away by myself without any way to get back home," she said. "Anyway, see you guys in an hour!" Without waiting to hear another word, she ran off towards the beach, hoping to relax with her hour of freedom in hand.

However, fate had a different idea in store for her. Upon separating herself from the guys and thinking about what to do first, she felt her arm being grabbed and turned her head to see some random guy holding on to her. "Hey! Sorry, no time to explain! I need you to come with me!"

Before she could object, she found herself randomly being dragged away by this strange guy. They kept running until they reached the dock, hiding under it as the guy tried to catch his breath. "Who the hell are you, and why did you just drag me underneath the dock?" Katia asked.

The looked at her with a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that," he tried to apologize. Now that they weren't running, Katia could make out what he looked like. He had messy blond hair, styled in a way that reminded her of a chocobo, his blue eyes seemed to reflect an air of innocence, which was only enhanced by the freckles littered around the bridge of his nose. He was actually adorable, but she had to shake those thoughts out of her head. She was about to get married soon, she couldn't be hooking up with some random guy at a time like this no matter how cute he was. "I was just in a hurry to find someone and you were the first person I spotted."

"Why were you in such a rush?" Katia asked, trying not to stare at his face.

"It's a long story," the young man responded. "You wouldn't even believe me if I told you. Let's just say I'm hiding from someone who's following me."

"Alright, fair enough. I'm not gonna force it out of you," Katia said. "What's your name though, I kinda need to know that."

"The name's Prompto. Prompto...Argentum! Yeah, that's it," he introduced himself. It almost seemed like he was trying to think of something in that moment, but it wasn't worth prying into. "What about you?"

Katia froze. She was technically supposed to be incognito right now, but she was terrible at coming up with a fake name. That and this guy seemed trustworthy. She had no idea why, she'd only known him for five seconds, but this Prompto probably wouldn't tell anyone who she was. But she had to make sure. "Okay, don't go telling anyone this though," Before he could ask what she meant, she continued. "I'm Katia."

It only took a second for it to click in Prompto's head and he looked at her with surprise. "Wait, you mean Katia Lucis Ferrum, don't you?!" he asked.

"Yep! That's me!" she said. "Princess of Lucis, heiress to the throne, and a bargaining chip."

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Prompto seemed to be at a loss for words, only able to stare forward at the cute girl he had grabbed by chance. Out of all the people he had to run into, it just had to be his fiance. Or rather, that's what the lie was.

Being Emperor Aldercapt's son, Prompto knew what was really going on. The peace treaty was a farce, the marriage a sham. It was all an excuse to attack Insomnia, steal the Crystal, and eliminate the line of Lucis. His father had never planned to make peace, all he wanted was the crystal. But Prompto wanted no part in this plan, so he escaped Nifelhiem in the hopes of sending a warning of some sort. In hindsight, he hadn't really thought his plan through all that much, so now he had just been running as far as he could. But he never expected to meet the princess in person, especially not like this. This could be a good thing though, he just had to see where this encounter went.

"Anyway, um, w-what are you doing here in Galdin?" he asked, praying to the Six he didn't sound too flustered or suspicious. The last thing he wanted right not was to scare her away.

"I'm heading to Altissia, or at least I'm supposed to," Katia explained. "Then I'm gonna get married."

"Oh yeah, because of the peace treaty, right?" Prompto asked, receiving a nod from the princess. "You don't sound too happy about it though."

"You got that right, I'm not," Katia said. "I don't even know a thing about the guy I'm supposed to marry! But knowing my luck, he'll probably end up being a total jackass."

"What makes you say that?" Prompto asked, nervous to hear her answer.

"I...I don't know..." Katia mumbled. "I guess I just have a bad feeling about this whole thing, if that makes any sense. I mean, a sheltered prince who's never left Nifelhiem? How am I supposed to feel about that? There's no information about him, and I'm just supposed to accept that he's gonna be my husband? That doesn't sound fair to me. I didn't ask to be the heiress after all," She suddenly stopped in the middle of her rant. "Oh Six, I'm sorry, I just started rambling on to you and you didn't even ask and-"

Prompto stopped her by suddenly grabbing her hand. He wasn't even sure why he did it, he just felt worried about her. He wouldn't lie, the things she said concerning him hurt, but he couldn't really blame her. He had been sheltered, never allowed to leave his estate and kept away from the world. No one knew what he was like, her assumptions weren't without reason. But he couldn't just straight up tell her who he was, could he?

"I get how you feel, it isn't fair," he said. "But think about how he feels about all this. You think he enjoys being locked up like a caged bird, only to be told he has to marry someone he doesn't know either? You're both just pieces in the Empire's game, forced into this crappy position where neither of you can win."

"Hey, are you alright? Your hands are shaking," Prompto looked down and just as she'd said, his hands had started to shake without him even noticing. He hadn't realized just how this whole false marriage thing was making him feel until now. "Prompto, is there-"

"Well then, now that that matter is settled, I should get back to my search." A voice from above drawled out. Prompto's eyes widened and he quickly placed his hand over Katia's mouth. As she was about to attempt to speak through his hand, he brought his finger to his mouth, silently telling her to be quiet. He knew that voice far too well, and just hearing it directly above him was enough to send shivers down his spine. He knew he was being followed ever since he'd escaped Nifelhiem, but he didn't realize his pursuer was Chancellor Izunia.

