#i just like making and sending out crystal oracles for fun but it's nice to see that so many people end up getting ones that are meaningful

[shopwitchvamp]

I got my agony maxi and the bonus crystal today! It nearly made me cry... you sent me amazonite, for hope and balance. I had a rough penultimate Masters degree semester that finished yesterday, so for this last one I'm gonna need all the hope and balance I can get. Thanks!!

Aww, well I'm glad it was so perfect! Best of luck in your final semester!!

[pricemarshfield]

moments like these

A Figayda angst/hurt/comfort fic. Requested by @sapphic-tuesday even though they only requested it because I love Figayda. (ily bestie) Read on AO3 here.

Prompt: Figayda, angst, hurt/comfort, “You don’t need to stay.” “I don’t need to. But I want to.”

The forest is dark and damp and the worst fucking place Fig has ever been, and she's running as fast as she can to get away from herself. She'd point out how it's way too on the nose if she had any breath left, but as it stands, it's all she can do to keep putting one foot in front of the other, slower and slower.

Eventually she has to just collapse into the nearest bush, hope somehow that's enough stealth even as the crack of the branches seems to echo out for miles and miles. There's a long, long beat, where she thinks, just for a second, that maybe she's done it. Maybe the other her isn't too perceptive, either.

She hears an oddly pitched laugh from right behind her ear, as though she isn't lying on the ground, and when did the branches tangle around her leg? Where'd her bass go? Why did none of her friends even seem to care that someone else took her place--

Fig wakes up with a start, sits up, hits her head against her ceiling which is, of course, the living room floor. Her horns scratch it a bit, but thankfully, her mom won't ever see it. Her crystal says it's 3 in the morning when she checks it, and fuck, she's gonna be stuck in here for awhile if she can't pass back out.

She could send a quick text to the Mordred group chat (the manorlings, despite Ragh vying for 'OWLBEAR HYPE HOUSE') and ask if anyone's up to let her out, but then there'll be questions about why she's up, so she just concentrates on mage hand until she nails the chord and the ceiling opens.

The house feels too empty with everyone asleep, too stifling when she can't make any noise, but there's not exactly anywhere else she can go. Her days of sneaking out in the middle of the night to go to concerts aren't nearly as fun now that she misses her friends the whole time. Also, now people recognize her for being one of Solace's biggest stars or whatever, and that's just kind of a hassle when she's not in the mood for attention.

The living room couch is an old, cracked leather thing, moved from Jawbone's apartment. It's not comfortable in any traditional sense, but there's a groove in it that fits her perfectly, and that's nice, in its own way. Sometimes she misses the couch in the old house. It got burned to hell in the attack on prom night, though, so. The whole house did, honestly; when she went home after everything, the window in her bedroom was shattered, glass all over her bed so that she had to pick up each piece, vacuum up what small pieces she couldn't see. She still woke up with a couple cuts on her legs that she didn't have before, but it was home, even if the posters and the pink wallpaper were both singed, even if the purple comforter she'd had since she was a kid didn't smell like it used to.

The old Faeth house never really felt like home after her horns, sure, but Mordred...

She does like it here. Loves it, when everyone's crowded around the table, Adaine arguing with Kristen about some minute difference in casting, Jawbone telling a wildly off-color story to a confused-but-interested Aelwyn, Sandra Lynn making sure Ayda has enough food on her plate while she blinks back fiery tears.

But it doesn't change the fact that she lived here for all of a day before spring break, and right now the hallways and secret passages and tall ceilings all feel ominous, not exciting anymore.

She turns on the light before her mage hand dissipates, scrolls through the games she has on her crystal. Most of them are things she's had on here back when she liked unicorns and glitter and all those girly things that she never got around to deleting.

It's something to do, at least.

The bright colors are nostalgic in just the wrong way, and she makes it through two minutes of matching pop rocks and cake slices before she's scrolling through the games again, on-edge for no goddamn reason.

"Fig?"

Part of her relaxes against the couch before she's even finished processing the voice as Ayda. "Hey! I didn't think you were staying here tonight."

"I wasn't," Ayda says, looking at her with an expression she can't read at all. She's in a deep blue chemise, like she'd been sleeping before she walked through the enchanted door into Mordred. "I--may I sit?"

"Yeah, of course," Fig says, patting the spot next to her. "Always, babe."

Ayda cries a little as she sits, and Fig wipes the tears away. The first time she tried, when she was a normal tiefling and didn't wear the title of Archdevil, it stung a little, like stepping into a too-warm bath. Now, it feels just like the hint of warmth against her hand, uniquely Ayda and not at all painful. (Which is also uniquely Ayda, to never freak Fig out even when she's in this shitty mood.)

