#noctis' thoughts

[our-heartless-angels]

giggles and kicks my feet

i love him

[our-heartless-angels]

@theghostavocadoe

me @ u

its kind of really awesome to be a huge fan of ur friends art because then they become famous to you. its not exactly the same as making friends with an artist u already look up to its like if michaelangelo was relatively unknown and posted his art to 1 discord server and his tumblr blog. and you just have to sit there like i need people to understand how cool you are. why aren't you being asked for autographs yet

[the-prima-vista]

Well... what can I say? You guys... are the best.

[our-heartless-angels]

i found this meme on Pinterest and it's literally me istg

[equinox-86]

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲!!

⋆┈┈⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅┈┈⋆

Shin was playing too rough... or maybe he wanted blood?

MY GOD HIS WHINING IN LP IS SO CUTE

Shin is a big boi in my hc. I have no idea how accurate their size difference is here. I might make Shin even more bigger and bulkier in his doggo form.

[our-heartless-angels]

mayhaps i should do this myself

Send me a ⭐ and I'll fill this out for you!

(Feel free to use, edit, steal, or share this as you like.)

[jepzer0]

I love the idea of promptis getting together in the dumbest way possible. Like prompto being exhausted after a long day and just forgetting that noctis doesn't know he's head over heals for him and so he kisses him goodbye before he gets out the car and goes inside, leaving a stunned and flustered noctis sitting in the back of the car with ignis and gladio giving him looks knowing looks as he processes what happened. And prompto doesn't even realise cause he's that tired. He just collapses onto his bed as soon as he gets in and sleeps way into the next morning where he wakes up to a series of texts from noctis, ignis and gladio and then realises what he did.

[monstatron]

DISTANT SILVER LININGS

( both obasi and noctis are butch lesbians, she/her ! )

GO MY YEARNING OLD WOMAN YURI‼️‼️

a warmup sketch from this morning, i’ve had this particular “vibe” in mind for noctis and obasi for a while and finally mustered the motivation to try to realize it. initially this was going to be a scene from the book but it stood well on its own as a brief glimpse into their… complicated situationship relationship :)

while “blade in the city” is a psychological horror/sci-fi book, i can’t deny that noctis and obasi’s intertwined stories are pivotal to the narrative.

The rented room was empty and dignity was fragile. Late hours of the night were fleeting, morning closed in on them like a phantom. Here the two stood beside a bed that was not their own. Sometimes being away from their homes made it all ache less. They didn't do much, only drank and talked until the sun began to rise. Thus, morning brought the reminder of what could not be. There was nothing to talk about once the sun breached the horizon.

Obasi had lost track of how many times they had ended up like this. Obasi never knew where it began or when to end it, only that they were doomed by the time they held one another. Too close for comfort, yet it felt agonizing to be apart. She decided she would try to put an end to it.

"I should go." Obasi murmured, her husky voice dampened to no more than a shallow whisper. Her heart skipped a beat. Bile made its home in her throat.

She felt Noctis’s grasp on her mane loosen, her hand shifted. “But you won't." Noctis trilled. Her voice was null of judgment, yet her piercing gaze gave Obasi a sense of belittling. Not that she minded; Noctis was right. Rather than pulling away from Noctis like she should have, her own hand drifted hazily upwards to hold Noctis.

Obasi remained in silence. She used all the strength that she could to avert her gaze from the shorter animan. Although she had known the Iron Bruiser for decades, inhibition chewed on her conscience. It gnawed on them both, picking apart their minds until there was nothing left besides the sound of hesitant breaths and beating hearts.

"No," Obasi's eyes flickered face Noctis. She held her breath. She didn't want to say goodbye to Noctis, her heart refused it. Her hand squeezed the other's wrist slightly, her voice cracked. "No, I won't."

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Something I saw somewhere is the idea that Regis didn’t raise Noctis in regards to becoming a proper King because of the prophecy/people perceive him that way (ex: Gladio thinks Noctis is spoiled and stuck up originally), and Noctis’s destiny not as King of Lucis, but the Chosen King of Light.

Sacrifice = isn’t going to get to rule.

But now I keep thinking about if he did raise Noctis as a king, because his visions from the crystal showed a far older Noctis on the throne of Lucis, a man in his thirties - old enough to be wed, old enough to have children of his own, old enough to have ruled (and probably not the youngest or shortest reigning monarch either, honestly).

And Regis knows what’s coming. He just doesn’t know how soon. He thinks his son has at least ten years more - a wedding, children, some sort of happiness in his future even if his is a life to be cut short too soon - but Noctis doesn’t.

Not in the way Regis thinks.

Noctis will die twenty years younger than Regis is killed at.

There’s the quips at the beginning of the game where ‘at least Noctis didn’t have to give a speech’ and so on, so he probably had lessons on elocution and was expected to write his own speeches at the very least, Noctis did have a variety of royal duties to attend to such as reading political reports - so he was raised to rule. Maybe he just wasn’t raised as intensely as others before him were?