His footsteps echoed above them, as if he was pacing. "This really is quite troublesome," he mused. "How can this marriage continue without the beloved prince? It surely won't do for the princess and her entourage to arrive in Altissia if her betrothed isn't waiting for her," Prompto could feel his heartbeat racing. If he said too much, his cover would be blown, and who knew what Katia would do then? "No matter, he couldn't have gone too far. If he's not here in Galdin Quay, then I'm certain that he's close by. It's not like he has a means of transportation anymore. Perhaps he's on his way to Insomnia? In that case, I'll just run into him on my way there. Either way, Prince Prompto will not escape my sights for much longer." Ardyn chuckled to himself and walked away, until his laughter and his footsteps could no longer be heard by either of the royals.

Prompto panicked internally. That was exactly what he didn't want to hear from the Chancellor. Now Katia knew who he was, and it wasn't likely she would take it very well. He let go of her mouth, watching as she backed away from him. Just as he thought, she looked confused and hurt. "Prompto, who was that?" she asked. Well, no point in keeping quiet at this point.

"His name is Ardyn Izunia. He's the person I'm running from."

"Izunia? You mean Chancellor Izunia?"

"Yeah."

"And he said Prince Prompto, right? As in your name?"

"...Yeah, he meant me."

"What the... What's going on here?"

"Katia please, let me explain!" He had to tell her the truth, well, as much of the truth as he could. Hitting her with all of his father's plans probably wouldn't go over well with her. "It's true, I'm Prince Prompto Aldercapt, but you have to listen to me! Everything I said earlier is true! I don't want to be part of this marriage either! Not that it has anything to do with you, you seem like a nice and fun person to be around! But I've had no say in how I've gotten to live my life, I don't want to follow in my father's footsteps! I didn't want this life either! That's why I escaped, that's why I came here, I wanted to get as far away from Nifelhiem as possible and live a normal life! I'm sorry I lied, but I didn't know what else to do! I-"

"Woah, Prompto, calm down! You're crying!" Just like before, Prompto hadn't even realized he'd started crying until Katia told him and he wiped his face to find the warm tears falling from his eyes. He noticed that she didn't look upset anymore, it seemed more like she was worried. "It's not your fault, I'm not mad at you," she explained. "It's obvious that neither of us want to be in this situation, and you're definitely not the person I assumed you'd be. You seem to be a nice guy, and I wouldn't mind being your friend. But I'm not sure what we're going to do since I'm supposed to be going to Altissia to get married to you, and instead you're right here. And if what that Ardyn guy said is true, you can't really go anywhere either. We're kinda stuck."

She was right, going to Altissia was pointless now and she couldn't go back to Insomnia. It'd take a miracle for them to find a way out of this awkward position.

"You know Kat, it's not right for you to try and hook up with someone when you're about to get married." A voice Prompto didn't recognize snapped them both out of their thoughts. Standing outside was a young man with black hair and blue eyes, a smirk on his face as he looked over both of them.

"Dammit Noct, that's not what I was doing!" Katia shouted.

"Whatever you say. I won't tell anyone. Anyway, Ignis says that the boats aren't running right now. This reporter said he'd be willing to get us there if we got some rare stones for him, but Ignis wants your opinion on things. So wrap it up and get your ass back to the car before he actually shows some emotion, alright?"

"Okay then, be there in a sec," Katia sighed, as the young man walked away. "Well this just keeps getting more and more interesting."

"It's true, the boats aren't running right now," Prompto said. "Best case scenario, this reporter guy won't be able to get you out of here until tomorrow." And tomorrow would probably be when Insomnia's fall would happen.

"I can live with that," Katia said. The two of them got out from underneath the dock and started walking back to the car. Prompto wasn't sure why he was following her, but she hadn't objected so he didn't say anything. "Hey! I just had an idea!" she suddenly said. She turned around to face him. "Do you know how to fight at all?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," Prompto said, he pulled out a gun he'd been keeping in a side holster. "I mean, I was trained in using firearms, but I don't think I'm very good with them."

"That'll work! I'm sure that's good enough!"

"Why do you ask?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want you to come with me!"

"Huh? But why?"

"Well, you can't stay here. Ardyn's going to realize sooner or later that you're probably still here and will probably force you back. And you can't leave on your own without transportation. But we have a car, and I'm sure you'll fit with the rest of the guys! I mean, we're gonna have to get married eventually, might as well take this chance of freedom to get to know each other."

"But what about when we get to Altissia?"

"We'll worry about that later. Like you said, it'll be at least until tomorrow before we can get there and that's if this guy can pull through for us. Besides, Ardyn can't look for you in Altissia if he's over here, so it's a win-win in my book!"

Prompto wasn't sure he really understood her reasoning, but it wasn't as if she was wrong. Besides, as terrible as it was to think about, they wouldn't even go to Altissia tomorrow if his fathers plan went through. So perhaps rolling with this weird plan would benefit them. "Alright, makes sense to me I guess!"