"So," Ayda says. "I was in Leviathan, as I needed to--well, still need to, I've merely decided the task isn't as important--I'm getting sidetracked."

"Yeah," Fig says, and when Ayda stiffens, says, "Not bad! Not a bad thing! It's cute."

"Oh," Ayda says. "I--sorry," and bursts into tears again. Fig wipes them away, kisses her cheek just 'cause she can, kisses the other one because she can feel Ayda's face get even warmer.

"No worries," Fig says, too late, because she's not--this is still new to her. "So what's going on?"

"As you know, I am a divination wizard, though not an Oracle like Adaine, our best friend." Fig nods. "But sometimes my dreams have--not prophecies, but looks into the present, or even occasionally the past."

"Okay," Fig says. "Is there, like, a slumbering demon lord underneath Mordred?"

"No," Ayda says. "I asked a ranger I know in Leviathan to check before he left on a journey to Sylvaire. Unrelated to the Nightmare King. I checked, just to be sure, because I am sure none of us want to deal with that again."

"Mmhm," Fig says, willing herself to keep breathing slow and easy and not tense up like she wants to. It's just Ayda talking about preventing further Nightmare King stuff. The Nightmare King doesn't even exist anymore, they're Cassandra, they're cool. "So, uh, what'd you see in your dream?"

"You," Ayda says. "That isn't uncommon. I dream of you often. You're in more of my dreams than not. Is that strange? Should I not have said that?"

"Not strange," Fig says, sure her cheeks are red rather than pink. "Just--I'm flustered, okay, give me a second."

Ayda nods at her, not smiling but face relaxed in a way that suggests the same feeling. Fig grabs her hand just to ground herself, squeezes it once. There's a moment before Ayda squeezes it back, like she's thinking about whether it's the right thing to do.

"Totally normal," Fig says, just in case.

"Good," Ayda says with one long exhale. "I was worried."

"You know, it doesn't matter to me if what you do is 'normal'," Fig says. "I like you whether what you do is normal or not!"

Ayda nods. "I want to finish my thought, but after that I want to kiss you. That was the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

"You could kiss me and then finish the thought?"

"I would forget," Ayda says, like she doesn't remember everything, like Fig is enough to distract her. Fig can't quite meet her gaze, then, a smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. She squeezes her hand again. Ayda squeezes back immediately. "Um. I'm distracting myself. What was I talking about?"

"Your dream."

"Right. Thank you, Fig. I dreamed about you, and I think it may have been--it was as though I was standing at your bedside. I know it was a dream and not sleepwalking, because I can't actually stand in your room--it's too short and I don't want to set your house on fire. But you seemed upset, and while I don't know if that was real or a dream or not, I couldn't--I couldn't just sit in my room and Leviathan without checking."

"Oh," Fig says. "Um. I'm fine."

"Hm," Ayda says. "You know, you were the one who told me that if people say they're fine, it very rarely means they're fine. I don't understand the logic of it at all, but I trust your insight."

"It's stupid," Fig says, and then, in a twist, bursts into tears herself. "God. It's stupid, I don't even know why I'm upset? Like, it's literally nothing, nothing is going on, I'm just dumb--"

"You are not dumb," Ayda says, and Fig hates herself all the more for the panic she can hear in her voice. "You have taught me so much, and if it matters to you, then it's not stupid. Fig?"

"Yeah," Fig says, voice embarrassingly choked up. She clears her throat as best she can, which isn't very well, since she's still actively crying. "Yeah, I know."

"I don't know what you know," Ayda says. "But I know that when I cry, you wipe my tears away, and I'm going to do the same for you, unless you want to stop me, in which case I won't."

Fig doesn't move, lets Ayda wipe away her tears even though it makes her want to cry more, someone being nice to her right now. "Thanks."

"Any time," Ayda says with the weight of a promise and not at all like the platitude most people would mean. "Do you want to talk about it? It's okay if you don't. I often don't want to talk about the things I'm going through when I'm still going through them."

"I don't," Fig says, because the idea of explaining the nightmare and Mordred and her old house being destroyed and feeling so, so unmoored and stuck all at once makes her want to tear her own hair out. "I don't--you don't need to stay. I'll be okay. If I'm not--if I can't talk about it, you don't need to stay."

"I don't need to stay," Ayda says, carefully, and Fig grips her hand tighter without consciously meaning to. "But I'd like to. If I can."

