#lord meldacio

[britcision]

So this is pretty much what it looks like when I’m world building with the partner

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Partner: so I want Evil Tony Stark to have this magic painting of a door that opens into a dark little room to keep my boy in when he’s naughty or inconvenient

Me: oh yes very good. And it’s not like the frame is the door, you open the painting of the door into another dimension

Partner: yeah he’s gotta be able to take it away with him so he can have it on command 😈

Me: okay so how I think this works is he paints the room inside it first to make the interdimensional space, and then paints the door closed over it, so he can paint whatever he wants in the room 🤔

Partner: oh yeah that’s cool, so he can put furniture or a happy little tree in 😋

Me, suddenly vibrating: okay but no he actually paints a Happy Little Tree and it’s just a tree in the corner of this completely dark room that just giggles softly all the time 🫠

Partner: …. And we tell the party as a joke the first time about this old cell the boy was in with a happy lil tree 😏

Me: and then we don’t say anything for like 2 years and then one of them gets put in the dark room and they just hear giggling 🤩

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Or

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Partner: okay so Evil Tony Stark mostly uses constructs and stuff for servants so we’ll put the Robotery in the basement for those 🤖

Me: okay, and when y’all go back to the abandoned mansion do you want there to be one left behind? 🙂

Partner: fuck yeah and the boy knows all of them he loves little creatures (and the house mimics) 🥰

Me: and since the boy was intentionally left behind, this is probably a construct that was doing something related to him so it’s probably reasonably aesthetic, yea? Like feeding him or dressing him up? 😇

(The boy was being kept as a pet by Evil Tony Stark because he glows for Fey Reasons and was pretty literally a living sculpture for 11 years and they did not exactly worry about the “living” part much)

Partner: yeah, if Evil Tony Stark is gonna see it around it’s gotta be aesthetic ✨

Me: so you find this cute sweet little construct friend and then you go a little further into the room and just see hundreds of partially or fully deconstructed bodies of this exact little guy and most of them are just minorly different aesthetics because Evil Tony Stark just trashes them when he wants a new look

Also one is still just barely alive and that’s because it’s one of the ones with a person’s soul bound to it and they’ve just been cuddling in the dark for months since they were abandoned 🥰

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This just happens in the winter okay I become Extremely Fucking Ominous for literally no reason and then it’s Horror Time

Most of our world building is him making cool and interesting places and characters and then me sneaking in sideways like “hey what if they’re also super fucked up 👀”

And to be fair he loves it and he always says yes please and helps me fuck them up more

Anyway we laid the groundwork for Lord Meldacio’s mansion today that the party are gonna get to in a couple weeks and I had so much fun this guy is the fucking bomb

[krisssssssy]

Hey, I'm Krissy. I'm a writer, and I currently write fanfiction for FFXV. I'm obsessed with all things Final Fantasy, and I adore 6, 7, 8, 10, 10-2, 14, 15, and 16.

My main fixation is Ardyn from FFXV. I make a lot of dumb memes using tumblr text posts and pictures of Ardyn, who lives forever in my head.

Other fandoms I enjoy: Resident Evil, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Supernatural, Wheel of Time, Lord of the Rings, Obey Me!, JJK, and MHA.

Please mind the tags in my AO3 fics. Most of my fics include some elements of toxic/abusive relationships, kink, non-con, etc.

My Ongoing Fics:

Precarious Games - Ardyn Izunia/Reader - Explicit

You are a royal diplomat from Igdrothim, a region within the Niflheim Empire, sent to Gralea to gather information regarding the Emperor's strange behavior. You catch the eye of the newly appointed Chancellor Izunia, and are swept into his strange world of manipulation and intrigue. Despite his unsettling demeanor, you find yourself helplessly drawn to him - and will do whatever it takes to discover his many mysteries.

In the Shadow of the Six - God!Ardyn/Reader - Explicit/Non-Con - AU

You grew up on the pious, small Isle of Angelgard, where you worshiped the Six, and feared the mythical Adagium. After a bad storm, you find a new pathway among the caves, and discover Adagium may not be so mythical, after all…

The Light She Brings - Ardyn Izunia/Aera Mirus Fleuret - Mature - AU

Aera Mirus Fleuret has been promised to Somnus Lucis Caelum since before she was born. After Somnus ascends as Chosen King, Aera moves to the Citadel in Lucis to begin preparations to become Queen. Thrust into a life she does not want, she meets a stranger who reveals himself to be Adagium, the Shadowbringer, one of the Seven, and she begins to doubt the path laid out before her. This is a prequel story that belongs to the In the Shadow of the Six AU, though it can be read as a standalone fic.