The pair made it to the car. Prompto saw not only the black-haired guy from before, but a large buff man with tattoos and a man wearing glasses as well. The man with glasses looked over at them, a raised eyebrow the only change in his stern expression. "Katia, who is this?" he asked. This guy was probably Ignis.

"His name's Prompto," Katia explained. "I ran into him on the beach and he said he wants to help us."

"Really now? And what's in it for him?" The burly man asked, his arms crossed. Prompto made a mental note that this guy was not to be messed with.

"Nothing. I just told him about the danger we've been getting into and he offered his services as a sharpshooter." Katia lied.

"He does have a gun on him," The black-haired guy, who Prompto remembered had been called "Noct", pointed out. "A guy like that might be useful, especially since I doubt those stones we have to find are gonna be easy to get."

Ignis sighed. "Katia, you know I dislike it when you lie to me. What is the real reason this Prompto wants to join us?"

"Damn, can't hide anything from you I guess," Katia admitted. "Prompto's running from someone and he doesn't have anywhere to go. He didn't do anything wrong, but he'll be in big trouble if he's caught. I can't stand here and do nothing, it wouldn't be right. I figure that if we take him with us to Altissia, maybe he'd be safer there. Please Ignis, can't he come with us?" Well, she wasn't exactly lying, but it wasn't the truth either.

"You gotta stop putting your heart on your sleeve like that. People'll take advantage of you like that." The buff man said.

"But isn't compassion key in being a good ruler?" Noct asked.

"Yeah, but Kat has this problem where she feels bad about everyone and wants to help them, even when she can't," The buff man stated. "She cares too much to the point that it's a flaw."

"No one asked you, Gladio." Katia said.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he came with us," Ignis finally spoke after spending his time thinking things over. "It's not as if he'd be traveling long, just until Altissia, correct?"

"Yeah, I'll get out of your hair then!" Prompto said, figuring that he should at least say something. If Katia kept talking for him than it was bound to look suspicious.

"So it's settled then! Prompto's coming with us! Now let's get those stones or whatever!" Katia said.

"Someone's in a better mood." Gladio said.

"I'm pretty sure I know why." Noct said, the smirk returning again. Katia punched him in the arm.

"No you don't Noct, just get in the car." Katia said.

Before they joined the others, Prompto took hold of her hand. "So when are we gonna tell them who I really am?" he asked in a whisper.

"I guess when they realize we're not gonna find the prince," Katia whispered. "Gladio might be a bit pissed, but I'm sure they'll understand."

"...Thank you again for doing this."

"No problem. Now let's go, we don't want them to get suspicious."

The two royals got in the car, and the group left to find the stones. Prompto felt a pang of guilt in his chest, but it was too late. The lie had already gotten to the point where it was. And it wasn't like he could tell them the fact that he knew the Empire's plans. He looked over at Katia, who was smiling in her set next to him. He couldn't deny it, she looked adorable. He began to wish that they were supposed to be married, he didn't think he'd mind if it was her. But it just wasn't meant to be. He knew it better than anyone.

The car drove off, the five unaware of what lied in store in their future.

#FFXV #Prompto Argentum #Prompto #Prompto x OC #Silver and Iron #Self ship #Self Insert #Self-Insert Week

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inevitablesurrender · 8 years ago

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Sooooo finally swam to Angelgard.

...Why did I do that to myself.

Particularly when I went a little too far and WHOOPS right through the island and into the ocean, then had to swim around the back and try again. I’ll have to see if there’s anything remotely interesting about the video. I did gather some photos I’m kind of fond of, anyway, so sharing a few. (Don’t expect anything too interesting.)

...There were a few problems from the start, like my chocobo spawning under the water. Mercobo? It just took forever to coax her close enough to do the Galdin Shoals OOB glitch.

Out of all the moody as fuck shots I got... I don’t know, there’s something about this one.

Also, I propose that the “swords” are merely decorative bits because they all have this little extra... thing near the bottom. Random thought. Neat weird giant pillars marking a maybe-prison, sounds like a good time.

Haaaaaaa nothing foreboding about this at all. Let’s go inside.

Looking up at the single window ...Okay at this point I was kind of. Mildly uncomfortable. I hadn’t looked around that much during my play through. This isn’t a prison, it’s a fucking tomb. I only realized later that I might have been able to see the moon through it if I’d waited a little longer. ...Which bothers me, so I may have to go back at some point to see if that’s the case.

W-welcome to my c-crib.

Then I left.

Well, I wandered around aimlessly for a little bit longer. Then accidentally slid into the ocean and got stuck in the endless floating thing, so that was that. Those open ocean mechanics are really interesting, by the way. ...I don’t have the proper technical language to explain how, but the overall wave/current physics was fun to watch while I waited to get anywhere.