"I meant it when I said always," Fig says, still not looking at Ayda because she can't.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah," Fig says. "I always want you to stay."

Jawbone walks into the room on his way into the kitchen, sees two teenagers holding hands and crying and slightly-burning his couch, and decides he can just get water from the bathroom instead of the kitchen. He's not one to interrupt a moment.

[loveforskekgra]

if you haven't answered these, 3, 5, 7, 24?

Ooh, I haven’t done any of these! Fun question choices anon, thank you for sending them in ☺️ so, let’s see....

3. Are you a big fan of any other of Jim Henson’s creations?

Yes!! TDC is obviously my absolute favourite, but I also adore labyrinth and I love love looove the muppets! (Especially Miss Piggy! Pigs are some of my favourite animals so naturally I love Miss Piggy. Fun fact- My sister’s childhood nickname for me was actually Miss Piggy because I snort when I laugh!)

5. Have you read any of the books or comics, and which is your fave? If not, which are the ones you want to read?

I’m currently working my way through the books, I’m still on the first one but I am very excited to get to Tides as I am already in love with SkekSa 😅😳 the only comics I have read so far are Creation Myths but I want to read all of them eventually! As for my favourite, does World of The Dark Crystal count?? I love love love Brian Froud’s art and the whole presentation of ‘The book of Aughra’ in it as if it’s a real discovered manuscript is just so fascinating to me. Makes the whole world of Thra feel so much more real to me and I’m all about that immersion

7. Do you have any ocs? If so, say a few words about them! If not, make one on the spot (the more ridiculous, the better)!

I do! I have a Skeksis/ Urru OC duo named SkekAh and UrLys, who are The Oracle (Ah) and The Visionary (Lys). I’ve not drawn SkekAh as of yet but both she and UrLys are, as their titles imply, gifted with visionary powers, with Ah using hers to manipulate, scam and lie to others and Lys being far too polite and nice to tell anybody anything other than the nice premonitions, to avoid hurting any feelings or scaring anyone.... which usually leads to her not saying very much about them at all. Poor darling would much rather be picking flowers or having a nap than be thinking about the visions of a horrific future playing out in her head.

24. Which Skeksis would you trust to look after your bag for five minutes?

Definitely not Chamberlain, that’s for sure. Probably only SkekGra to be honest, but I feel like even he’d be rifling around in there to see what I’ve got in it. At least UrGoh would be there to keep him from breaking or taking anything too important. I always have sweets/snacks/ gum/ etc in my bag so I imagine that’s what he’d go for first and I would share those with him and Goh anyways so he’s quite welcome to help himself to them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[platonicone]

Devotion -  Story of the Oracle and her Shield

Chapter 5 - A lost friend (ephelis)

Do you care for someone because of who they are? Or because of who you are? I wonder...

He turned around and noticed that both Umbra and Pryna were gone too.

“Guess it’s just you and me now,” he said, to sleeping Lunafreya.

He moved closer to her bedside and leaned on to get a closer look at the sleeping girl. “So, you are the legendary Oracle, huh? Did you hear what Gentiana said? Apparently, both Umbra and Pryna were in my world too.”

After pondering, he continued, “Gentiana didn’t say anything about you. I wonder if you were in my world as well. Did we know each other? You know, I am usually not good with people, but I am surprisingly comfortable with you. It’s as if we have known each other for a very long time. It’s either that or the medicine Dr. K gave me is making me high,” he said, allowing himself a small chuckle.

Talking to a girl in coma felt like a déjà vu. After a few quiet moments by her bedside, he sat down on the visitor’s chair. “I guess I’ll be sleeping in the chair tonight.”

He was not sleepy yet and there was nothing to do. To avoid boredom, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. He started flipping through some channels absentmindedly. He finally settled on a news channel. There was a one-hour special on the fall of Insomnia. The show covered a variety of topics such as the history of the Kingdom of Lucis, the Empire of Niflheim, Tenebrae, Accordo, the royal family and refugees.

Insomnia hosts Lucis's seat of power, the Citadel, that contains a large Crystal within its walls. The Crown City is a bustling metropolis stacked with skyscrapers. It is separated from the mainland by a bridge and is surrounded by water and tall ramparts. Insomnia is protected by a magical Wall projected from the Citadel by the monarch, and this is where the royal family lives. Citizens go about their daily lives under the protection of this impenetrable magical shield.

‘A magical barrier protecting its city from the rest of the world. Hmm, I am sure there was a city like that in my world.’ he wondered, as he continued watching the show.