Covenant of the Wicked - Ardyn Izunia/OC - Explicit

A fic set after the Fall, when Hanna Foxall, a hunter from Meldacio HQ, investigates her sister's disappearance, and becomes the target of a cult, left for dead outside Insomnia. She teams up with Ardyn, and they investigate, Hanna hoping to find her sister, Ardyn to ensure the Darkness is still his to control.

Completed Fics/One-Shots:

The Devil I Know - Ardyn Izunia/Reader - Explicit/Non-Con

You work as an assistant to a political advisor in Gralea. While working late one night, you bump into Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, who accuses you of being a spy, and you attempt to convince him of your innocence.

She Who Moves Heaven and Earth - Teen and Up - Ardyn Izunia/Aera Mirus Fleuret

Ardyn wakes after the events of Dawn of the Future, reunited with his beloved.

Other:

All of my work is posted to AO3, and you can find me at Krissssssy.

Thanks! I appreciate the support.

[backseat-imagines]

sleepsunderthesun: Can you do more spy s/o with the baby? I'm especially interested in Gladio possibly wanting to bond with his baby but his s/o is having a hard time letting him in again? But if you have ideas for the other chocobros for this chocohoe then I totally don't mind. :)

Why yes I can friend~ And because I too am a massive chocohoe, I’ll do a little something for all the guys!(based off of this post)

  Things were already getting awkward with Noctis, and the longer everything went on the more awkward it got. He had this partner, who was now pregnant, to worry about. But then there was the matter of Lady Lunafreya as well and he wasn’t sure how this was going to play out.  Ultimately he knew who he was likely going to choose, if he had to choose, and he really didn’t actually want to do that. In either case he would look like a bad guy to the common people and it all depended on which reputation he wanted.  Did he want to be known as the irresponsible king who couldn’t keep it in his pants where people would speculate him abandoning his bastard child? Or did he want the people to be angry with him because the peace between lands rested on his shoulders, and he would have “sacrificed” that for his own selfish heart? And he’d hate for either of them to have the possible chance of being called homewreckers. So unless he kept them a secret entirely…  As unhappy as it makes them, he has them stay behind in Cape Caem, where Iris and Talcott would keep them company and Monica would be able to help guide them along through this.  But then the unexpected happens, and after breaking into the labs in Gralea, Noctis goes missing. No one ends up sure how to break the news to them, but someone has to.  “He’ll come back,” Everyone keeps promising. But it’s been years and it’s hard to hold out hope for that Noctis will ever come back. It’s been a decade…  At this point they’re delivering supplies back and forth along with driving other hunters to and fro, always keeping their kid beside them. It’s a usual and mundane task, but sometimes life changes scenery unexpectedly; with Ignis accompanying them, they drive back to hammerhead to where Prompto and Gladio is also waiting.  It’s so rare for everyone to be gathered up like this (it’s nice, but it also creates a pang of sadness because there is one missing piece to this puzzle), but it almost seems like everyone is waiting. For what?  But then… Off in the distance there was a trail of bright lights blazing through at high speeds, cutting through the darkness and parting the sea of daemons.  Talcott was coming through and parked right in front of the garage. Suddenly it felt like the Astrals themselves came down to grace Eos that day as the passenger door opened and they saw who it was that climbed out.It’s him… They rushed towards him.  The reunion between the two of them is awkward. There’s the fear that time has turned them back into strangers. But back in the day there was a lot of unspoken feelings and they find out those has a funny way of surfacing and catching back up in their throats. So many false starts on sentences as both of them want to say something, how they felt about events of back then and how it is now, but where do they even begin to process the infatuation from ten long years ago?  Noctis almost finds himself at a loss of words because in all this time everyone else had matured and changed so much, but he was a little behind them all now. The that had changed around him, besides his appearance and acceptance to his duty clung right to the leg of his old flame; his child. Noctis finds himself speechless as he approaches his kid.  He looks at his child’s eyes and he sees so much of himself in them; uncertain and afraid. His child seems shy, but at the same time he can’t even begin to go on about how brave his kid must be because every day they’re facing a world of monsters, even if they are afraid.  And it saddens him to know that their whole life they’ve known no world outside of a monster filled one and it’s not right…  “I’ll beat the biggest, baddest and most terrifying one of them all and end this once and for all.” Noctis promises and tells them that they’ll soon get to experience a world so bright and where they won’t have to fear playing in the streets and how they’ll be able to scale the tallest mountains or catch the biggest fish- if that’s what they so wish.   Just have to wait a little longer…  Though he knows he’ll have to go soon, he still takes a couple of days to catch back up with the guys, and his partner (though could he call them that still? He’s not even sure), and to get to know his own kid as well as two days can even permit him.  And it hurts him to know this is his only and last chance to even do this…

