#verse; crownsguard (ffxv)

[optimisticrobin]

@sinefinemors continued from here.

Cor had warned him that Mors could be a little...eccentric and he wasn't wrong. The grip on his face hurt as the man's fingers dug into his cheeks but he made no attempt to stop him. When he was finally released, he straightened in an attempt to mask his momentary shock.

"Why thank you. It's not every day you get such a compliment from royalty," he replied with a smile before bowing his head. "Richard Grayson, Your Majesty. My friends call me Dick, but you can call me Cor's replacement if you wish."

As Mors moved towards his closet, Dick turned his back to him to give him some privacy. He knew that if he was in his position, he wouldn't want someone watching him all the time. It was his job to protect Mors, not to impose on him.

"If that is what you wish, Your Majesty." He didn't mind escorting him. He'd just have to be that little bit more vigilant since there would be more people around. "You do realise you outrank him, right? He can't stop you from going into town if you want to."

[tidecrux]

DISTRUST PICKS AT THE CHORDS OF HIS HEART , & THE RHYTHM IT CREATES IS UNSETTLING , TO SAY THE LEAST . riku grimaces as the hustle & bustle of the big city offends his overly - perceptive hearing . he can hardly focus , it's all stirring inside of him , rapidly overcoming . from a quiet sea - side town to the skyscrapers of insomnia , he doesn't know if he'll ever feel at home here . especially not with the creepy man he finds presently at his side . ❛ i won't say anything . i don't trust you . ❜

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@curenone . . . ♡

[sylleblosscm]

@sapphiren​:

✂ reverse (Jean’s FFXV verse!)

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Symbol Starters [accepting]

✂ - for my muse to rescue yours from danger (+rev)

It is in Luna’s nature to trust, and in her nurture to remain cautious. And a warall its own to wage with herself as she finds treachery in these once-beautiful lands. Frittering just beyond the Empire’s grip, drawing their ire from Noctis but never going so far as to seem lost to them, her duty doesn’t falter. Nor does it wait. With Titan behind her, Gentiana called away on divine business and Umbra on a mission of his own, Luna is left with Pryna and a few kind strangers for the night. 

 Or not so kind, it seems, as they had taken the first chance available to restrain her. Turning the Oracle over to the Empire (and any number of other shady characters) must certainly carry a hefty reward, but Luna finds herself less frightened and more confused as to why the Gods do not answer her prayer for rescue. She cannot die here - there is still work to be done. 

 Pryna bares her teeth in a way most unbefitting of her gentleness, and Luna dearly hopes never to see the sight again. Drawing breath to admonish her kidnappers and demand kinder treatment for her companion, her fury is drowned out by a sudden slam. And in what was the doorway moments ago, Luna finds her trust at last. Even if all citizens do not have her wellbeing at heart, she knows where there is the Lucian Crownsguard insignia, there is safety just beyond.

[ofblazefire]

@dragoonxdive​ liked for a starter

The rosette had heard words about the Dragoon, about her skills and other things. Such as ones telling her she can be trusted as an ally. Lightning glanced her over, raising a brow at her attire but not daring to commenting on it as she didn’t want the topic of their little chat to be about her armor.

“Word about you is getting around quickly. I didn’t believe it at first until I spoke with Prompto.”

[stonecoldmeme]

Zoning out while washing dishes this morning did me no favors.

Couple of notes beforehand: this is AU as hell and not actually a verse here.  Yet.  Just supposing a thing that keeps poking at me.  I have nothing to actually do with this idea except write it down so... may as well share it.  Exorcising daemons, etc.

Also, this supposes that Bahamut is kind of actually a giant dragon-armored dick.  So.  Yeah.

After Prompto's outburst, the group manages to return to Hammerhead.  Plans are made to rebuild, both their own lives and the world around them.

It's several months after that, in the middle of trying to come to terms with what happened and Noct's loss, when Talcott discovers another old tome.  There are few daemons remaining even in the underground darkness, and with the increased ease of exploration, many things get picked up.  Found, exchanged.  Between collecting various bits and Ignis' own consideration, they discover a troubling idea: The Chosen wasn't meant to die.  Not exactly.