Niflheim is technologically superior and more advanced than most nations of the world due to their knowledge of magitek. It has developed an army that doesn't need human soldiers, the magitek infantry, and is developing weapons to neutralize the magic of Lucian royalty. Niflheim deploys two types of soldiers (commonly from magitek engines): ones with glowing eyes, and others with their faces entirely covered. The glowing eyes type is the magitek infantry, humanoid machines powered by magitek cores. The imperial infantry appears to be human cyborgs. The terms "magitek infantry" and "imperial soldiers" are often used interchangeably, but the magitek types greatly outnumber the soldier types, having largely replaced them. Another type of magitek weapon the empire deploys is the magitek armor, usually large bipedal robots, but recently the empire has developed new forms, such as the monstrous Diamond Weapon to the wormlike Immortalis. The Empire has gained many territories under the watchful eyes of the Emperor Iedolas Aldercapt. Emperor Aldercapt is an ambitious leader who has practically conquered the entire Eos with his military might. Insomnia is the last frontier for the Emperor.

“An ambitious ruler obsessed with power. A militaristic nation which conquers everything in its path. This too, sounds familiar. Perhaps another memory from my old world?” he wondered aloud. His eyes were glued to the TV as he learned more details about this fascinating world.

War is such a terrible thing. So many lives lost, so many families separated, so much destruction, for what? To gain a new piece of land? For the right to be called most powerful? As the Oracle once said, ‘The only war worth fighting is the war within against your own greed, lust for power and ego. If only, we did that, this world would be a better place.’ Thank you for tuning in for this special program, this is your reporter Avery Ware.

“There are no victors in war, only survivors. Everyone loses something in the war,” he said before turning off the TV.

“As a soldier when you are deployed on a mission, you don’t know if you or your fellow soldiers will ever come back. That’s why I try not to get attached to people. It hurts so much when you lose them,” he said to his sleeping friend at a distance.

He stood up and walked up to her bed to check she was comfortable. He slightly lifted her head and adjusted her pillow. He pulled over her blanket and tucked it around her gently.

He took his medicine before retreating to his chair. He reclined his seat back and drifted to sleep.

Next morning

He noticed light footsteps in the room and immediately bolted upright in his seat.

“It’s only me, calm down,” said Dr. K., “I came to check on Stella.”

Still half asleep, he blurted out without thinking, “Who is Stella?”

“What?” said Dr. K in complete shock.

‘You stupid.’ If his mind had a face, it would have facepalmed itself.

“I said how is Stella?” He tried to cover up his slip.

‘Smooth recovery.’ His mind said.

“Oh, for a second I thought you said, who is Stella and I kind of freaked out,” she said laughing.

“How is she doing?” He asked, getting up from the chair.

“Her vitals are stable. Her blood work returned this morning, nothing out of the ordinary there as well. We still know why she is not waking up, though.”

“Dr. K, we have an emergency,” said a nurse from the door, interrupting their conversation.

“Coming,” she said before rushing off.

“So, nothing is wrong, but you still refuse to wake up. Did I ever tell you that you can be very stubborn sometimes?” he chided sleeping Lunafreya playfully.

After finishing his morning rituals, he got ready to take on another day.

‘Day one, we almost got killed. Day two was spent in the hospital. Day three, let’s see how this pans out.’

After arguing with the front desk staff for a good half an hour, he finally stepped out of the clinic, still furious.

‘Just because I am injured does not mean I cannot get the job done. Yesterday Dr. K said that I could help with their chores to repay my hospital bills, but today she was like, ‘oh no, you can’t take on quests, what if you get hurt more?’ Just shut up old lady and give me the damn quest and let me worry about myself. I know you are trying to protect me, but let me just help. Why is everyone in this world so damn stubborn? I can’t believe I wasted half an hour on that. Next time—' He was walking around fuming when someone ran into him with full speed halting the progression of his thoughts.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry. Are you okay?” asked a feminine voice of the person who literally ran into him.

“Watch where you are going,” he said, trying to get back up on his feet. She had run into his injured arm, sending a jolt of pain through his shoulder.

He got back up and looked at the culprit.

She was about 5’3” with short dark brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a black and red short-sleeved hoodie, and a black and red tartan-pattern miniskirt. She wore black heeled boots with red soles. She had a leather choker and a necklace with a round black pendant. She had two belts with a chain hanging from one attached to her skirt. She had a red cord wrapped around her left wrist and a leather bracer on her other wrist.

She said in a sweet voice full of concern, “Umm, are you okay?”

