Maybe I’m an old man but goddamn, these vampires with blood dripping down their chins–that’s your food!! THAT’S YOUR FOOD!! Close!! Your!! Mouth!! You think some asshole slobbering chicken noodle soup or yogurt or clam chowder all down themselves would be sexy??? What makes you any different, you sticky-stained slackjawed screwball??? Close your mouth!! Use a napkin!! And for godssakes stop looking so smug, like, “Oooo, I’m a creature of the night look at what sustains me” yeah uh huh a fucking lack of basic hygiene is what I’m seeing and it is not impressive!! At all!! My nephews are three years old and they drool less than you do!! You’re how many centuries old?!?! ACT LIKE IT
sometimes just existing in the same space as someone is so lovely. sitting on a couch together, not speaking. you, seated next to me reading separately and listening to music. even if we aren’t exchanging words, there’s a comfortable silence and the love is always there.
I am saddened to hear that the Holidays are a time of the year that cause to feel more uncomfortable, rather than make you excited. Well then, that simply will not do, and we shall have to do our best to set that right.
My dear, I want you to remember something for me.
The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another.
Now, while I understand that simply thinking of something other than what is making you anxious is easier said than done, I wish for you to, instead, imagine me there with you.
Imagine my arms around you, holding you in such a way that you are the most comfortable with when you are at your most anxious. I want you to imagine me speaking softly into your ear, asking you to breathe slowly in time with me as we breathe in and out together. And that I will always be right here for you, and together we shall get through that which makes you nervous.
Now see…you have thought of something entirely different than what was making your heart race. Perhaps now, it races for an entirely different reason.
Know too, that I that I will keep you safe from harm. And I will be very glad to hold you as long as you desire, till you can face things on your own again.
You are very brave, my dear.
Know that it takes a strong person to ask for help, and I am so very proud of you for doing so.
Prom and I had a bit of downtime and figured we’d check in with you, cause well… it’s been awhile and you’ve been on my-our minds a lot lately.
I know the two of us don’t get to hang out with you as much as we would like, but we’re going to do what we can to keep in touch. I thought about sending Umbra your way with a note or two, when–you know I can’t get you off my mind? I mean, I know you like Umbra, and he likes you, so I know he’ll find you easily enough–
Dude, you are entirely lovesick.
Shut up! And you’re not?!
….okay. Okay ye-yeah, you uh, you got me there buddy…
Uh… right! Ok um. H-Hi.
Well, I had planned to tell you all the things we’ve been up to lately, but…now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure most of it would be pretty boring to you. Heh. I guess that’s how it goes with being an adventurer!
Well.. I mean, c’mon. If you think about it, we’re out here doing what an adventurer would! Yeah? We’re even sending notes and things home to our loved ones right?
Dude! Do…do you think Umbra would mind if I sent a few pictures along?
Nah, he’d be fine with it, c’mon, how bout we send a selfie their way?
Sometimes we all think that we can take on the world. And that if we don’t shoulder what we take on, well, it’s almost like we’ve failed in some way. But I want you to remember…
It’s alright to say no, and it’s alright to say you can’t.
Saying you can’t doesn’t make you weaker.
Believe me Sweetheart, I know how it is to think that you’re worth a whole hell of a lot less than you think you are because you’ve taken on everything you can possibly take on at once.
Besides, when it gets to be too much…I’ll help shoulder what I can.
so, as a celebration to the fact that wrathion is (probably) returning in battle for azeroth, this remake of an old mv from april felt especially fitting to post now! i changed a few things from the last one so hehe. enjoy!
Albino Black Dragon, Anduin Wrynn, the Dragon of Stormwind.
Idea based off a fanfic i read awhile ago where Anduin is old and on his death bed, and Wrathion can’t stand him dying, so speaks to several powerful people who can help turn Anduin into a black dragon, so that they can live together. In the fic Anduin looks just like Wrathion as a dragon, but I came up with this idea. Same powers as a black dragon, just different color pallet.
Shows up to Stormwind like “sup I stole a door knocker and had it made into armor”
Anyway, I’ve seen a bunch of people doodle this boi in alliance themed regalia and I figured I’d take a stab at it. I wanna do a fancier piece with this design later.