The Chosen was indeed hand-picked, meant to surrender his life to the crystal; after he had absorbed the crystal’s power and refined it, after the Lucii passed through and stood with him.  When The Chosen King was the perfect apex of not only his own power, but the culmination of his entire bloodline’s, he was once again absorbed into the crystal.  Noct's soul is trapped in an artificial heaven.  There are even suggestions that the Oracle may be trapped with him, both acting as a kind of battery for the crystal itself; and the God immediately connected to it.  There is nothing stopping Bahamut from draining them dry and returning to ensnare another bloodline.  Now that the royal line is broken and all the dead kings disconnected (including the Lucii), their energy is all Bahamut's for the taking.

It’s Prompto who actually points out that it’s not just about Noctis; they need to stop this, not allow it to continue for someone else to deal with in a likely distant future.  So, they gather those they trust most, and they search for more information.

It’s eventually determined that they can reach the realm where Bahamut sleeps from Angelgard.  They have no idea how, but there are still folks who can build boats, and no one saw fit to refuse the requests of the former Crownsguard.  It’s an easy stretch of water to cross on a calm sea, and upon approaching the tomb, the prison--

All three of them can feel it.  Something thrumming, something other.

Ignis reminds them that there were indirect suggestions of the moon aligning with the window unlocking something, and so they wait.  Impatiently.  The thrumming is never loud, but it gets more obvious as night falls, and as they peer inside, see the moonlight spilling in, Prompto speaks for all of them, equal parts determination and embracing the ridiculous, as he draws his guns from his sides.  “Knock knock, motherfucker.”

[synnefo-nefeli]

Me looking at my notes for my long-suffering WIPs and remembering that I am also taking notes for two FFXV polyship road trip fics....

One is a 3+1 time story about how Noct chose and bound his crownsguard to him- aka fun with Lucian magic/traditions and an excuse for ritual sex

And another is based on an RP I am having with a friend, in an ABO-verse AU where Ignis a single parent, whose car breaks down out in the middle of nowhere at a diner run by Gladio who also owns a large chocobo ranch. Ignis’s daughter loves chocobos, and Ignis may or not be running from a loveless marriage he was forced into with Ravus for Niffleheim and Insomnia to reach a peace agreement thus potentially bringing a international crisis to Gladio’s peaceful doorstep- accepts Gladio’s offer for them to live on the farm until they get back on their feet.

And the mysterious hunter dressed like he’s an “emo-band reject” that’s been coming around because he has a crush on Gladio’s ranch-hand, Prompto, also may or may not be the missing Crown Prince who abdicated in protest over his promised Omega being sold off to Tenebrae. Things are about to get lively on the farm, and Gladio’s mom is debating over telling her son that his late father was supposed to be the king’s shield, and the alpha Gladio’s having a cold pissing match with, in another life would have been his prince to defend.

At least Ignis’ pies are selling like hotcakes at the diner.

[talesfantastic]

//Like or comment if you want to roleplay with Ignis Scientia from Final Fantasy XV! Muse Page Here.

Wishlist:

Ignis learning (or, let’s be honest, being forced to learn) that he has limits and has to respect them.

Also that his needs are valid.

Examples: overworking to the point of exhaustion / illness and someone else doing the caretaking, bonus if it’s someone he’s usually taking care of.

Exploring the deep bonds between him and Noctis or the other chocobros

Someone filling into the rather empty father-figure role for young!Ignis

Verses Under the Cut:

Final Fantasy XV

FFXV:

V: Little Hands (Childhood-Early Teens)

The childhood that wasn’t; the years growing up beside Noctis, first under the watchful eye of nannies and tutors, before taking over much of that himself despite barely being older than Noctis.

V: Ever Prepared (Late Teens)

A young man now, Ignis has started to come into his own. What he lacks in the polish he will gain as an adult, he makes up for in earnestness and hard work. He’s pulled in multiple directions by his duties - advisor/mentor/caretaker/confidante, etc to Prince Noctis on top of college courses and his new position in the Crownsguard.

V: The Trip of a Lifetime (Main Game, vanilla)

Covers the events of Kingsglaive through the main FFXV (not including Episode Ignis), up until Noctis’ entering the Crystal.

V: Bring Back the Dawn (World of Ruin)

The world is far darker without his prince than it had become just because he had lost his sight. Waiting for Noctis’ return - desperately hoping he will, but unsure of when as the years tick by - Ignis fights to relearn his skills and tries not to chafe under the well meaning but often thoughtless ‘help’ of his friends.