“Ya, I am fine,” he replied curtly.

“I am sorry for running into you,” she apologized sweetly.

“It’s okay,” he said with a nod.

“By the way, my name is Iris,” she said, offering a handshake.

He usually does not like to shake hands, but thought he should play along this time.

“Squall,” he said, as he shook his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Squall,” she said, in a cheery tone.

‘If sugar manifested into a human form, it would be her.’ he thought.

“I have not seen you around before. Are you new here?” She asked.

‘Just shut up and let me be on my way.’

“Ya,” he replied, short and sweet.

“Oh, I know,” she said, getting all excited and clapping her hands. “How about I give you a tour of Lestalleum? Since I ran into you that’s the least I could do to make up for it.”

“No, it's okay,” he said, trying to step aside and be on his way.

She sidestepped blocking his way. “No, it’s not okay. I have to make it up to you. Come on, it would be fun.”

“No, I have to--” before he could finish his sentence, she interjected. “Pretty please?” She said joining her hands and giving him puppy eyes.

He sighed and agreed, “Fine.”

“Whoo-hoo,” she exclaimed in joy.

A sudden jolt of headache came as he clutched his head in pain. A distant memory resurfaced. He vaguely remembered a girl who ran into him on her first day of school. She had eyes like a puppy. She had a very cheerful attitude, which can make even the cemetery come alive. He recalled giving her a tour of their academy on her first day and being her friend since then.

He suddenly jolted out of his trance when she placed her hand on his right should, “Are you really okay? Should we go to the clinic?”

“I am fine. I just have some headache,” he said, trying to brush it off.

“If you say so,” she said in a concerned voice.

Within the next few moments, she was back to her cheery self, “Shall we begin our tour, Squall?”

‘Even if I say no, it's not going to make a difference.’ He thought with his hand instinctively reaching his forehead. ‘Besides, it might not be a bad idea to do some reconnaissance.’ He concluded.

“Come on, this way. For our first stop, we’ll check out the marketplace,” she said, walking ahead of him.

Along the way she asked, “Squall, where are you from?”

“Tenebrae,” he said, recalling the name from watching that TV show last night.

“Wow, that’s a long way from here. I’ve heard from Noct that it is a very beautiful place with lots of waterfalls surrounding the palace.”

“It is,” he played along.

“I am from the crown city, Insomnia,” she said proudly.

“So, you are a refugee here?” He took an educated guess. He was glad he watched TV last night.

“Yes.” She paused in her steps, losing all color from her face.

“I am sorry.” He knew enough about the recent event to understand her circumstances.

“It’s okay. We’ll bounce back and kick Empire’s ass. We’ll make them pay for everything they have taken from us,” she said with determination.

Squall nodded in approval.

They reached their set destination. “This is the Partellum Market. You can get almost anything here. Isn’t it great?” She said cheerfully as ever.

“Ya, it is,” he said unenthusiastically as ever.

“I’d buy out the whole place if I could,” she said dreamily.

‘Speaking of buying, I need to get new clothes.’ He said looking at his tattered clothes.

He followed Iris through the crowded street. She stopped at practically every shop window shopping.

While following Iris around the marketplace she came to a sudden stop when she saw something, “Wow! Look at all this neat stuff! I’m gonna take a look, gimme just a sec.”

Even before Squall could say anything she ran off.

Squall explored on his own for a while. He stopped by at the Tostwell Grill to check out hunt quests. He learned more about being a hunter from the shop owner. Eventually, Iris caught up with him.

“Having fun yet? Come on, next we’re gonna see the power plant,” she announced, marching ahead.

Once they climbed the stairs and came out of the alleyway, he saw a huge power plant.

“That’s the power plant, the driving force behind Lestallum’s prosperity. But get this: only women are allowed to work there. As a matter of fact, women do most of the work in this town.”

“Interesting.” He was surprised that he hadn’t noticed it sooner.

"Alright! Next, we’re going to the outlook! Follow me, right this way,” she said with a little extra joy in her voice.

“I’m a city girl, but I love the charm of this town,” she said even without asking.

As they pass a restaurant near the main thoroughfare she said, “You should try the food here. It is really good.”

Squall made a mental note of her recommendations along the way.

As they crossed the road, they could see palm trees lining the main street. Tropical weather of this town made it an ideal tourist destination. All they were missing was a beach, else it would be a complete package.

“You know, I love giving this tour,” she said with a grin looking back at him.

Upon seeing one of the antique-style cars parked in the area, she chirped, “Imagine riding that.”

