#hbdardyn

[noctglaive]

Just something very quick and very silly to convey the grip this man still has on me, even years later. 💀 Happy birthday to His Majesty 👑

[ipromptography]

IT’S HIS DAY 🎂🥳🎉

[happy-orc]

Even if others forget your name...  I will always remember. Happy birthday Ardyn! I tried something a little differentfrom how I usually do things, I think I like it! I am sad that I ran out of time with the background through. I was too busy futzing with the flowers.

Included the wips - you can see that the colours were all sorts of wrong the first time around, so I went back and just went full ham. Now it's nice and colourful and not extra gray anymore

[blockmind]

4/30 - The happiest of birthdays to Prince Ardyn Lucis Caelum!

[krisssssssy]

Bonus pigeon for the birthday trash man

[maetel-cho]

[chibi-jing]

Dark Times

Happy Birthday Ardyn...

[egelskop]

[blackwraithtea]

For him. The man of no consequence.

[seradyn]

What to Get A King

Happy birthday Ardyn

Reader tries to prepare the perfect gift for Ardyn, but he has his own plans.

TW: none

Word Count: 1690

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Finding gifts for Ardyn was always a challenge. He was quite adamant that your presence was enough of a gift, but you found that unfair, considering how often he liked to spoil you. When you pointed this out to him, he only got smug, pleased you were aware of his schemes, and that you knew you could do nothing about them.

Now that Ardyn had taken his rightful place on the throne, it was even harder for you to find things he may like. You knew of his taste for wine, his skill at chess, but his cellars were full, and there were only so many times you could give him chess pieces before it lost its charm.

Worse yet, Ardyn wasn’t overly fond of his own birthday, to put it simply. He only saw it as a reminder of how truly old he was, how he belonged to a different time. He needn’t be reminded of how unnaturally long he’d been alive.

But to you, it was so much more. It was a chance to celebrate his presence in your life, another year you got to share with him. Every moment with him was a gift; you were simply returning the favor.

It was for this reason you’d spent the day fussing over your shared room, preparing it for when it was time for Ardyn to open his ‘present’. Rose petals upon the bed, scented candles about the room, his favorite set of lingerie waiting for you to wear. You were going to spoil this man; he deserved it after all he’d done. Any excuse to do so was a good one, in your eyes.

Ardyn spent most of his time perched on his throne, which gave you ample time to make everything perfect. The last thing you needed to do was fetch him.

The halls of the citadel were vast and ornately decorated, but after years of living in them, they weren’t as impressive anymore. Your footsteps echoed like beacons in the deserted corridors. You knew the way to the throne room by heart, and you were there before too long. The large doors announced you as they were pushed inward, entering the presence of your King.

Ardyn sat slumped in his seat, his hat falling in front of his eyes, cheek resting on a closed fist. Above him was the Crystal, and the broken bodies of some of his victims. They hung from the rafters by chains, gently swaying from the draft created by the wall that had been blown outward. They were symbols of his power, of what he was, and you thought they suited him.

Even from a distance, you saw his lips curl upward at your entrance; he knew it was you. You quickly ascended the stairs, smiling brightly as you finally came before him.

“Your Majesty,” you cooed in greeting, your hands clasped behind your back. It was only then that he finally looked up at you, amber eyes full of adoration.

“My Queen,” he said just as softly, reaching for you with the hand he’d been leaning on. You obediently placed yours in his open palm, giggling as he pulled you forward to pepper stubbly kisses on the back of your fingers. “What has brought you before me today?”

“A little birdie told me you need some pampering,” you said with a smirk. You felt some pride in how perfectly you prepared everything, and you couldn’t wait for him to see it. “There’s something special waiting for you in our room.”

“Oh?” Ardyn looked at you inquisitively. “And might I ask what exactly brought this on?”

“You, my King,” you purred. “His Majesty has given me so much, I wanted to show my gratitude.”

He seemed to consider that, though his gaze grew suspicious. “This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with what day it is today, would it?”