V: Take My Hand (No-Prophecy AU)

The setting of XV, but without the prophecy - details to be discussed on a thread-by-thread basis. The Starscourge may or may not exist as well depending on the needs of the thread.

[patsdrabbles]

Farra Highwind

Title: Farra Highwind Fandom: FFXV Series: Big Sister Aranea ‘verse (1/?) Rating: Gen Word Count: 1290 Summary: Farra Highwind was a practical woman. When she found out at age nineteen that she was pregnant – a fact that became obvious to everyone else as well soon enough – she already expected the discharge she got without comment a few weeks later. She had started to become fed up with the Nif army a good year ago already and, together with some of her equally unsatisfied messmates, stole a couple of decommissioned dropships and made them their new home. A/N: The first in a series of fics I’ve written (and drawings I’ve drawn - but those will follow later) for this verse since late July! In this verse it isn’t Cor or another member of the Crownsguard who finds and rescues Prompto, but Aranea! ^^ The fics are loosely connected and focus Aranea and her found family consisting of Prompto, Luna and Cor. Thank you @moonraccoon-exe for the advice and encouragement to post this as a series of fics! <3 Please enjoy ❤

AO3

Farra Highwind was a practical woman. When she found out at age nineteen that she was pregnant – a fact that became obvious to everyone else as well soon enough – she already expected the discharge she got without comment a few weeks later. She had started to become fed up with the Nif army a good year ago already and, together with some of her equally unsatisfied messmates, stole a couple of decommissioned dropships and made them their new home.

She didn’t like talking about the past, so the most some people knew of her was that she had joined the service at age fifteen, a solid fighter who had been ahead of many other recruits who had a year or two on her. And that was enough, in her opinion.

She was a levelheaded leader and treated her mates fairly, not like subjects to be commanded around for her entertainment, but like a group of skilled people who had to work together to fulfill a purpose – and that purpose was to earn enough to keep them all alive another week.

*

The empire had likely been displeased about the theft of the old dropships, if they ever had found out about it in the first place, but none of them had ever come after the group, so most of them considered their airborne homes safe. Farra still liked to listen in on the few army radio channels they had managed to reactivate, just to make sure their ways would not cross on accident.

*

Her daughter was much like her, Farra reckoned, and, most of the time, she was happy about it. Aranea was practical, knew when told to dodge and run without questioning her mother and overall was a fairly independent child.

Farra tried to spend more time with her every once in a while, whenever they had enough money to not be hunting things (or dangerous people) down or simply had time to kill. That wasn’t the case very often.

Aranea didn’t seem interested in that a lot, however, and spent a lot of her free time training with the two other kids on board. Most of the time, though, she trained alone.

There wasn’t a terrible lot to do on a dropship, after all.

Farra sighed and hoped that her daughter wasn’t too much like her.

She didn’t want her to experience the regret she still felt sometimes.

*

The day Aranea turned ten, Farra woke her up with a kiss on her tangled hair and smiled at her.

“Tell me what you want to do and we’ll do it.” She grinned and Aranea thought, for a moment, about how young her mother looked all of a sudden.

“I want to...” She paused. What did she want?

She wasn’t sure. She didn’t want to interfere with their ships’ destination, not go anywhere too far that it would inconvenience them if they had to return...

“Can we just watch a movie together?” she asked instead and smiled hesitantly at her mother.

Aranea could tell that she was trying, trying to be there, but she was gone a lot, always had been for as long as Aranea could remember and... while Aranea tried not to take it personally, tried not to let it affect her... she felt like she didn’t know her mother all too well beyond who she was when she was working and trying to keep everyone safe and alive.

Aranea didn’t have much to talk about with her. So a movie was probably the safest option.

*

Halfway through the movie, Farra got a call. Aranea paused the movie and watched as her mother’s face went through a set of different emotions – excited, assessing and, in the end, serious and determined.

“We’ll take it. We can be there by early afternoon.”

Aranea waited for her mother to explain what she already suspected.

“A new client. The job’s a big one, so it’s going to take a while. But it’ll pay us enough for us not to have to take any further jobs for several months after.”

Aranea’s eyes widened. That did sound like one big job.

“Can I come along again?” She had been helping out in hunts for the past two or three years now, as a bait or distraction at first and recently also as part of the attack group.

“It’s going to be too dangerous for you, I’m afraid.”

Farra looked at her with a gaze that told Aranea that arguing was pointless. She still wanted to come along, though, prove herself to the others and show them how her technique was improving.