Also, Noctis is capable as both a Prince and I think as a King. We see it in Altissia with the choices he can make and so on. Graduated top of his class.

[our-heartless-angels]

such a mood

-looks at @theghostavocadoe -

Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

[our-heartless-angels]

Maturing is realizing that George's Sephiroth voice and Tyler's Sephiroth voice are both equally amazing and that neither are better than the other.

[phoenixwithapencil]

Here’s an evil thought: a version of ffxv where all the foundational bits are the same.

Except

There is no decade long reflection.

I think a decade of darkness, a decade of Noct being all but dead, a decade of being curled up in the void with naught but endless blue and Bahamut and memories as company, at the end of which everyone walks into the capital chin up and dressed to the nines to go kick ass knowing the ending and accepting it- makes the whole thing feel very fair, very regal. It’s all very just, don’t you think?

But without it, Noct is twenty and he touches the crystal and gets its powers-

And then he gets the truth.

Does that feel just?

You’re going to fight Ardyn, Bahamut will inform Noctis, and you must not die before you defeat him. And then you will die afterwards. To save the world, of course.

Does that feel just?

Noctis ascends the throne at twenty, bruised and battered and wearing raiment that feels like dressing up in his father’s clothes. He says goodbye to his friends, who at most a month ago believed their journey had reached a happy end with a wedding in Altissia. Their friend will die and the world will keep spinning for it and time will march on for it. Noct’s voice wavers, cracks, as he tells his friends to walk tall.

And then he’s gone.

Does that feel just?

Anywho thanks for listening to the nth reason for ‘why Bahamut is actually just a vile trickster masquerading as an arbiter of justice and is the true BBEG of ffxv’ (because without that decade timeout corner no one would be remotely as chill about the ending as they end up being)

[grandwitchbird]

Ardyn Izunia dragging himself through the blighted world he tried to save by taking all its pain into his own body. A healer crucified for millenia for the crime of healing his people. Causing as much chaos as he can because his own gods cursed him to carry the weight of their mistakes. And when he fought back they tortured him into something like defiant compliance. So he becomes a genuine monster perfectly crafted to destroy the world. Because now his fate and the fate of the world he tried to save rests in the hands of yet another chosen sacrifice. One he can’t save. One that wears the face of his first and worst betrayer. One that can hopefully kill him.

[our-heartless-angels]

*Insert Sono Chi no Sadame here*

I wanna submit a request

Uhhhhhmmhhuu can you draw bizarro sephiroth?? 🙏 I love him but I've been too daunted to try to tackle him myself 😔

Love your art!!

my final fantasy....? more like my final NIGHTMARE........ *laugh track*

[discordiansamba]

(slides you this noctis au snippet. it is once again shiemi time.)

"Do nephilim like flowers?" She'd blurted out the question before she'd even realized it. "Mm," her grandmother frowned, "-it's hard to say. They're just like people. Not every human likes flowers, right?" Shiemi nodded. She didn't understand how someone couldn't like flowers, but she knew that much. After all, she and her grandmother loved flowers, but her mother wasn't nearly as interested. She didn't hate them, but… "Do you want to give him a flower?" Shie asked. "Yeah!" Shiemi nodded. Shie smiled. "I think that's a great idea." Shiemi smiled, looking about the garden for a good flower to give him. She picked a vibrant purple pansy, before hurrying back inside the store. The nephilim was still there, accepting a package from her mother. He caught her eye as she peeked at him from behind the wall, and gave her a friendly wave. Clutching the stem of the pansy, Shiemi took in a deep breath and entered the store. "U-um," Shiemi held the pansy out, "-t-this is for you!" The nephilim blinked, staring down at her in surprise- then broke out in the brightest smile she had ever seen. He knelt so that he was at her level, accepting the pansy from her. "Thank you," he said, "-it's pretty." "I-it's called a pansy!" She blurted out. "We grow them! Here! Grandma does!" …and then she lost her nerve and darted behind the counter. "I'm sorry," her mother apologized, "-this is my daughter, Shiemi. What's gotten into you today? You usually never talk to the customers." "Nah, it's fine," the nephilim stood up, "-anyone would be happy to receive a flower. Thank you, Shiemi!" She should say something, Shiemi thought- but no words came to her. "Sorry," her mother apologized again, "-she's actually terribly shy." "Ah, Yukio's like that too," he said, "-he's been getting better since he started grade school, but it's still a process." "Really?" Shiyumi asked. "Maybe we should introduce them sometime." "Yeah, maybe!" He grinned. "Then, thanks as always. Bye-bye, Shiemi!"

[chocobrohs]

thinking about cozy chocobros all cuddling in the tent on a rainy and cold night. i love them so dearly