#yammering #Big Gay Road Trip-related

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spinneryesteryear · 5 years ago

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Spinner plays FFXIV Heavensward

SPOILERS AHOY

- I made sure to unlock and lvl DRG before starting HW because reasons

- I… don’t really understand why people love Foulques so much? I can only presume it’s because they find him attractive

- at first I wondered why the lancers’ guild quests emphasized courage so much, but once you realize lancer upgrades to dragoon it all makes sense: they’re training the absolute maniacs who jump headfirst at DRAGONS; of course they’re going to emphasize courage

- the literal first thing I did as a dragoon after getting my soul crystal and the jump action was to launch myself into an AOE so clearly I’m playing my job right

- the drama between Alberic and Estinien was the only reason I made it through the 2.1 - 2.3 slog, tbh

- I picked up GLD/PLD somewhere in there, too, but the GLD quests weren’t exactly riveting and the PLD quests weren’t any better. I was just biding my time for DRK

- meanwhile I had hit like lvl 62 on WHM thanks to running lots of roulettes with Adventurer in Need: Healer so I’d switch to that while wandering through a lot of the HW regions so the mobs wouldn’t attack me. I did the HW story on DRG but ran dungeons as WHM the first time bc it’s my comfort role.

- I’m… still not sure exactly how to do the mechanics on the Steps of Faith. Whoops. Fortunately, all but once I was WHM when I got it in roulette and I could just heal/spam Holy. The exception was on DRG and I just kinda… derped around killing what adds I could.

- those cutscenes at the end of 2.5, though. Dude. Duuuuuuude.

- it did give us Pipin Tarupin, however, and he is Best Lala.

- So, like… what exactly did Ysayle expect would happen when she broke Ishguard’s magic wards and opened it to assault by hordes of dragons??She seems genuinely regretful of the innocent lives lost when spoken to in the MSQ later in HW proper, but when she actually did the deed she was channeling ‘deranged witch’ for all it was worth and talking about how the sons should pay for the sins of their fathers. Did this incident give her a rude awakening about the Dravanian desire for vengeance?? Idk, maybe further quests will explain this.

—– me: *just arrives in Ishgard*

—– me: *taking the grand tour of the city*

—– me: *notices mob near cathedral, inquires about it, learns about recent violent death of heretic*

—– me: *finds heretic corpse*

—– me: *derails grand tour of Ishgard by slaughtering my way through the streets and through various chapels, laughing maniacally as I enjoy the greater reach of my brand-new greatsword and spam Unleash*

—– me, standing amid the broken corpses of a few dozen temple knights: Count Fortemps is probably gonna regret letting me into this city.

- that one dude in Camp Cloudtop who’s entirely too obsessed with the menu deserves to be booted off his lookout platform. I’ll even rescue him via flying mount before he splatters on the ground (however far down the ground happens to be, idk), but I really want to kick him off at least once. He gave me far too many fetch quests and my inner Fray is disgruntled, to say the least.

- me, just trying to make my way across the map: WILL EVERYTHING IN COERTHAS STOP CHASING ME???

- other people think the gaelicats are too cute to kill them. I, however, just want to kill them all the more. I’d be perfectly content to leave the mobs alone and continue on my merry way, but, nooooooo, they have to attack me. So I respond in savage kind.

- me, doing sidequest chains and getting mildly attached to extremely minor characters: So, I kinda ship Ayleth and Saintrelmaux now…

- ever since I unlocked it, I get Dusk Vigil all the time in lvling roulette so I’m now an expert on ice age megafauna, undead knights, and murderous griffins of the non-Sloppeh type

- Ravana is my fave HW primal, hands down, and his theme is definitely among my fave primal music. I would say it’s my absolute fave (I have listened to it on repeat for hours at a time, but I’ve done that with other music, so it’s not conclusive evidence) but it has stiff competition in the form of the Ultima theme, Leviathan’s theme, and the Knights of the Round theme.

- going on a life-changing field trip with Alphinaud, Estinien, and Ysayle was amazing. All we needed was Zuko.

- far too many side quests in Tailfeather. Far too many. And that one quest chain ended up with the poor dude’s pet baby chocobo as chicken tenders? If I didn’t hate chickens so much IRL that would have been super painful.

- the moogle quests required to progress the MSQ weren’t that bad. The sheer amount of moogle sidequests needed to unlock flying for that zone and their beast tribe quests, however…. well, I’m completely on board now with any plans Sidurgu might have for utter moogle genocide.

- lol, the moogles were about to give us more chores to do but Estinien’s sheer murderous rage panicked their chieftain into sending us on our way. I love him. (Estinien, that is. Not the moogles. I love to hate them.)

- Estinien is just… I love him so much. It’s more than his armor. It’s more than his jumps. It’s more than his sass and swearing. No stereotypical elf qualities to be found here, folks. Honestly, he could give some elves from The Silmarillion a run for their money, with even his own equivalent of Angband PTSD post-Nidhogg. I also immensely love that he’s a character on a power level similar to the WoL. (I don’t actually enjoy the main character being the most powerful person in the world, without equal. I like someone else being better in at least some ways and that being okay.) Heck, when possessed by Nidhogg he’s the final boss of the expansion + patches. And he lives. (Which is in itself a pretty powerful moment and Alphinaud and the WoL’s desire to save him lifts the whole plot point/theme into something more sublime. It would have been easy to kill him regretfully, both from a Watsonian and a Doylist perspective. The devs had no problems throwing painful deaths at us in this expansion. But we took the harder route. And it was worth it.)