Farra’s voice made her close her already opening mouth. “You’ll look after the dropships while we’re gone. The area where we’ll land will be rather close to the frontlines and if they shift, you’ll have to take the ships out of there until we’re back.”

Aranea nodded.

She hated the frontlines. They’d been near them several times already and every single time, the noises of war made her skin crawl with fear.

“Okay.”

Farra left to inform her people of their new mission. They didn’t finish watching the movie.

*

“Malu and Tirr are going to stay in the other ships. Feel free to turn on the comm to chat while we’re gone. No leaving the ships though, alright?”

Farra ruffled Aranea’s hair as her daughter nodded.

“When will you be back?”

Farra sighed. She truly didn’t know, could only guess. “Three or four days, at max. Five, if things get ugly.” She grinned, feeling certain that things would look up very soon.

“We’ll be back in no time and then we can finish watching the movie together. How about that?” She smiled and Aranea nodded.

“Sure.”

“Okay, alright then.” Farra hugged her goodbye and waved at her with a final look over her shoulder as the adults left the ships.  

*

They hadn’t returned by the end of the third day, or even the fourth. Not even after the fifth or an entire week.

Aranea didn’t know what to do.

Her mother hadn’t told her what to do when they didn’t come back.

She was stressed and worried and had already packed a bag to go look for them, when she heard something up above them, familiar and deadly, slowly coming closer.

She was running a second later, shouting while she made for the exit, hoping that Malu and Tirr heard her over the open comm channels.

*

In the end, she made it out alive. The other two didn’t.

Turned out the Empire knew about the stolen dropships. And found them conveniently landed near the frontlines they kept pushing toward Insomnia these days.

They didn’t hesitate long and instead of reclaiming the old ships, destroyed them.

Aranea didn’t sleep for three days as she kept running, hoping to find anyone of the people she knew. But everyone was gone and she didn’t have a home anymore either.

She cried another two days and, when the provisions she had packed started to run out, forced herself to stop and began searching for food.

She learned quickly that, while staying in them for too long was unsafe, there were more than enough empty houses and abandoned research facilities with more than enough provisions for her to survive on.

She wasn’t sure where to go, but considering the situation... She bagged the first map she could find, some two weeks in, and made into the direction she hoped Lucis was in.

There was a frontline to avoid, however, so she would be taking the long route.

If nothing else, she thought as she pushed back tears that were starting to sting her eyes again, she was persistent.

And she set out.

[secret-engima]

Any snippets you're willing to share? Nox verse is my favorite, but any of your ffxv verses would work. There is Drama, and I could use the distraction.

Ummm haven’t worked on anything new (because I am drowning in asks and have the attention span of a gnat sometimes) but lemme see if I have something older to share-

Here’s a short bit from Buckler-

...

     As Nox took the plate and utensils and eagerly sampled the food —ate slowly, like he already knew how badly a deprived stomach reacted to sudden food—, Axis settled crosslegged and huffed, “Consider it thanks for busting up that Nif base. It’s been an eyesore for a long time now.” Just like all signs of Niflheim rule were.

     After they had eaten the food, Axis somehow found himself talking Nox into staying on the Haven for the rest of the evening and night, to help heal his wound if nothing else —the fact that the kid wanted to wander off from a Haven and into the daemon-filled night did not give Axis much confidence on the boy’s survival instincts—. The fact that Axis was giving up his schedule and the three marks he needed to complete as soon as possible was pushed to the back of his mind. Porrima would never approve of him letting a thirteen year old wander off into the wilds while injured and so underweight —so scarred, and Axis shuddered to think how he’d gotten those scars, they didn’t look unintentional—. He’d just have to pick up the slack tomorrow or something.

     Axis settled down into a light sleep, ready to snap awake the moment he heard trouble from either Nox or the surrounding area, and promised himself that this was the furthest extent of his involvement with anything Lucis Caelum. He wasn’t a Shield, and he couldn’t afford to get distracted. He would bully the kid to the nearest town, maybe drop Dave a call about finding another stray that needed adult Hunter guidance, and then leave and never have to see or think about illegitimate royalty again.

     He really, really should have known better than to tempt the Astrals like that.

...

And here’s a longer bit from Stand Strong-

...