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  Good luck seemed scarce these days and the bad luck seemed to be always looming over in one form or another. Or so it felt. Ignis’s partner did manage to make a brief return to the Empire, but that didn’t last very long… And so they came back and rushed for the well needed warmth of his arms.  At long last their time with the Nifs was coming to an end. At least they could try to reforge a life away from then and all that and he would support them and try to offer any help he could, when he could. And so he and the rest safely escorted them to Meldacio. Surrounded by mostly strong and skilled hunters, it was quiet and perhaps they could find some peace with it being in such a remote location.  But then Altissia happened…  Despite all recommendation of them needing to sit back and take it easy just to help the pregnancy along, they came on out anyways- much to even Ignis’s dismay. But what else were they supposed to do? The team was nearly one man down entirely(he shouldn’t push himself like this either) so briefly coming back to aid them was a risk they were willing to take. At least for now.   Though everyone did come to a compromise where they could come with, but they’d stay back and play healer by tossing the potions out. And they would help guide Ignis along when he needed it.  Things were a tad difficult. Ignis got frequently annoyed as his partner tried to help him adjust because he felt that they were trying to baby him too often, even if they really weren’t, and it sometimes had him feeling useless and lord knows that wasn’t a good combination with their heightened emotions from the hormones. So many silly misunderstandings got caused by this.  However, after the last incident on the train just shortly after finding the last tomb, it was agreed on that from here on out it was too risky for his partner to remain with the group. They stayed back with Aranea, who later took them back to Lucis and would wait for him.  Ignis comes back, and the both of them try to adjust to the new fate that’s been handed down to them. He hears the sadness in their voice when they say how short the days are getting and when it fades into nothing but a constant night. He can sense light and it saddens him when he stops noticing any adjustments through the day, but it’s only so much sadder when they talk about it. That’s not a world he wants them to live in, nor his child, and he’s not going to let anything stop him from changing the current state of it.  Once the child is a few years old, the two of them start to switch up who’s at home and who’s out to hunt. Ignis wishes this could be different, he wants more time with the both his partner and child, but he can at the very least cherish the time he gets with his kid when he’s back on his downtime.  He may be blind, but Ignis knows that his child is the most beautiful one in the world. And about the most spoiled as well…

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The Amicitia line has not been one to so quickly abandoned any of their own flesh and blood. And Gladio isn’t wanting to be the one who changes that now. If Gladio didn’t know better, just by the thought alone he could swear that the spirits of his parents where there behind him and breathing down his neck, ready to shake their heads in disappointment over the possibility of it.  But the problem here wasn’t that he didn’t want to be in his child’s life (the child was his, he ought to be there for them), but it’s that his ex partner… isn’t so keen on the idea.  “I’m fine Gladio. I’ve been taking care of the kid just fine on my own so far, I don’t need your help.”  “It’s not a matter of help-”  “I know…” They interrupted.  “It’s probably a matter of pride.”   “Don’t start putting words in my mouth…”  They were set firmly in their stance and was trying to keep Gladio at arm’s length so to speak. Not that he could really blame them. That fight was more than enough to ruin what they had and keep it all strained. But it also didn’t help his case that they were already fairly independent too.  When they said they didn’t need him they meant it. With sheer determination alone he was sure they would make it through any struggle, and they were sure of that too. But again, it’s not a matter of need.  Nor obligation either. Gladio wanted to be a part of his own kids life and- “The kid needs a father,” he tries to reason- as far as he was concerned it was unfair for the child to not have both of them in their life. But as hard work as being a parent is he didn’t think it was fair for all responsibility to rest on their shoulders. He helped make this bed, he should be able to lie in it by splitting that duty.  But try as Gladio might, he was unable to sway them. However this was not the last of this they’d hear of the subject for he already vowed to come back when all is said and done.  And he does… When the world turns to darkness Gladio is desperate to know if the two of them are okay. Are they still alive? Are they okay? Where are they at and how are they managing? He finally finds the two out in the wilderness and somehow avoiding all the daemons as they try to travel to where it’s rumored to be safe.  That’s when things start to change.  They and Gladio aren’t exactly together, but they go back to being on decent terms. Enough so that they share their home with Gladio. They take turns on who goes out to hunt, which means Gladio gets to be a bigger part of his child’s life now since he watches over the kid while the other is out to fight daemons.