You stared at him dumbly for a moment, before you regained your composure. No! He couldn’t know already! “Certainly not!” You said, feigning offense. “I only wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Is that so?” His hold on your wrist tightened in warning. “Because I remember specifically asking you not to do anything special for me today.”

“Hmm,” you snatched your hand away, turning your back to him. You’d hoped he may have forgotten about his birthday, so you could get away with this, but his hatred for it kept it from escaping his mind.

Unfortunate, and frustrating to no end, but you could still make it work.

“I can’t recall a conversation like that,” you teased, trying to get back at him for ruining your plans. This you knew would provoke him.

You smiled as you heard Ardyn rise, his shadow looming behind you. Soon, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his broad, muscular frame. His breath fanned across your neck as he hovered close to your ear, waves of heat sent burning down to your core when he nibbled the edge of it. Every place your bodies touched sparked with mutual want.

“Darling,” he husked in a low, seductive purr. “You know how I detest liars.”

You hummed again, turning to nuzzle his nose with your own, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“How dreadful,” you matched his tone, goading him even further. “It seems you’ll just have to punish me.”

Before he could react, you twirled out of his grip, bolting down the stairs and heading for the door. You’d intended for the evening to end with romantic, passionate lovemaking, but you knew Ardyn loved a good chase even more. His domination was something you both found arousing, and if he was willing to play ball, you were more than happy to indulge him. The thought of him finally catching you, pinning your hands to a wall, or the headboard of your shared bed, tieing them up with one of his many scarves as he made you his. Marked you for all the world to see that you belonged to him…your panties were already growing soiled at the thought.

Alas, as soon as your foot left the last step, eyes locked on the door, you saw a flash of black smoke and magenta in your periphery. With a sound like shattering glass, Ardyn appeared directly in your path, making you run headfirst into his chest. A light ‘oof’ came from you as his arms caged you against him once more.

You scowled at him, seeing the triumphant smirk on his face, prominent even while you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“Cheater,” you pouted. He only chuckled at that, leaning down to suck a bruise into your neck; one of many punishments you were sure to come for your dishonesty. Still, you tangled your fingers in his hair, lifting your chin to make it easier for him. He rewarded you by lapping at the bruise with his tongue, easing the soreness that was developing.

“All’s fair in love and war, my dear,” he murmured into your skin. You scoffed, titling your head as he kissed a path up the column of your neck, his stubble tickling you. It was enough to distract you from his roaming hands, which kept you trapped while they explored your body.

“A-Ardyn!” You squeaked when one of them descended dangerously close to your aching womanhood, squeezing your thighs and ass possessively. “I made the bed all nice for us!”

“Oh I’m sure you did,” he said, leaning back to look at you, already blushing and needy for him. “That preparation shall not go to waste…”

Abruptly, he let go, taking a step back from you. He grinned at the disappointment on your face; you’d earned it.

“…But first. Since you insist on disobeying me, there is one thing I desire above all else.”

You blinked at him, surprised by his sudden change of heart. He was going to tell you what he wanted?

What he did next caught you more off guard than you could’ve imagined.

Slowly, he came down to a kneel, looking up at you with a smile that lacked his usual smugness. This one was genuine, love filled.

Your eyes widened, a silent gasp parting your lips…No…Surely he wasn’t…

Ardyn said your name quietly, in gentle reverence. “You have soldiered through the darkness with me for decades. You have shared with me the light I thought long lost, despite what I’ve done to not deserve it. I wish to be one with you, in the eyes of all beings. For what is a King without his Queen?”

You…didn’t know what to say, as he looked at you lovingly. It felt like your breath had been stolen away. You were crying, you realized. Tears, happy tears, were rolling down your cheeks, your heart soaring into the clouds.

He was really going to…

Ardyn reached inside his coat, pulling out a small box. Opening it, he revealed a gorgeous ring, decorated in more jewels than you could name.

“My dear…might we rule this land as one…as husband and wife?”