     “It’s … it’s okay,” Noctis muttered as he ducked his head, surprised by how … nice Drautos was —how was this the man all the servants and Crownsguard were afraid of?—, “thank you for … you know.”

     Drautos didn’t give the usual platitudes that “it was his duty”, just huffed in a way that almost sounded fond and resumed leading him by the hand toward the Citadel. They walked through streets and up stairs in silence, and Noctis blinked a bit when he realized that the further they got from Little Galahd, the harder it was to pick up Drautos’s scent. The man was already starting to suppress it again, even though they weren’t even in sight of the Citadel yet. Curiosity became the courage to ask, “Do you hate my dad?”

     Drautos jerked to a stop and stared down at Noctis, both eyebrows climbing toward his hairline, “I beg your pardon?”

     Noctis shuffled his feet and repeated, “Do you hate my dad?”

     The man’s eyebrows somehow climbed even higher, “…And what prompted that question, Your Highness?”

     “You’re starting to suppress your scent again, and in the Citadel you never let anyone catch your scent at all. All the servants say you do that because you hate my dad and his council.” Noctis hesitated, “They say you hate everyone in the Citadel, but … you don’t hate me, I think.”

     Drautos actually blinked several times before frowning at the horizon, as if it was some puzzle he couldn’t decipher. This his face smoothed over and he shook his head, “My opinions on His Majesty’s council are … mixed. But I hold no ill will toward the king, his bloodline, or his Pack.”

     “Then how come you always suppress your scent around everyone?”

     Drautos made a tiny gesture that might have been a shrug, “I don’t relax my scent around anyone who isn’t my Pack.”

     Noctis absorbed that information as they started walking again, let it roll over in his head as Drautos’s scent became fainter and fainter the closer they got to the Citadel. Another thought nudged its way to his tongue, “You didn’t suppress your scent when it was just me.”

     “I did not.”

     “You called me Little Sky, just like Amissa does.”

     Drautos’s lips twitched upward just a fraction before settling, “I did.”

     Noctis held his breath for a moment to push down the fragile want that flooded his veins again. Even if Drautos was an adult and not a kid, even if everyone else in the Citadel thought this man was scary, Noctis … Noctis wanted more Pack. He wanted to know that he wouldn’t be alone even if Ignis and his dad and Cor and Clarus ever had to leave —if anything ever happened to them in real life like it did sometimes in his nightmares—, “Does that … does that mean I’m Pack too?”

     Drautos was silent for what felt like an eternity, then the weapon-roughened hand holding his squeezed gently, “If you want it, Little Sky.” Drautos wasn’t looking at him, kept his gaze straight ahead, but his scent flared around them for a brief moment and his expression was something almost soft and his use of “Little Sky” instead of “Your Highness” was telling. Noctis was purring before he could think better of it, impulsively pressed closer to Drautos’s side and rubbed his cheek and chin along the man’s leather sleeve even though he had no scent of his own to use as a Pack marker yet. Drautos let him with a fond sort of chuff and squeezed Noctis’s hand again before suppressing his scent back to undetectable levels as one of the Citadel back entrances came into view.

[strictomiles]

@aegisregalis​ sent: //What is highest on your wishlist of plots to write on Gladiolus?

|| Hey, hey! Thank you so much for asking! (and may I just take a minute to say that I think you’re absolutely fantastic?)

Right now, I have a few verses i’ve made that i’d like to play around in (My FF 7 verse with Gladio being a SOLIDER and my verse where post FFXV Gladio takes over the reigns for Gilgamesh as the Immortal Blademaster though, changing up the tests as ideally there won’t be any more Shields and kings after the last Lucis Caelum is gone)

NOW, if we’re talking about more linear with XV things instead of AU’s. I’d really like to explore more of Gladio in the Brotherhood Era. I want to write more of his family dynamic and the early days of being in the Crownsguard and how he blossoms from a somewhat irritable kid to Noctis’ friend and protector such as in times when the first major scar on his face is fresh. 

[thejackalsden]

Alright - much as I didn’t want to do this, there are some changes coming to the MultiMuse as of today. Those are found UNDER the cut due to length of the post. If you don’t read it and wonder why something’s different, well then there’s no excuse.

The purpose of this post, however, for the part easily visible; I AM ON HIATUS. I’m dealing with...well, a lot. Some of it I don’t even know how to explain without being on a tirade, but just know, I’m on HIATUS until possibly sometime in July. We’ll see. Maybe sooner, maybe the end of this month, I legitimately do not know, I’m afraid. 