“Would be nice I bet,” he agreed.

Soon they arrived at the outlook. The scene in front of his eyes was breathtaking, to say the least.

"This is Pegglar Outlook. Amazing view, right? Look! There’s the Meteor!” She said, pointing it out.

“It looks beautiful,” he confessed.

“It’s even more beautiful out here at night. The perfect place to bring your date,” Iris said with a mischief in her voice. “I plan to bring my dream date here someday too,” she said with a smile.

The two stands silently for a moment, looking at the Meteor.

“It sucks to be a refugee, doesn't it? You live in a place where you don’t even belong,” she said, after a long silence, with a sudden shift in her tone.

“Ya, it does,” he agreed, still looking at the glow of fallen meteor.

“I lost everything in that attack at Insomnia. My home, my friends, and my father. My old life, all gone,” she said with sadness evident in her voice.

Comforting a girl who had lost her home felt like a déjà vu. He ignored those thoughts and paid attention to the girl in front of him.

“The damn empire took it all away from me,” she continued in a somber tone still looking towards the meteor.

“Then get strong enough to protect what you love,” he said.

“Huh?” she said, taken a bit by surprise, not really expecting Squall to chime in.

“Reality isn’t so kind. Everything doesn't work out the way you want it to. But at every juncture, you get a choice, either to be a victim and surrender to the circumstances or be a warrior and fight for what’s rightfully yours. If you were one of those lucky ones to survive the destruction at Insomnia, the least you can do now is to fight. Fight for your right to dream and live.”

“You are right. I am not going to give up and surrender. Even if there is nothing but darkness all around me, I will still keep fighting till I find the light,” she said with a firm determination in her eyes. He nodded in affirmation. “You are very brave.”

“No, I am not,” she said with a laugh. “Thanks for motivating me and cheering me up.”

“I did nothing,” he said being modest.

“Have we met before, Squall? You kinda seem familiar,” she said with a confused look on her face.

“I don’t think so,” he denied.

“Ya, you are probably right,” she agreed.

As if an imaginary light bulb had lit over her head, suddenly her expression changed. “Oh, do you remember how I ran off in the marketplace?”

“Yes.”

“I went to get this. Here, take it. It’s a gift,” she said, pulling something out from her pocket.

“No, I can’t take it,” he said politely pushing her hand away.

“Pretty please? I ran into you like a maniac, so I have to make up for it. This gift is a form of my apology,” she said, joining her hands and giving him puppy eyes. His will melts in front of her puppy eyes.

“Fine. What is it?” he said, succumbing to her ultra-powerful puppy eyes.

“It’s a good luck charm; it’s called phoenix pinion. It might come in handy in battle when the odds are against you,” she said cheerfully.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the item as he slightly bowed his head in appreciation.

“You are most welcome,” she said with a wink and her usual mischievous grin.

Suddenly a Chocobo theme song started playing. He wondered where the sound was coming from.

She pulled out her phone as she said, “Sorry, gotta take this.”

She looked at the caller ID and picked up the phone. “Hey Dustin, what’s up? Uh ha. Okay, I’ll be there ASAP.” She hung up the phone and looked at Squall. “I would love to hang out more with you, but Dustin needs some help. One room just opened up at hotel Leville so we will be moving there now,” she said sounding happy.

She reached in the depths of her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and quickly wrote something on it. “Here is my number. Feel free to reach out to me if you need anything. Or if you need another tour,” she said with a smile.

“Let’s hang out again. It was fun. Gotta go for now, bye,” she waved enthusiastically before dashing off.

‘What a strange girl.’

He stood there silently admiring the scenic view in front of him. As he was about to leave, someone approached from behind.

“At first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but here you are in the flesh, Squall Leonhart,” said a stranger addressing him.

Squall noticed a middle-aged man with red-violet hair, amber eyes, and strong facial features, walking towards him. He was dressed in a black trench coat and pinstripe trousers. He wore a red scarf and a hooded, gray and white flower-print mantle. He had a black fedora and a black winglike accessory on his left arm.

“I am delighted to see you again, my dear friend.” He said removing his hat and bowing down slightly.