The Pridelands filled with excitement the day that Princess Kiara gave birth to her cub. A potential future queen, though not likely, didn’t call for any less of a celebration. A spring breeze blew through the air, whispering into the Pride Rock caverns, and ruffling the fur of a glowing mother.
Kiara smiled down at the small bundle of fur nestled between her paws. She and Kovu were ecstatic with their newfound life of parenthood. They’d waited for several months after their coupling to try and conceive, as they did not want to take spotlight away from her brother, Kion, who’d recently reached adulthood and was the talk of the kingdom; a handsome, powerful lion living within the pride and aiding the land with his Lion Guard of not so lion members.
Today was her day though, as she loved the spoiling grins from her father, Simba, and the loving nods and whispers from her mother, Nala, as they met their new grandchild. Kiara was fearful of her ability to be a mother, and Kovu anxious of his ability to raise a cub, worried he’d been too tainted from his own childhood with Zira to even know how to be loving towards a cub, but she had faith in him; faith in their relationship, that they’d raise the best little cub the Pridelands had ever seen.
She waited silently in the caverns, unable to take her eyes off of the cub. Kiara smiled as she lowered her head and gently breathed in the breath of her baby. She nuzzled the small tuft of fur already fluffed up on the top of her tiny head.
“My sweet, sweet cub,” she whispered, watching as the bundle squirmed and yawned at the sound of her voice, “may you know no fear, and only love; you have the entirely of a proud lineage standing behind you, willing to give their life for you…” she flinched slightly, as she reluctantly thought of harm coming to her cub. Kiara blinked the tears from her eyes and sniffed the warm, milky scent of her cub’s tummy.
“I will name you… Akina,” she started, smiling again as she looked on at her daughter, who was now nuzzling into the pad of her paw, “so you will never go without knowing that you are loved. You’ll forever have a bond with your family, whether it be blood or spirit, it will never be broken…”
Akina mewled pathetically between her mother’s paws, as if she were protesting the name and already displaying signs of her feisty personality. Kiara purred and proudly perched over her cub, awaiting the ceremony that was soon to come to introduce her to Simba’s Kingdom.
I went back and did the scene after turning off Prompto’s filters lol turns out it looks better in black and white lol But this shot looks okay in color.
Smth fun i wrote featuring my favorite 30 y/o babe tagging my other favorite babe @promptoschocohoe
You woke up, groggy, still tired in spite of the few hours of sleep had gotten the night before. You felt the sun kiss your bare skin as you stretched, smiling as you basked in the warmth of it.
It is true what they say, that you don’t realize what you had until you lost it, and that could be said when it came to the sun, which had come back not long ago, thanks to the efforts of your husband, Prompto, and his close friends.
You had known Prompto for several years before then, before he even left for Altissia. He was always a sweet, loving man, and as he grew further into himself, a more protective lover. You truly were blessed to have him.
You smiled and lowered your arms from their stretch, scratching your neck and looking sleepily at your beloved, running your free hand along his toned arm, just taking the time to stare at his peaceful face.
Over the past few months, after the sun’s return, he began to regain his spunk, albeit, he was less excitable than before the king’s and the sun’s disappearance; his eyes had become more brighter, his bags beginning to fade as he was allowed more room to relax, his hair began to become lighter at the roots, and-
“Mmm… Morning, baby,” he muttered huskily, turning to look at you.
“Mornin’, boo bun,” you replied, gently combing through his hair with your fingers, causing him to close his eyes and smile.
He smiled, pulling your hand from his hair and sat up, kissing your knuckles and then set your hand down, giving you an eskimo kiss. You giggled at this and opened your closed eyes, as you pulled away, just taking the time to look at his beautiful face.
“What’re you lookin at, chocoboo?” He asked.
You got closer to his face, examining his cheeks closely, as you noticed the constellations that dusted his cheeks were now more prominent and pronounced. You cooed and brushed your thumb over his cheek.
“My precious sunshine’s sunspots are coming back!” You cooed softly, smiling.
Prompto whined and scratched the scruff that was growing on his jaw.
“No! They totally ruin my cool, menacing appearance! Now my trainees won’t be intimidated,” he complained.
You ignored his statement, diving in to kiss each freckle.
“I missed you,” you said, kissing a freckle. “I missed you. I missed you. I missed you,” you continued, punctuating each sentence with a kiss.