Onto the less fun bits.

Regarding my muses there are changes hitting almost all of them.

Axel/Lea from Kingdom Hearts

Until @aeternai​ is ready, he is in an indefinite frozen state. I’m open to discuss writing with him, but it will be very, very few and far between. His mental state to write in, is rough. He will not actively be displayed on the blog, as he is not an actively available muse.

Gladiolus Amicitia from Final Fantasy XV

Another not often used Muse. He will be available as necessary for interactions in threads already happening; I.E. making guest appearances in my other muse’s FFXV verses. He is not available for shipping. I have tried, and he does not conform readily to any ship. There is one hidden on the blog for him, but unless prompted, it will not make an appearance, and instead will be side mentions and vague. Maybe an occasional drabble. All in all, he will make small appearances, nothing major, and is not available for most interactions. Will not actively be displayed on the blog.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret from Final Fantasy XV

Similar to Gladio, she will make guest appearances where needed. Very rare, must be explicitly asked for before interactions. She is tied heavily to Cloud’s FFXV verse, so there will be side mentions. Will not be actively displayed on the blog.

Loki Laufeyson, a MCU & Mythos Hybrid

Due to the lack of interest for him, but the strength of the muse, he is still available. However; he will not interact with female muses. It is nothing personal as a mun, just how the muse works and has been developed over the years. No readily displayed on the Blog, but feel free to ask for him, he’ll still show up in the rules.

Lúcio Correia dos Santos from Overwatch

MY FROGGY BOI - He is obviously not going anywhere. I adore Lucio, I would love to write more as him, but he does fall under the secondary muse for this blog; due to the fact he is very selective at times. Feel free to ask for him, though!

Gabriel ‘Reaper’ Reyes from Overwatch

I thought I could maintain him on this blog, but due to the mental space that muse puts me in, both Gabriel & Reaper, I will be removing him from the blog. The old content from him will remain in place, but please don’t expect anything new for him, nor will he be accessible through Asks. Anything from here on regarding him, will be deleted, I’m just cannot write him.

Subject Delta from Bioshock

Due to there being no interest, he will be removed from the blog, loathe as I am to say that. I adore him as a muse, there just isn’t much I can do with him, I fear. He may make a reappearance in the future.

Princess Zelda from the Legend of Zelda Franchise

She has not formally been announced or introduced, however she will remain on the blog for use. I need to get her pages up still, but they are coming I assure you. I think she’ll be based more out of Ocarina of Time, or she’s going to be removed from any timeline and have remnants of each of her reincarnations. One of the two, we will see - that way any Zelda game is fair game, providing I do my research...

Angela ‘Mercy’ Ziegler from Overwatch

Has...admittedly mutated. Angie is a MAIN muse on this blog now. She has multiple verses; Overwatch, Apex Legends, FFXIV (Tied heavily with my Cloud’s), and a FFXV verse that ties in heavily with the Crownsguard, my Gladio, & my Luna. Do not hesitate for anything regarding this Muse. She is always awake; though if you’re looking for instant ships, sadly keep looking. Her main ships take priority; found in both @countrywestern​‘s McCree, @grimesucker​ (She loves her trash boy okay?), and @zestirix​ (Ignis most definitely, I think Ardyn too, still working on that one) - but those ships will take priority. I’m not against shipping (Give this woman love damn it, let her love you) but it takes chemistry and a connection with the muns as well.

Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII

Ah, my sassy trash son. Another MAIN muse on this blog. However he is single ship with @griefandpunishment​‘s Squall (If you don’t like reading Strifehart, I recommend unfollowing because these two get stupidly mushy sometimes) - the ship has been 5 or so years in the making (if not more, I legitimately don’t know how long it’s been) but all ships aside from this will be either platonic, or enemies at this rate. However, he also has multiple verses; VIII, XIV (Tied heavily with both Angela’s and Squall’s), XV - ties in heavily with my Lunafreya, and more! Feel free to ask for the sassy medic, though I assure you he has no interest, sexually or romantically, in any other muse besides a certain moody gunblader. Sorry.

Neova Lerouxisx, an Original Character

My baby is shifting to a Main muse. I have put too much work into her to have her sit idly. I’m going to try and get some interactions going on her, so we’ll see. There isn’t a universe she can’t fit in to - and she readily has verses for most Final Fantasy’s, Apex, Overwatch, LoZ (Tentatively) and more! Just ask, please! 