- low-key painful Heavensward moments (bc heavens know there’s enough high-key painful moments): Alberic is extremely worried about his adopted son, whom he last saw nearly possessed by a dragon’s millennium’s worth of hate and rage, and who then vanished in an explosion, but he can’t do anything about it so instead he helps another retired dragoon worry about his own missing daughter

- ngl there was some red herring foreshadowing that the primal Archbishop Thordan planned to summon was actually Halone, the Fury, Goddess of Justice and Patroness of Ishgard. Which would have been badass. But I’m pretty sure Square Enix is going the Dragon Age route of never confirming/denying the presence of the Maker with their Twelve, Halone included, so I deemed it unlikely even as I secretly hoped. A lot of players probably missed these fake hints and would wonder what I’m even talking about.

- I couldn’t even get mad about all the bad things that happened during the Vault because the characters were juggling Idiot Balls. (1) Aymeric thought his father, who has been consorting with Ascians and plans to summon a primal, could be reasoned with. (2) Aymeric went alone to go reason with him and was correspondingly captured and tortured. (3) We fought three of the twelve Heaven’s Ward in the Vault itself and NO ONE APPARENTLY QUESTIONED WHERE THE OTHER NINE WERE. Plus, said three have clearly already been tempered and are feeding off primal energy for their second forms, even if the mechanics are unknown. Those without the Echo should have promptly skedaddled after rescuing Aymeric. (4) After a dungeon full of ambush mobs, no one thought to secure the little airship landing behind the Vault before arguing with Archbishop Thordan. In Ishgard, city of verticality with its gravity-defying dragoons, personal airplanes, and millennium-long war against flying dragons. Everyone involved should have thought to check the nearby roofs for hostiles. Am I seriously the only person who has ever thought tactically about this situation??? (5) The WoL and Haurchefant rush forward to delay the Archbishop, again without considering the whereabouts of the rest of his presumably also tempered bodyguards or whether any hostiles remain in the building behind us. And so events happened as they did.

- Regula van Hydrus has a cool name and a cool silhouette with that helmet. Better than Varis, anyway.

- the Vundu are probably my fave HW beast tribe. The moogles are the crafting tribe so Imma do them anyway (and have fun tricking them into doing work) but I’m actually looking forward to the Vundu. I’m just benevolently apathetic towards the Gnath.

- I just, like… did not care about Azys Lla in the slightest. It was more Allagan BS and I hated the map. (I still don’t have it fully explored??? What am I doing??) The ‘terms and conditions’ bit with the node was amusing, but… the entire place got old almost immediately. Finding Tiamat and talking to her with Midgardsormr was the only high point.

- why isn’t there an option to have Hrasevelgr come and talk to Tiamat to persuade her to abandon her self-chosen imprisonment??? Or to have Estinien later come and talk to her to possibly give her Nidhogg’s perspective? Bc I think Nidhogg would have some insight into her situation, definitely. She summoned elder primal Bahamut out of grief at his loss, while Nidhogg launched a millennium-long war out of grief at Ratatoskr’s loss, and now they’ve both abandoned their vengeance.

- ARF TILL YOU BARF

- idk, man, the Aetherochemical Research Facility is such a weird conglomerate of things for a dugneon. Firstly, you got Allagan tech and machines. Then you got mutant creatures the Allagans made (bc, if it was mad science, then the Allagans were all over it). Then you got Ascians, evil ghosty dudes who laugh evilly and throw standard Evil Ascian Attacks at you before doing the fusion dance from Dragonball Z and becoming a Giant Evil Ascian. Igeyhorm has a feminine voice but is she(?) actually female or is she just presumably possessing a female body? Do Ascians have gender or do they even care about such things? (I am very much Not Thinking about Solus/Emet-Selch reproducing here.)

- Archbishop Thordan reveals the millennium-old, perfectly preserved corpse of Haldrath, the original Thordan’s dragoon son, with NIDHOGG’S OTHER EYE FUSED INTO THE CORPSE’S CHEST, and, like, no one really comments on it in- or out-of-universe???? What happened??? Haldrath gave up the throne, apparently because he wasn’t 100% on board with his dad’s treachery against Ratatoskr and consequent decision to kill all dragons to maintain power. Dragoons were apparently already a thing at this point (HC: to combat the voidsent infesting Abalathia’s Spine and the mountains between Coerthas and Gridania, e.g. Witches’ Drop), so what happened to Haldrath? Is this explained somewhere and I missed it??? Did Nidhogg hijack his mind? Estinien had Nidhogg’s eyes (both of them, incidentally, which Haldrath didn’t have to deal with) fused to his arm & shoulder but Haldrath had an eye fused to his chest. To his HEART. What happened.

- And then Archbishop Thordan somehow turns Haldrath’s corpse + armor + Nidhogg’s eye into a sword, the primal version of presumably Ascalon, King Thordan’s sword, somehow designing it to eat primal/Ascian aether. And then he kills Lahabrea, which, no great loss there. But it leaves my questions unanswered.

- Thordan + Knights of the Round is such a cool trial, I love it to death and not because it’s easy. It could be as hard as Nidhogg Normal and I’d still love it. I wish I had a static with whom I could do Thordan Ex and other more complicated content.