Prom scrunched up his nose, trying to hide a smiled as you pelted his face with kisses.
“Babe, that tickles! I’m gonna die!” He exclaimed.
You held his cheeks in your hands, squishing them, and looking him in the eye.
“Then perish,” you whispered before falling back into the bed with him and assaulting his cheeks with more kisses.
He giggled and carded his fingers through your hair, allowing your kisses to continue.
“Y’know I have to get to work soon… Don’t want Gladio yelling at me for being late again,” he reminded you.
You pulled away and looked down at him and then pouted, rolling over onto the other side of the bed, and crossing your arms.
“Fine. But I’m not gonna like it.”
He grinned at your cuteness and kissed your forehead before getting out of bed.
“I’m not gonna like it either, but rebuilding a kingdom takes time,” he smiled fondly at you before exiting to the bathroom.
Those who complained FFXV lacks character development didn’t play the game as it was supposed to be played
I haven’t even finished the game – just got to the point where Noctis wakes up from his coma – and I can tell that it has character development.
Yes, it may be small in comparison to some Final Fantasy games, but it is there – and can be quite large, too, if you actually take time to notice. The development isn’t in your face. It’s not some sort of huge revelation. It’s a subtle change that you see more in real life. It doesn’t happen suddenly, it doesn’t happen with large fireworks and dramatic music.
But in order to see that development, you can’t just rush through the storyline and expect it to be there. The game, being an open world, was meant for a non-linear story. Side quests are supposed to be played. The land is meant to be explored. There are so many little quips and lines of dialogue that add more to the characters, scenes that tell of backstory and show how much the characters evolve over the course of the game.
The episodes only add onto this, and are necessary to understand the characters in full. They add backstory, they add personality, they add motive. Without them, you have not experienced the game to its full potential.
Prompto. I see a boy turn into a man. I see fear turn into courage. A frightened child, terrified of being alone, and then terrified of what he may be. He was quiet. Shy. Afraid to speak up for himself. And throughout the entirety of the story, he doesn’t think for himself. As stated in his episode, he thinks about what others want, never what he wants.
And by the end of that episode, by the time he reunited with everyone, he realizes what he wants, and he chases after it. He realizes who he is and he’s stronger because of it. He’s a clone, yes, but he’s the only clone who grew up as he did – and he knows it. He trusts the others to trust him.
Despite his fears, despite his doubts, despite not even knowing how to fight, he fights to defend his friends. He fights and grows stronger. Not just emotionally, not just mentally, but physically as well. And by the time Noctis goes to the crystal? He’s hardened, he’s ready, he’s motivated. He may be afraid, but he knows how to put that aside now, and do what really needs to be done.
Gladio. I see a frightened soldier, unfit for battle, turn into a hardened warrior. I see a troubled man turn into a more understanding one. Yes, he’s got some problems under his belt. He lets his stress get to him too much. He ends up snapping at Noctis a few times, but you know what? While he does go a little too far, it’s what Noctis needs. If left to mourn as he wanted, Noctis would not have been able to do as he needed. He would not become the king he needed to be. And I have a feeling that he knows that, as well.
Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I want to talk about his own development. Very, very rarely do I see a character like Gladio – a thickheaded, jock-like character with bulging muscles – break down and admit that he’s frightened. I rarely see a character like him shape and overcome that fear, just enough to realize what he needs to do, himself. It’s so refreshing to see that kind of thing addressed. He starts out terrified he can’t protect his friends, terrified he’ll lose them along with his city. But he learns how to fight for not just himself, but for his King, his kingdom, his country.
He comes to understand that what he did was wrong, that he should not have pushed Noctis as much as he had. And he lets up. Yeah, sure, it was after Ignis snapped him out of it, but it happens. He shows pride in Noctis’s own revelations and continues to follow him. He’s not just some body guard. He’s Noctis’s friend, Ignis’s friend, Prompto’s friend. He uses his fears of not being able to protect them, and turns it into the motivation to become stronger and do his absolute best.
Ignis. I’ll admit, I haven’t played his episode yet. I was warned to play it after the game. But already, I see development in him. In the beginning, he’s quiet. He’s just there to aide Prince Noctis, as his advisor. He doesn’t have much to him. He’s so quiet, reserved, he doesn’t know what to say. Only when enticed to speak (such as Prompto mentioning his food) will he ramble about something. Otherwise, he has moments of advice.