Now to end with some FAQs regarding my decision, to nip in the ass any questions that may crop up. Some of them deal with questions I’ve dealt with from when I had anon on, others I’ve had asked to my face SO moving on.

Anubis, why are you doing this?

My blog, admittedly, is a mess. I have all this muse for certain ones - even more than what’s upon this blog - but I have found myself craving something....more. One offs are fine, but I thoroughly enjoy my threads that have heft and length - as if you couldn’t tell. That is easiest to achieve, and maintain, with 3 core muses I have chosen. I never have an issue with any of those three, and it’s easier for everyone involved. Plus it makes it so no one is waiting months for a reply from one of my lesser used or the ones I struggle to maintain, like Reaper.

Why are you removing -insert muse-?!

Short answer? My blog, my sanity, I do what I want. Long answer? Please see above and reread as many times as needed for it to stick, thank you.

I have caught grief since I started this blog; I know some adore the muses here, and some don’t. I cannot, realistically, keep putting myself in dangerous headspaces to write. Not with what I’m dealing with IRL. I have since stopped trying to appease the masses, and am shifting this wholly to my entertainment.

Lawl, it’s just writing, who cares?

As a writer who takes pride in what they do, and how they write, and to whom characterization means everything; how dare, first off. If you are a writer who doesn’t care, you are not a writer worth my time anyways. Elitist? Perhaps.

Or perhaps I know what I’m willing to put up with, and what I expect out of my writing partners - especially knowing what I put in for their replies. It’s the least I could ask for, this understanding.

Why is Cloud single ship?

Why does Cloud do anything Cloud does, let’s be real. He has a genuine connection with that Squall. They have been together for years and apparently gravitated back together. I get along amazingly with that mun, I can ping ideas off them any given day - and they understand my molasses speed some days ^^’ It’s why I’m beyond comfortable wrapping Cloud in a bow and handing him to her.

Plus, Cloud licked Squall so, y’know, it’s his.

[shadowlink06]

About Episode Ignis (Contains Spoilers)

Someone asked me why I didn’t use Ignis as having his sight when I started writing the World in Ruin(WiR) fanfiction series. Even if this series stayed as the one-shot as I had intended, I actually don’t like the idea of “Verse 2″ and here is why.

Part of a trope of Ignis’s character, is that he puts Noctis life in a greater position than even his own. This is pretty much how all of the Crownsguards/Kingsglaives are supposed to operate under the “Glory to the Kingdom” type of mentality that we see with Nyx, Gladio, Cor, even Ravus by some extent. By the time Noctis had gone to Altissia, he was still immature and didn’t take his calling seriously. He hadn’t had any motivation to only do what others pushed him to and never really took charge of the situation. He needed a push.  If this sounds familiar, it’s Ardyn, although I suspect he enjoyed creating the catalyst because... well it’s him.

My impression has always been Ardyn never intended to kill Noctis during Episode Ignis, but he did want to see what Ignis would do in that moment since he loves messing with people. He knew Ignis would be desperate to protect Noct,  and rolled the dice to see what would happen. I doubt Ignis using the Ring of the Lucii was something that Ardyn predicted considering what happened to Ravus. Keep in mind, Ravus didn’t get to use the magic of the ring but was severely crippled by the Lucii when he was rejected. This is what I believe Ardyn wished would happen to Ignis to create further harm to Noctis and drive him to want to kill Ardyn. Ironically if Ignis would have died, Ignis would have been fine with it since he fulfilled his duty to the crown. This is Ignis’s sacrifice for his King. Ignis did it without a second thought regardless as what the outcome was, including death.

If I did Verse 2 and the crystal restored Ignis’s eyesight, this personal growth that would have been experienced would have been lost to Noctis. Not to say that he could have received it later, but the impact would not have been as prominent. Ignis’s sacrifice would have also been voided and I don’t like the god-modded situation since it made it seemed like no one lost anything of value even though they should have. While you can argue that Noctis lost Luna, the effect was not the same. If I am honest with you I find that Ardyn was a fool in this aspect of the story since Noct literally grew up with the chocobros and developed a different bond with them. Verse 2 in my opinion, is lip service to placate those gamers that didn’t want to see Ignis have a handicap and gave a rather *blech* happy ending to FFXV (not all stories should end this way, and Verse 2 was way too forced when you look at the plot holes from Verse 2). I argue that suffering can be good for a character's development since we saw Ignis adapt in the main game, clearly someone was bright as Ignis could have theoretically survived and thus he didn’t need his eyesight restored.