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  By the end of the day, it’s just the two of them; them and Prompto. And if there was one thing they could take any kind of comfort in it’s that at least they still have him… They have him.  And Prompto still can’t to help but to be a worrywart about them either. He’s so far away now that he’s convinced them to go back to hammerhead. But it’s where they’ll be safe, back with Cid and Cindy, and Takka too. Just he sometimes he wonders if maybe he wasn’t being selfish about sending them away, and he feels guilty for not being around to keep an eye on them and make sure they’ll be okay.  But he keeps calling in every day. Or at least tries to; sometimes he gets so exhausted that he finally sits down and passes out nigh instantly, and remains out for the rest of that night and until the middle of the next day. Which is something he always profusely apologizes for.  “It won’t be like this for long! I promise I’ll be back to you in the blink of an eye!” He promises once he’s back that the both of them can start making plans.  The plans, however, was going from Hammerhead to Lestallum once Eos found itself lost. Naturally it was something Prompto was already going to suggest with the daemons being everywhere (though Hammerhead was always bright and safe) just because he wanted them to be safe. But doubly so now that they were with child and it wouldn’t be too long before he was a father. He wanted to ensure that day would come.  Though once the children had been born, Prompto took quite a bit of time away from the daemon hunting- something that him and Gladio had gotten into a spat over; him disapproving because Prompto should be out there fighting to help make sure the world was going to be safe. Stress and tension had been high and Prompto understood that, but he didn’t stand for being told if he really loved or cared then he should be out their taking a stand and risking himself… His partner needed this time with him now more than ever, and so did his child. And him being around to help take care of the kids helped when it came to them and having to work through postpartum.  Prompto tries his best to be a good father during the time he’s getting to spend there. The children don’t understand everything of what he’s saying yet, they’re still too young for that yet, but that doesn’t stop him from telling about his journey to the little ones. Or from pampering them constantly.  The world might be dark, but there is those little bright moments where he falls asleep with one or both children resting on his chest- they break out his now-cracked camera to snap a quick one, or the fun of them getting to witness a baby puking on him for the first time.Eventually the day comes where he has to go back out; continue his training and go back to fight the good fight. It’s hard for him to depart his home like this, it’s hard on them all. But he must… He must.

[thatonedaydream]

A/N: trying to make myself feel better with some Cactuar Farmer KC shenanigans.

“By the six, girl, you look like death warmed over.” Dave put his hands on his hips as he watched KC jump off her chocobo a little unsteadily. The farmer looked a little paler than she usually did and she had a slight sheen like she was sweating. Even though it was always fairly warm at Meldacio, KC hardly ever looked so out of sorts.

“Thanks, Dave. That’s really nice of you to say.” KC grumbled in a deadpan, croaky tone. She sounded slightly stuffy and her voice was strained. She dropped a large pack at her feet. “I got some Cactuar fruit and needles for you guys—HEY.” The woman suddenly barked, although it sent her into a slight coughing fit afterwards. “Walker don’t you dare. Get your spiky butt back here.” She snapped her fingers quickly and gestured to a small, pale green Cactuar that looked like it was trying to sneak away.

Walker was a fairly young and new Cactuar to her farm who had an awful penchant for running off on his own. KC thought to take him with her sometimes on deliveries to train him to return. While he did like walking off a little too far, in completely foreign environments Walker tended to be too scared to run away altogether.

“You look like you’re gonna pass out on me.” Dave approached KC and pressed his hand to her forehead, although she was quick to try and wave him away. “You could have just waited until you were better to make the delivery—hell, I could have gotten some hunters to come pick up the supplies.”

KC cringed at the suggestion and sniffled. “Do you remember what happened last time we tried that? One of your hunters freaked at the sight of Gigas, which then freaked out some of the wild transient Cactuars, who then needled the hunters’ ass.” The woman shook her head, kneeling down to scratch Walker who had wandered back carefully between his needles. She then reached into a pouch strapped to her thigh with some dried fruit pieces and rewarded the Cactuar for coming back at her command. “The Cactuar fruit is only good fresh in any case. This is my only delivery for today, so I’ll be fine.”