- finishing that fight and the cutscenes after, however… man, I didn’t know how to feel. I was screaming internally and torn in at least three different directions. Couldn’t get through the patch content fast enough to fight Nidhogg.

- had to fight Raubahn as DRG to represent my decimated Knights Dragoon brethren and my missing possessed dragoon brother and restore their honor. I’m also 100% convinced Raubahn learned of Ifrit’s nail trick and decided, “I can totally do that with Tizona.”

- has Aymeric ever done a dragoon jump? No? Then he’s not a real Azure Dragoon even if he has a nice color scheme and has ridden a dragon. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if he can do a dragoon jump (he’s survived years as Estinien’s friend somehow, and I can’t help but imagine he’s dragged Estinien off more than one rooftop), but until he does it I’m not budging on this.

- Aymeric getting stabbed by a rando with a pocketknife and nearly dying was (1) surprisingly realistic and (2) made him look wimpy next to all the punishment so many of the other characters take without dying. Sorry, man. It had to be said. I love you, Aymeric, but still.

- standing there on the Final Steps of Faith, on the broken bridge to the Gate of Judgment, staring down Nidhogg while that beautiful music plays (TELL ME WHY BREAK TRUST, WHY TURN THE PAST TO DUST) and waiting for the queue to pop… that was a powerful emotion unlike any other. Stormblood couldn’t match it.

- Nidhogg is such a fun fight because it’s still hard and I hate that I don’t get it in trial roulette more often. (Trial roulette is my favorite, actually. I love almost all trials - with the notable exception of the Chrysalis bc everyone runs around like chickens with their heads cut off on it and rages in chat, and with the possible exception of non-Final Steps of Faith.) Akh Morn is still a killer, I sometimes just want to watch bodies hit the floor, and Final Chorus is such a badass moment even as we’re all dodging for our puny lives. We’re fighting Bahamut’s brother.

- Estinien takes advantage of Nidhogg’s temporary aether depletion to regain enough control over his body to try to kill himself before being used to wreak any more havoc. Estinien survived weeks, possibly months of possession via ancient angry dragon, and having two giant dragon eyeballs embedded in his body and feeding him enormous amounts of foreign aether. Estinien survived his body being aetherically remade into the shape of an enormous dragon and then into a giant dragon-man hybrid. Estinien survived the Warrior of Light. IMHO he doesn’t get enough credit for this.

- do u ever wonder about Hraesvelgr and Estinien later meeting and Hraesvelgr identifying the spirit of his brother lingering within Estinien? Bc I think a lot of us have headcanon’d that Estinien is not as free of Nidhogg as one might think, what with his red fiery aura in SB and all. On the other hand… some of us further theorize that Estinien can’t be tempered now, so he could help us fight primals. It’d be awesome.

#Spinner plays FFXIV

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forgiven-whimsy · 5 years ago

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hey, i saw your fic on ao3 with your character meeting aymeric! can you go more in depth about the whole 'au ra can't handle the cold' idea? I think it's really fun. does it apply to xaela too you think, or more for raen? (the steppe seems like it would have harsh winters, but then again xaela could easily just be culturally prepared for that rather than physically)

Thank you so much for reading my little fic, I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for the question!!

I’m going to put this under a cut cause it got long. >.>

This HC has been sitting in my head (lol head cannon) ever since Au Ra were introduced as a playable race back in Heavensward. While the lore officially says they’re more closely related to Voidsent then Dragons, the scales alone led me down to thinking that they may share some reptilian features. While I believe they are mammalian in race (bear live children, breastfeed, are warm blooded ect ect) I was curious what biological function their scales might play in their physiology.

So I spent waaay too much time on google reading up on Reptiles in cold weather climes, I’m Canadian, and I knew that northern reptiles hibernate, but I also know that we have a really low reptile diversity, and that’s in part due to the climate, reptiles don’t like that cold! What northern reptiles will do is burrow under water, and their metabolism slows right down which allows them not to freeze to death. (A turtles heart beat will beat once per 10 minutes, and they can hold their breath for 5 months, absorbing oxygen in the mud through their skin!! There, that’s a thing you know now.)

Applying that to Au Ra, I thought wouldn’t it be neat if their scales helped with temperature regulation, in a way that worked in tandem with their heart and non-scaled skin? Making them more sensitive to extreme cold, but more resilient then a snake or lizard. It was the Azim Steppe that actually solidified this HC, considering the amount of caves dotted around the steppe and that they are nomadic, I imagine tribes going underground during the winter months, to better insulate themselves and keep warm (except the dawn throne tribes since they have a solid permanent settlement that acts like the caves do.) Sati-no-Sato being underwater also helped this little HC along, perhaps when they fled their original settlement they found wintering on land to hard, so they went underwater like turtles and garter snakes might, and then...just decided to stay there.