Noctis needed to understand the gravity that the actions that he does effects everyone around him. And Ignis being blind does this in my opinion. It made Noctis take a more proactive role, and made him think about the consequences of his actions. This is why I prefer the canon-style Ignis in this context of the Long Night rather than Verse 2.

Verse 3 (where Ignis died), would have actually been the preferred alternate ending for me because Noctis would have definitely have gotten a fire lit under his ass if he saw one of his friends die like Luna.

So basically... I doubt that I would ever write a fanfic based on that situation without some serious alterations to explain why Ignis got his sight back with no consequence to anyone around him.

[hartofbalamb]

//Hey guys

so for some reason or another I’ve followed so many of you without much interaction over the last couple of years. For that I am extremely sorry and mean absolutely nothing personal by it.

Because of this, and because I do spend a good deal of time in my home verses, I’m calling out all of my FFXV followers to come at me — inbox me asks, memes, anything you wish to send. I’ll reblog some memes to make it easier. 

For right now I’m only taking XV verse submissions, and will spend a bit of time in XV giving people love, so come poke at Crownsguard!Squall and lets get some stuff going!

[ofblazefire]

@kidsofthekelvinhero liked for a starter {for Noctis}

“Take it easy.” She held her hand out, trying to stop the prince from going any further. “Charging into them can be a death sentence. You need to realize that, Your Highness.” Yes, he probably knew this anyways but she spoke of this as a reminder. Everyone needed him, it wouldn’t do anyone good if he got hurt or even killed. “Just be careful.”

[stonecoldmeme]

The first dawn after ten years of darkness was remarkably silent.

At first.

Then came the screaming.  Prompto didn't break down into tears at the thought of what must have happened to bring the light, he screamed.  Blasphemed, cursed, defied and condemned the Gods for their cruelty, their uselessness, their false titles.  What good was their power, after all?  They'd done nothing.  Expected humans to be their pawns.  Expected a single bloodline to carry the weight of their inaction, and two men--two human men with thoughts and emotions, family and friends and lives torn apart--to ultimately suffer for it on either end.

There was nothing regal about Noctis pinned to the throne with his father's sword.  After Prompto had pounded the Citadel street until his fists were bloody and had screamed himself hoarse to no response save gentle whispers from Ignis and Gladiolus that he didn't even hear, turned and numbly tugged along with them to witness the true aftermath, that was when the blond finally sobbed.  When he bore witness to the throne.  Voiceless, gasping agony, mourning partly for his own loss, partly for the world's, but mostly for Noctis' life ending as it did.

[kestiis]

FFXV Verse

Born in one of Insomnia’s outlying territories, Cal was five years old when Niflheim invaded his home. He remembers very little about the attack or his childhood, including his parents.

The Kingsglaive were dispatched to defend the area and while it was too late to save his parents, Cal was found by Kingsglaive member Jaro Tapal. The man took him in as his adopted son. 

Tapal was a gifted swordsman and taught Cal everything he knew. Cal planned to serve Lucis when he grew up, either as a Glaive if he possessed the ability to harness the King’s magic like his adoptive father or a member of the Crownsguard if he didn’t.

At the age of 17, a treaty was announced between Lucis and Niflheim – his adoptive father was sceptical, not trusting Niflheim in the slightest. When the fighting broke out, Tapal found himself fighting the very men he called his brothers. He sought out Cal and gave his life to ensure he made it out of Insomnia.

Tapal was known for his rather unusual weapon – a blue, electrified blade. As he died, he bequeathed his blade to him.

After leaving the city, Cal was found by Prauf, a hunter who took Cal under his wing.

Tapal’s teachings and his own reckless nature meant that Cal often signed himself up for the more dangerous hunts, namely, daemons. He doesn’t actively go after Niflheim, but if an opportunity to screw them over presents itself, he takes it.

Cal possesses a rare ability called psychometry, a skill that allows him to see, hear and feel things associated with an object just by touching it. The skill is useful for tracking, but the feelings often overwhelm him, especially when he is met with an object of violence or dark history. For this reason he often wears gloves.