But he ends up a strong supportive character. Even when blind, he remains strong and fights his way through everything. He refuses to give up. He refuses to let go of his hope. I see a man determined to stay by not just his King’s side, but his friends’ sides. I see a man devoted to making sure everyone will be okay, regardless of who it is. I see a man who becomes willing to defy the word of others, to not long sit idle and listen. He becomes the voice of reason, not just the voice of logic.
And I’m sure there’s even more to him in his episode. I just haven’t gotten there yet.
And finally, Noctis. I see a whiny prince turn into a regal king. I see fear turn into determination. I see pain turn into resolute anger. He starts off uncaring about so many things, angry and hurt with the loss of so much. Throughout the course of the story, he loses everything he has, and thus loses sight of what he needs to do and where he needs to go. He doesn’t know what to do, even with the help of his friends. He barely even trusts them to help, believing he must go about on his own.
And as time goes on, he learns. He learns how to trust them, he learns how to do as he needs, he learns his duty as not a prince, but a King. He steps up into his father’s shoes, learns the ropes the hard way. He learns how to trust his friends, follow their advice, and knows they will support him. He learns the balance between mourning and fighting. He grows into a soldier, ready to face the world head on.
I don’t see a whiny brat of a prince, not giving a shit about what he needs to do. Through conversation, through scenes, through fighting, I see a man who learns what he must do and where he must go. I see a True King.
And these characters have so much more than that. It’s not supposed to be taken at face value, you have to take the time to notice. But it’s there, and it’s powerful. I have never seen a game address these kinds of delicate things so well before, and in realistic ways.
Change is not a sudden revelation, complete with fanfare and 180 turns.
Change is gradual. Change is subtle. Change is for those who care to notice it.
And if you can’t see that kind of development, did you really play the game? Or did you play the story?
So I’m sitting here listening to music and thought of an idea for an Ardyn focused AU. Don’t get me wrong, I love him as a villain, but also, I want to see him just break the prophecy before it started.
Like, just imagine for a moment the reason the royal family has magic is because they’re related to the gods, but chose to walk a mortal life. But as time went on, the reason they had magic was lost. That long before Ardyn was born, the knowledge was lost to them. The gods remember though.
Then the scourge is introduced, and people in Ardyn’s time start getting sick. The gods could have eradicated it themselves, but at the cost of also becoming mortal and losing their magic. Why should they do that though? It would take time, but eventually, they could restore one of the blood line of Lucis to godhood and let them end the scourge by giving up their godhood and magic for good this time. The brothers would serve for this. One would be king, while the other would fall into the scourge.
So they put a plan into action. They appear to the Lucis Caelums and give them the crystal, something that will slowly start siphoning the magic from each successor of the line and storing it until the one they deem ‘the king of light’ is born. They tell them it is the soul of their world and that it must be guarded by the Lucis Caelums, that their magic is divine and was the best fit to over see it’s safety. Which of course they readily agree. The rite to tie the crystal to their line is planned for the next day, and each member will offer themselves up to the crystal to be judged on who will be it’s first protector.
But like, alright, through time shenanigans, imagine that young Ardyn goes to bed that night and dreams of thousands of years. He sees everything. The rise and fall of himself. His brother being tricked by the draconian into ‘killing’ him. Years of isolation in the prison on Angelgard. Getting free and walking into a world where the people have forgotten him. Learning early on that isolation was better than watching people he grew attached to die while he still lived. Hearing the plans the god had for his family. Growing hopelessly entrapped by the chains of the ‘prophecy’ and trying to change it. Being beaten into submission by the gods through the passage of years. The gods won’t let him die until he accepts that he’d to die on their terms. And when he accepts it, Noctis is born.
This part of the dream is the most vivid. Imagine him seeing Noctis, seeing that he has the face of brother, and his chest hurts. But he plays the roll of the villain and gets lost in the thought that soon, it’ll finally be over. He’ll die finally. He’ll have peace and…
Then he wakes, and he screams. He screams and cries, and REFUSES. With his heart beat in his ears, he runs to the crystal. He knows the truth. That it’s a shackle to the god’s will. His magic has always been HIS, and is not tied to the crystal. Not yet. He hasn’t received the order from the crystal, the gods really, to heal the people and allow the scourge to infect him down to his very soul. He knows what he is, and the crystal is at it’s weakest then. The only magic that has touched it has been from the gods that made it.