The words were barely out of his mouth before you leapt towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a crushing embrace, the word ‘yes’ falling from your lips again and again. This was all you’d ever dreamed of; being with Ardyn for the rest of your days. You’d given up on the idea of Ardyn ever proposing though, or ever getting a wedding, and you’d made peace with that. Being with your beloved was more important, of course. But the fact he’d gone out of his way to do something so unmistakably sweet, something he knew you wanted, it made your heart pump elation into your veins with every beat.

You could feel Ardyn smirking into your shoulder, his free hand rubbing comforting circles into your back. He’d undoubtedly one upped you, on his own birthday.

“Come, my love,” he said, standing with you still in his arms. “Let us make use of the bed you went to such lengths to prepare.”

With that, he led you from the room, prematurely consummating your marriage.

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Happy birthday to our dearest King.

[coofercoffee]

Happy birthday to THE king.

Love you old man 🩷

[noctglaive]

Time to relax. 🌿🏺 (nsfw)

[obinya]

Reposting my Ardyn stuff for his birthday.

Here’s most of the Ardyn stuff I have dating back a year+ to the present.

To Die or Not to Die Complete

Did Ardyn see his immortality as a curse?

Did he desire death?

My answer is No. I provide interpretations of his lines and developer interviews. I conclude with my thoughts on Ardyn’s misunderstanding of the Light and Truth (referenced in Magna Insomnia). Perspectives on the Truth (of the True King) include: “You are not alone” , “The Reality of Death-Life”, and “ You are Empty”.

Complete refers to the added page on the Kimya/Ardyn allusion.

I have since had more thoughts on Ardyn’s use of “mottainai”, the “waste” is the lost potential due to Ardyn’s rejection. It’s worse!

Ardyn is Not Saved (Part 1)

The title refers to Terada’s vision of EPA. I have many thoughts about Episode Ardyn and Dawn of the Future. On one hand they are incongruent with Final Fantasy XV, on the other they underline the thrusts of the main story.

Dawn of the Future is not Revelatory, it is Illusory.

This piece covers some observations on the imagery in EPA that work as visual foils with FF15 proper, contrasting Ardyn with Noctis, underlying his villainy— his radical evil. For whatever reason this is ignored.

I conclude again with my thoughts on the Truth of the True King, with an excerpt from Religion and Nothingness (What is Religion?) by Keiji Nishitani. Absolute vs Relative Nothingness::Noctis vs Ardyn.

I’ve since tried working through Kitaro Nishida’s work. The field of bonds, I guess, is like the field of Absolute Nothingness in that contradictory identities are unified there… as is Reality. Removing the contradiction by saying the two are only one or the one are actually two stops short of Reality. The contradiction of many are one and one are many has to remain. I think the image for this is the Night Sky. Nishitani wrote about Overcoming Nihilism by going through it, I visualize Ardyn as stuck in the darkness of the night sky. Like each star is now the one light, one oppressive light, the predicate of King is cruel and cunning and no different from Bahamut - despite the choices of each star... ? Idk. It’s complicated.

But not as complicated as how Dawn of the Future contradicts established FF15 plot while seemingly contradicting FF15 story and themes until you snap out of it— Oracles speak to Messengers not the Crystal given to Lucis. They speak to exchange the Wills of mankind and the Six, necessitating 1.) the existence of both and 2.) a unity. FF15 is the story of the True King not a Prisoner of Fate.

Ardyn Lucis Charlie Complete in 8 Tweets

Commentary of my old Ardyn music video using Charlie Big Potatoes by Skunk Anansie with a bit of Nishida’s Inquiry into the Good and some of my NN Unitary Theory.

Basically, Ardyn’s a hedonist. That’s not good enough.

I still missed actually doing a play-by-play of the scene and shot choice… but I did include a mapping of Axis Memorae! The twitter version has an alternate Turks ending… maybe I’ll upload to YouTube someday…

I see EPA as a 4th wall breaking troll by Ardyn… a bored dream where he tells us what we want to hear… which isn’t what he already told us.

[krisssssssy]

Happy birthday you smug bastard

[maetel-cho]

[chibi-jing]

Have a nice and peaceful birthday dear Ardyn, you deserve it!