[moonraccoon-exe]

*epic music* In a world of Lucis where Insomnia hasn't fallen there are still the Glaives to protect the country. They are powerful. They are celebrated as heroes. ...or are they? While disliked by many citizens and living in awful slums (seriously, have you seen the place, where they have to live?) there is one great princess, an oracle destined to help even the greatest heroes. Will she achieve her goal to kick the kings ass for letting them live like that? (Insert your ideas here,have fun ^^)

I don’t know if it’s because you started it with “*epic music* In a world of Lucis where Insomnia hasn’t fallen..”, but I suddenly could see and hear this as a movie trailer, and suddenly see myself into it, ahahah. I have a cape and I’m a raccoonie watching this all from afar, and not I’m in doubt of what will happen, oh gods, what now, what is going to happen now? :O

Such an epic scenario, buddy!

It may sound simple at first, but you know what this implies?

This could oh so easily transform Regis and the throne family into the villains haosidskf

This could either show us villain, bad person Regis, or give us the idea that Reegis will be the bad guy but it turns out it’s not his fualt at all that the Glaives are seen that way. But the first one has SO MANY POSSIBILITIES.

Oh gods, duuuuude! This story sounds so epic; a bad, evil king Regis that despised the own people that protect him and his kingdom/capital city, and mistreats them, only to end up being faced by the Oracle herself, future savior of the Glaives, releasing them from the bad treatment they’re given.

Aoajsdo´sjg, dude  (」°ロ°)」

The idea of an evil Regis is SO COOL on its own. We’re so used to wise, good Regis, giving him this twist to become the villain is SO EPIC. We see this man over-aged from having given so much of his energy to the Crystal, and we feel so bad because he looks so wasted and haggard, and we feel so bad because he limps and he looks so fragile...but in reality he’s this evil and very bad king that basically has the Glaives as slaves. The worst sort of villain, the one you can feel so much pity and sympathy for and who looks so harmless, but is an absolute ass.

And then Lunafreya kicking in  ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ

Imagine her receiving the news, though. Like, the Glaives’ status and treatment is one of those utterly frustrating cases in which no one but the people of Insomnia really know about. To the world, to the television cameras, and to the tourists, the Glaives are the praised and so admired heroes that receive flowers and medals and are seen on pedestals...but it’s all just one giant lie. One giant theatre play set up to make the rest of Eos believe one thing, when in reality the Glaives are but abused people.

And what’s worst is that the Glaives can’t do anything about it! Their homeland was destroyed, and they were taken in by the king into the Capital City, and who would have suspected it would turn out to be for this? So the Glaives have no option; they arrived not knowing, they walked themselves into the cage, and even though they could leave, there is nowhere they could go...

...not to speak about the rumors, but don’t believe me...

...rumors have it that when a Glaive has tried to leave the capital city, they mysteriously disappear. And even quieter rumors have it that it’s on the king’s orders, but shh, we’re not allowed to talk about that...

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[Okay, it’s not too long, actually, but I’ll put the rest under a cut YOU SHOULD GO THERE TO READ ABOUT THE REST OF THE STORY AND HOW NOCTIS COMES IN APSJDOSFG]

So Lunafreya knowing about the Glaives’ reality isn’t only a concern, it’s an absolute impact! King Regis? The saint, good, the admired and so gentle king? Mistreating the Glaives, keeping them in poor refuges and shitty places, paying them in the form of barely basic necessities and not a single cent more, despising them, and allowing the people to spit on their faces?

Not only would Lunafreya know about the reality that the Glaives live in, she would also have her world turn 180 degrees upside-down! King Regis! King Regis who she trusted with her life! A maniac villain!?

There are many things that Lunafreya can tolerate...but a group of people being mistreated and abused, lack of justice, that’s not one of those things.

So off she goes, our Oracle and princess, straight towards Insomnia and nothing’s going to stop her, not until she frees this people, not until justice is served!

And off goes Lady Lunafreya into a journey towards Insomnia to punish the evil and free the oppressed! Epic battles! Magic encounters! Explosions!

And the possibility of a very naïve king Regis that’s not actually the villain, he just had no idea the Glaives were being mistreated and the final boss turns out to not have been the evil boss, just a very distracted king that thought that the reports about the Glaives living in shitty conditions were a joke because “lmao why would anyone treat such incredible warriors like poop haha nice try to fool me, Cor”.

Ahahahaha! I mean, it’s a possibility! I’m sorry, I’m trying to keep the idea of evil Regis but I can’t. Have you seen this man to the eyes, dear gods, he can’t step on an ant even if he tried ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

But yes, I LOVE the idea of a villain Regis for real! Just imagine how EPIC of a story that would be! GODDAMMIT now I want an entire videogame for this story; Lady Lunafreya, princess and Oracle, with the mission to free the oppressed Glaives, and fighting a villain dark lord Regis. HNNNGGGGGGGGG.