So I imagined what Coerthas might be like for an Au Ra OC, they would feel that cold far more harshly then other non-scaled races. And the result would be a higher risk of hypothermia, their metabolism slowing right down as their system compensated to losing one half of their temperature regulation, making them sluggish, they would tire more easily, their movements would slow, and they would struggle with prolonged physical activity in the cold if not properly covered and prepared. I chose to demonstrate this with Shiloh in how she had trouble holding her staff, getting off her Chocobo, and standing, her metabolism was slowing down, affecting her dexterity. Prolonged fighting in the cold for an Au Ra could potentially prove fatal. Ultimately my head cannon does apply to both Auri Phenotypes (Raen and Xaela) The different color of scales doesn’t negate how the scales act biologically. I would agree that the Steppe Xaela have adapted culturally to this particular weakness, and used their natural environment to their advantage, in part helping shape their nomadic lifestyles (ie wintering in caves), on top of being hunters and following Dzo heards or whatever other prey they might follow. They also, as demonstrated in game, have a variety of clothing that either covers them up in long fur lined coats, or leaves them very exposed (think the Buduga and Dotharl) Good example of either warm weather gear that exposes more of their scales to the sun, or cold weather gear that helps keep them warm.

The only example of a Raen tribe we have is Sati-no-seto, and while I know the Shisui gear was probably meant as fan service, we could also look at it as clothing for a warm weather au ra tribe, with scales exposed to absorb sunlight.lol, anyways, that’s an essay, it’s just my head cannon, and the rules I impose on myself and my Oc’s. I love talking about this stuff, (obviously) if you or anyone else has questions about my OC’s or head cannons, I’m happy to talk your ear off! ^.^

#ffxiv #head cannon #au ra #raen #xaela #meta #khouray

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puzzled-barista · 8 years ago

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The difference will be puzzling : Intro.

Okay, so I don’t use this tumblr very much, but I do like to write and document certain things because it’s always fun to keep track of things and look back to them to see where you’ve gotten. I’m going to be using this a space to keep track of ideas, progression, and achievements (both reached and planned) that I have for one of my favorite games Puzzles and Dragons.

So what is Puzzle and dragons?

it’s a Japanese mobile game that’s been popular both here and japan for the past 5 years. I’ve been playing it for not that long (maybe like 3, collectively), but it has always been a game I return to. It’s a game I enjoy very much, combining collecting, progression, and excellent artwork.

So where am I at on this?

So far, I’m here:

My box is... A bit of a mess. It’s good and terrible at the same time, at least that’s how I feel when I look at it. Obviously, the strongest part of the box are my red cards. I have a pretty functional Awoken Krishna team that has cleared a lot of content for me, and I’m sure can continue to do so. Having the cards that I do, I can pretty much take any dungeon on with some minor modifications to the team in order to get through certain areas and floors of a dungeon I might have trouble with. Standard team I use (which was just on there at the time It took this screenshot) looks like this.

I think this team in itself is pretty strong just for the fact that I have Two Yamato (one being new years). I use to see Optimal Krishna teams run two Yamato anyway, So when I pulled the new years one, I figured it would make a nice substitute, being almost the something while also providing a boost when playing in co-op mode ( which I do not do much of). Shiva is there to add more health and damage to the team, and breaking any kind of high defenses I run into, along with having really good awakenings, but really his slot on this team is meant to be switched to what ever I need at the time. If I take anything out of the team first, it would be him first. Lastly, I have Sanada, because he’s amazing Krishna sub, providing fire and heart to he board just like yamato, and getting rid of the most useless orbs in the game: Blue. - I’ll explain that bit later.

Anyway, as much utility I can crank out of my fire box, a lot of the things I have in there are not developed well enough to take them into higher end game content. I have Tsubaki, and the wrong evolution of Cao Cao now, so I need to work on those to make them a little more applicable to what I need. Set is useless, but I’ve got a sweet spot for that card for some reason, providing a crazy amount of health, and being one hell of a tank, but after hearing he was getting another evolution, I was pretty happy I kept him. Uriel was obtained at the poor execution of trying to construct Xiang Mei team (oh god, that was a horrible idea.) but with krishna being good, at least I get some good uses. Suzaku is a must have card that should be maxed, and I have no idea how to go about her. I see the value, but nothing too demanding, so I tell myself I’ll get to her, but then I never do.

So blue. I’d show you my blue team, but I don’t have any, because I think blue is a terrible color in any game and I refuse to play it. The only thing that will change my mind and investment into that side of my box is if Karin becomes a crazy good lead specifically With Skuld, Sun Quan, And Isis, and that just sounds god awful already, so lets just stop talking about it and move on to my next best color: Green.

Do you count it as green if it’s more rainbow-style?

This is the team I am currently using to clear all the content that’s thrown at me. Yes I know, I am missing Kaede, BUT I HAVE RAGDRAGON AND ROZUEL , HOW CAN I NOT PLAY THIS TEAM, IT’S LIKE HELLA FUCKING GOOD AND SO GO DAMN STRONG.

