#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.)

[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."

[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]

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.

[our-heartless-angels]

such a mood

-looks at @theghostavocadoe -

Most blessed type of fandom experience tbh

[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)

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Something I find interesting is that when Gladio is grieving or hurt, when he needs an outlet, he needs to push forwards or fight (see his DLC episode + post chapter nine). He gets angry, that’s his response to internal struggles.

Noctis, on the other hand, withdraws and becomes quiet. For lack of a better word, he doesn’t really emote except for irritation when Gladio pushes him. He has a quieter anger - though anger is definitely still there. In general, Noctis is fairly aloof - even through all his occasional quips and wisecracks (Like a cat).

The contrast in their responses, and Gladio’s pushing, therefore becomes something detrimental to their dynamic at times (post chapter nine. Genuinely wanted to strangle Gladio there, not going to lie).

[discordiansamba]

Do twins discuss Noctis' name? Maybe someone mentions it not being very Japanese? I can totally imagine Yukio being... not that impressed, like... that's a weird name? But Rin loves it:D

They definitely bring it up! They speculate that he could be half-foreign, since 'Okumura' is definitely a Japanese name. Noctis just shrugs like. he's pretty sure his grandmother was at the very least only half-Japanese with a last name like Egin, so they're not horribly far off the mark.

Rin 100% thinks Noctis' name is cool as hell. Noctis just nods to himself like. Yeah, yeah, you would think that wouldn't you, buddy? That's why this is my legal name now and Mephisto refuses to let me change it. He knew exactly what he was doing when he agreed to it.

[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*

[chocobrohs]

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

[tiffanyelectricity]

Behold, the most non-threatening mob to grace our screens... The Moo from Klonoa: Door to Phantomile

They usually just walk around without a thought in their head.

Hey look, this one seems like it just wants a hug!