Imagine the EPIC journey into Insomnia, though, but later in the story! First time Lunafreya visited, she was trying to be diplomatic and face Regis in law and speech and not battle. But Regis, when he realizes that he’s caught and that Lunafreya knows about the treatment he gives to the Glaives, of COURSe and because he’s a villain here tries to kill her, and sends troops after her, so she has to run away of Insomnia only while she plans how to go back in,a nd andasndojgsdn after a journey and strategy and companions, final dungeon is an Insomnia that’s going after her, and at some point we learn that Regis sent the Glaives to some jails or such, and the first mission besides not dying is freeing the Glaives, AND WHEN LUNAFREYA FREES THEM FROM PRISON ALL THE GLAIVES BURST INTO REBELLION.

AND IT’S CIVIL WAR, PEOPLE. INSOMNIA CITIZENS AND CROWNSGUARD THAT HATE GLAVES VERSUS THE MINITORY THAT ARE THE GLAIVES PLUS THE INSOMNIA CITIZENS AND CROWNSGUARD THAT SUPPORT THE GLAIVES, AND LUNAFREYA.

AND MOTORCYCLES. BECAUSE CROWE HAS TO PARTICIPATE AND- OHMYGOD *OBSCENELY GRUNTS* I NEED A SCENE WITH THE CITY ON FIRE AND CROWE SAVING LUNAFREYA AND TAKING HER ON HER BIKE AND IT’S THIS EPIC RACE, SHE GOES MAX SPEED AND THEY AVOID MISSILES AND BULLETS AND MAGIC AND WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

And while this goes on, Lunafreya and one of the Glaives WHO ABSOLUTELY IS NYX and who’s guarding her, go to the Citadel for the Final Boss Fight aND OHMYGOD IT TURNS INTO A SUPER EPIC BATTLE AND THERE’S MAGIC FLYING EVERYWHERE AND BLUE SPARKLES AND ZOOM AND SWOOSH AND WOOAH AND BAM AND BOOM AND WOOOOOOOOOOH ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

WHERE IS NOCTIS THOUGH.

IS HE THE SORT OF PRINCE THAT PRETENDS TO BE ON HIS DAD’S SIDE, BUT ENDS UP TURNING TO GOOD AND HELPING LUNAFREYA AND NYX-

-OR IS HE THE ACTUAL REAL FINAL BOSS

AND WHEN YOU DEFEAT REGIS YOU THINK YOU’VE WON

AND RIGHT WHEN LUNAFREYA IS ABOUT TO CELEBRATE WITH NYX

A SWORD COMES STRAIGHT THROUGH NYX’S BODY AND HE DROPS TO THE FLOOR

AND FROM BEHIND COMES THE LUCIAN PRINCE

“Dear princess, oh, dear, fool Lunafreya...did you really think the king was the one on control? Oh, fool, fool Oracle. He was but a puppet. I’m glad he’s out the way. Now, I hear you have a complaint?” *steps on an agonizing Nyx’s injury, as a clear threat* “I’m all ears.”

YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

*SHORT CIRCUITS*

*STARTS COMBUSTING*

*MOONRACCOON.EXE HAS STOPPED WORKING PLEASE DO NOT REBOOT IT WILL JUST CRASH EXPLODE COMBUST AND BURN IF YOU DO*

Evil Regis and SUPER EVIL NOCTIS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT MURDER NYX AOSPJDPSGDFIGH

WITH HEROINE LUNAFREYA

FINAL BOSS BATTLE HEROINE LUNAFREYA VERSUS EVIL PRINCE NOCTIS 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

*after some seconds calming down*

*couhgs* Uhm, eh, I got...a bit over excited, but basically YES to all of this. SUCH AN EPIC SCENARIO, and it has SO MANY possibilities, all super epic!!

*groans and slowly slips off chair*

There is a GODDAMN REASON I think I have the DAMN BLOODY BEST inbox and anons in the world, YOU PEOPLE HAVE SUCH EPIC STORIES HOW DO YOU DO THAT

THIS DAMN STORY. *GRUNTING AND MUTTERING LIKE A BEAST* THIS DAMN STORY IS SO EPIC AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MY FEELINGS HNFGDNNFG

*throws chair out the window*

UUUUUUGH. Seriously, thank you so much for sharing this story/idea with me. I had no idea it would trigger me into so much, hahaha. It’s just SO EPIC, and it has so much potential and holds so many possibilities!! I’m absolutely in love with this idea. I’d read the hell out of this story would anyone write it!

Thank you, dear anon! I’m loving this soooo much!