His brother and father run through the door the moment he places his hands on the surface of the crystal. And upon touching it, he’s in the Draconian’s realm, standing before a god. And he screams at him, accuses him, and firmly states that he refuses to let his family be used. The Daconian’s roars and an argument for the ages ensues. But the god doesn’t have a leg to stand on.
And before the Draconian can make a physical move, to stop him from foiling their plan, he’s back outside the crystal and forcing all his magic into it’s surface, splitting and cracking it apart with his fury. As it cracks, magic rips through the air. Flashes of the future, projected from Ardyn’s mind, echo around him and his family. And when it breaks apart, he collapses. It shatters, and when it does, it rips the magic from the gods, and kills the scourge before it can even really get a foot hold in the world.
i love how in final fantasy xv, prompto still looks like an adult
he’s a soft boy, the civilian of the group. he doesn’t have any fighting experience. he’s the chipper, happy-go-lucky, excitable one. (yeah, i know he has some shit he deals with, but in general, THAT’S how he’s shown to be.) he loves chocobos, makes video game and movie references constantly, hates fighting, and so much more
when you see this kind of character in a video game, they’re often small and fragile. they don’t have any muscle. they have a round face and big eyes. they have a higher voice. they look, more or less, like a child
but not prompto
he’s got a square jaw, amazing biceps, a thick neck. his voice might be high, but it’s still very masculine, not childlike in nature. while he is small and thin, he still has the square shoulders. his eyes, while blue, aren’t as big as they could be. they still hold a more masculine aura. same with his lips. thin and gentle yes, but his smirk— he’s a fine young man, and his appearance reflects just that
Everyone, I get that it sucks that Episode Luna/Aranea/Noctis were cancelled, but it isn’t like they “chose” to finish Episode Ardyn because of “misogyny”.
They already put money and time into Episode Ardyn. They’ve probably been working on it for a while—it was slated to be the first DLC released in late winter (likely January.)
They are finishing it because they already sunk too much into it. The employees were probably all moved onto this DLC weeks ago, and Episodes Luna/Aranea/Noctis were likely nothing but notes, while Episode Ardyn at least had some groundwork.
So please stop with saying that they cancelled Episodes Luna and Aranea in particular because they hate female characters. Trust me when I say that I seriously question Luna’s character as she was written, but this particular choice was a business decision, not one rooted in misogyny.
Though it makes me sad to hear what’s become of FFXV, I still appreciate all the hard work the development team has done. This game means so much to me and has definitely changed my life for the better
While FFXV’s journey will soon come to an end, I’ll keep making comics and doodles of the bros’ adventures indefinitely. Making fanart of this universe brings me joy, and I hope I can pass that joy on to you
the fact that the group is so willing to accept prompto, no matter what, always gets to me on an emotional level
i’ve always had these huge self image issues, and my self worth has always been lower than the bottom. to see a character openly say that, in front of his friends, showing that kind of emotional vulnerability… you don’t see that very often – especially not a male character
and the guys? they accept him wholeheartedly. they encourage his photography, even posing for him and complementing his photos. they may joke about him being afraid of the dark, or not wanting to fight, but they never expect him to. they KNOW he’s not a warrior. they make sure not to leave him behind, growing extremely worried when it does happen. they find out the truth of his past, and they shrug it off. nothing changes between them
it’s so refreshing and amazing and i love every bit of it
i see myself reflected in prompto, in his struggles with self image and self worth. i may have not been obese as a child, but i’ve had my fair share of ridicule and teasing, things that would leave emotional scars and make me think i need to be a “better person” than that. i share his autophobia (fear of being alone or abandoned) and his hatred of himself. i, too, wear the same happy-go-lucky, outgoing mask
to connect to a character so much, and to have that character open up to his friends about it on screen, and have them support him fully through it all… it means so much to me
and that’s why prompto is my favourite
not because he’s a ball of sunshine or a cute character, but because i see myself on the screen. and somehow, it lets me know that everything’s going to be okay
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