Dave wanted to argue because it did not look like she would be fine. “You go straight back to your farm and get to bed. Don’t make me escort you home.” The veteran hunter gave her a warning look and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, dad, I will. I can’t do shit when I’m sick anyway. It pisses me off.” KC watched as Walker wandered off again, but not too far this time. She saw that some of the hunters and various people at the HQ were wary of the little rogue Cactuar, but a majority knew that if there was a Cactuar with KC nearby, it was likely with her and not a threat. 

Not much of a threat. Maybe.

“By the way, I’ve been getting reports of some packs of monsters encroaching your farm.” Dave tried to casually bring the topic up, but there was no real casual way of talking about it. He knew that KC liked to handle things on her own, but he had a feeling that she had been lying to him a little when she said she had the farm’s security under wraps. “Not only that, Daemons’re starting to spawn in high concentration in your area at night.”

“That’s happening everywhere though.” KC sniffled and took a bright green handkerchief out of her dress pocket to wipe her running nose. “I think I need to ask some engineers to come out and check the field lights at the farm. I don’t think they’re strong enough anymore.” She made no mention of the packs of encroaching monsters. Her security squad—‘the Needlers’ as she liked to call them—seemed to be doing alright, but it did worry her that they seemed to be coming back more injured as of late. “I don’t have enough money to hire hunters, Dave. It’s not like I have my farm to make a profit.”

“I know, I’m not askin’ to bug you for work. I’m askin’ cause I’m worried.” Dave reached out to ruffle the mess of curls on her head and she wrinkled her nose. “I’ve got a few guys in mind who can probably help you clear out the packs.”

KC narrowed her eyes. “No.”

Dave nodded. “They’re lookin’ for work and I heard that they haven’t seen your farm before.”

“The Cactuar don’t like strangers, Dave.” The woman sounded stern, even with her croaky voice. “It’s why it takes so much effort to prepare for someone to visit. Four strangers is going to freak out half the farm. The Needlers are going to be on full alert, they’re always so suspicious—and good lord, Bomber is going to stick to one of them like glue. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.” Bomber was one particular sassy, attention seeking Cactuar that lived on the farm. KC called him ‘Bomber’ because most of the time when she tried to take a photo on the farm—selfie or otherwise—Bomber would be in it somewhere photobombing.

“It’s why I’m letting you know ahead of time. You can warn your little Cactuars and prepare your farm to have some guests.” Dave gave KC another look as she opened her mouth to argue. “Now you listen here, missy, it’s a hunter’s job to look after civilians out here and you are classified as a civilian. The monsters encroaching your land is a threat.”

KC wanted so badly to say ‘no’, but she couldn’t tell Dave not to do his job. She growled—which sent her into another slight coughing fit—before turning on her heel and returning to mount her chocobo. “You’re the worst, Dave! Why do you have to do your job so well?” She yelled as best as she could with her strained voice. The woman whistled a specific tone and Walker trotted back over to the chocobo and jumped to sit in front of KC; she reached into her pouch to give him another treat. “Be sure to get them to call me before they arrive so I can meet them at the gate or else they could be in trouble.”

“I will. You best get your backside into bed when you get home.” Dave called as KC turned her chocobo around and dashed away; she acknowledged him with a raise of a hand.

Now it was time to call the boys to arrange the whole hunt contract. The thing was, while Dave would be very specific about having call KC before stepping on her property, the veteran hunter would not count on the boys actually forgetting that one important step....

[invisira]

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!?!?! The hidden dungeon?!? There’s monsters!?! Where!?!?! Omfg!?

after completing the game and going to balouve mines, steyliff grove, crestholm channels, daurell caverns, and costlemark tower, you gotta go to ezra at the meldacio hunter hq to start the menace dungeon quests. you’ll revisit all of these dungeons that i’ve listed and find the secret door in all of them that looks like this. 

each dungeon has at least one boss fight and each dungeon is a little different in terms of why it’s difficult. like steyliff has 100 levels (it took me several hours to complete this one), costlemark locks all of your items so you can’t heal at all, etc. 

basically it’s just one long tunnel going down, and in each room there’s an enemies to fight. they all have branching paths, too, that lead you down the wrong way so you fight even MORE enemies. and also once you get into a dungeon, you can’t leave it unless you beat it or reload.

oh and one of the dungeons has 3489809280 sith lord master tonberries that’ll wreck you.

have fun.