Enough with the yelling, How am I dealing with this? well instead of bringing Kaede (which I swear I had and probably just sold to try and get some MP or what ever) I turn those slots into something that can used for utility. Is it more system-ey that works for a Heart-Cross rainbow team? No, but Ronove’s active is so short that with maybe a little more patience, a little more control ( and a shit ton of luck) you can get by with enough tankines and damage to get you through almost anything. RagDrag offers A full rainbow board change and Rozuel offers more consistency to obtain hearts in a lesser used color like Light. Yes, Ra is a light, but He gives me another second of orb movement, unbind-able, Protection from Blind attacks, and servers a nearly identical purpose to shield smashing. Even if I don’t get the kill with the 77777 Damage, the extra orb extension from his active allows me get those high damage numbers. What’s my further plans with this team? Well, I was going to try and get a second RagDrag to make up for not having Kaede as I’ve seen teams sort of get by on that. Wont be good for maybe challenge one shot runs, or maybe even arena runs because Sophidet is a bitch that shouldn’t exist, but other than those, team will get me through pretty much everything. With the addition of skill inheritance extending to some Decent monsters (most notably Scarlet, Gainaut and Linthia) this will allow a much wider pool of subs, while still having access to really good actives that could provide optimal bored for Ronove. Will he still be Relevant by then? Probably not, but look at this dude, how can you not play him?

As mentioned, Gainaut, Scarlet are still good subs for Ronove. I want to make a farm-able team with those two monsters having a constant rainbow board accessible to me.

Edit: It was in between me writing this entry and the last godfest that just happened on the 28th of febuary thAT I PULLED A GOD DAMN KAEDE.

As you can tell by the use of gifs, I’m pretty excited about this. This makes my Ronove team nearly relevant with the Inclusion of Visnhua. I didn’t notice until today, but I invested so much into this team that really, it’s probably my strongest team I have currently available to me. Obviously Krishna might be used still for longer and more sustainable clears, but having the way the team is now (Ronove / Ragdrag / Vishnu / Keade / Rozuel Ronove) Can clear me through most things. Granted, I’m still not to great at heart-cross teams, but at one point I also thought that it would be impossible to learn how to play a rainbow team at all without stacking. Here’s being hopeful that I’ll stop sucking the more I play on with this play-style.

So what’s the new direction? continue to hyper max every member of it. Ronove is done, Ragdrag and Vishnu are a skill up or two away, and Kaede is already 297′ed, but still requires her full trail of skill ups to really get some amazing value out of her. Poor Rozuel, having the least amount of attention, but that all goes back to my red box just being under developed in itself. Since she’s the last to be 297′ed I’ll make it more apparent in the coming weeks to give him more to contribute more to the team. Her active is really just there to fix awkward situations which doesn’t seem to happen very often, but is always better to have a solution then stall out of a problem.

Alright enough fan-girling about green, let’s move on to my other colors: Black and White.

Why together? because I want to post this already and I don’t have much things to say about this part of my box anyway.

Both parts of the box have just been there to fill space for any other teams I’ve had for the past few years. Ra filled in for Kaede, Chocobo fills in for D.Kali, Batman fills in for Echidna, yada yada yada, what ever. Neither Color really has any focus much like the blue part of my box, but I do have intrest and plans for them.

I got really good at stacking, so maybe Ra might come up and become another contender for a light based rainbow lead, but if I ever get to that point, why am I not just playing Myr, or Ra-Dragon? Because I’ll probably be too lazy and just make with what I have. Go figure. Ilm has also been an interesting choice to look at, along with Metatron because of her new ultimate coming (or is that dmeta?). Kirin as well has a lot of uses, along with Saria. Most of my light cards are good, but no lead or any other good subs to really take advanage of any of them. hopefully in the future, that might be able to change.

I personally told myself I would build teams in dark, but never really get around to them. I had the amazing luck of pulling sepheroth and is still considered a good lead in the game, but the lack of subs that were so specific to his team are the things I lack in order to properly use him. I have a Yomi I should definitively start investing in to, but other than that, i really didn’t see any kind of value rising up from this end of my box until I heard of D.Athena.

Now when she first was announced, I didn’t care cause I already knew that my dark end of the box was terrible. Why should I care about a monster I can’t even play? I decided to just move to Ronove and just invest my time into getting Ragdrag not really worrying about this card until recently. I neve really looked at the teams that were used, and I never really wanted to until I posted my box in a group and was told that I should probably start hitting that Dark end of the box to get ready for D.Athena. Haku? check. Persephone? Check. Durga? Check. grida? Check. is it the perfect team? Absolutely not. IS IT a team though? . Well with a broken card like D.athena, it might as well be. So the 390k mp revent is happening soon, so most of those investment is going to go into making this team a little more relevant.

Ideally I want to have a team for every color because well... why not? It’s a game, i don’t need a real life purpose for doing any of this, I simply want to, and without that, why would I even be playing this game? I’ve got some strong teams and leads already, that much I’m aware of, but with no goals I’ll stop playing and there won’t be any reason for me to do this. So what does this mean for this blog?

In term, I’ll have updates on events or certain things that might be valuable to document through the course of my game to just get a fun idea of where i’m going. Doing this will be fun to look back to where I cam from, and see how far I’ve gotten. Maybe one day I’ll look back at this and laugh at the idea that I tried to “replace” Kaede in some way or form. Let’s face it, It’s sad right now, but it’s going to be a pretty funny joke in the future.

If you read this far, holy shit, that’s crazy cause I didn’t even want to write this much. what was suppose to be a quick intro turned into an essay. Is that bad? well probably, but oh well, it’s done already. Hopefully i’ll be checking back on this to really get more out of what I want out of this game.

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