A story that came out in my mind while I was folding laundry at 5:30am 😂 (I try to make this gender neutral as possible)
But imagine one day. You were just about awake, feeling groggy and your senses were telling you all sorts of wrong. That something was off and you need to get up and investigate now. So you did. The first thing you noticed was that it was incredibly bright. Like the sun just fucking hit you in the eyes and when you looked around. You noticed that it was a fairly huge tent. A magazine could be found laying around next to a messy pile of cards. There was also a map sitting around which you assume is the map of the “world”– you were incredibly groggy that it took you 5 seconds to realize that you were supposed to be in your room, in your bed, air conditioner blasting, curtains closed–
You looked down to see that you were clad in a black t-shirt, a pair of worn out black boxers and your body feels wrong too. Your hands are off, the energy rippling inside was definitely an alien sensation to you– so in a fit of panick, you whimpered and got out, shaking and wishing this is definitely a dream.
Except that it isn’t.
As you stumbled outside of the tent, a sinking feeling went down your stomach as you saw awfully familiar people and someone was talking to you– asking breakfast and although it was afternoon you needed lunch Noctis–
Noctis
You were called Noctis.
And you just had to slap yourself in front of everyone or pinched yourself, whatever to wake you up. You ended up laughing and asking if this was all just one elaborate vivid lucid dream.
Prompto looked downright concerned, hands frozen on his camera. He asked you if you were alright (buddy are you okey? Did you have a nightmare again?). Gladio looked up from whatever he was doing– oh. Oh okey he was checking on their supplies and you were quickly engulfed with fear, anxiety, panic. (He looked so so real…!)
All hell break lose from there as you realized you are Prince Noctis, the magic that was running through your vein was very much real and it was awful. It was already tiring you out in the afernoon and you should feel giddy that you were in a game you were recently obsessed with.
But reality sunk in so fast and you were wondering how were you going to get home. Your heart raced and you just collasped, having a hard time to breathe. Gladio, Prompto and Ignis were hovering over you in one second flat, obviously worried for their prince.
Their king you meant. You realized you took their king’s position.
The chocobros did their best to calm you, Gladio was pretty straightforward and he asked what the hell happened and asked if you needed space.
A calming hum washed over you and it was like saying, “you’re fine, you’re okey. Don’t worry.” The voice belonged to non-other than Noctis himself. Stuck inside his own mind and with you as the one controlling.
You blacked out from there. (Noctis is there just in spectral form. He was pissy you took over his body but seeing you too have no idea wot in the flying fock happened. He couldn’t blame you. The boys can see him but that was after you passed out.)
And things went south from there and a new ot5 is slowly approaching.
In this the bros will slowly go from being wary of you to treating you like a needed comrade, to a friend, close partners and will slowly undeniably fall in love with you as the way you are. (They get annoyed if you have playfully ship them even to the point of daring kisses on the cheeks! But this made the bros realize how deep their connections with each other is. The boys went poly!)
If you have self esteem issue, Prompto and Noctis will beat you the punch and say. “Who cares about how you look? You’re great the way you are!” (Hidden pointed look towards Prom and how you wish to prot e c c)
When you have your head in your ass Gladio will smack you the fuck up and be stern (like a strict bro) but in return he would also give you a lending hand and would joke around and slowly will become protective of you “In a way, you are a civilian. So let me play hero for you.”
Ignis sweet Ignis. He was a silent companion. Constantly there when you are down. Have a sit and he will listen to any problems you have in mind. If things got so bad he will lay your head on his lap and stroke your hair, “Noctis used to be like this when he was just a wee child… It helps… Know that you are not alone.”
They love you the way you are… So that was why when YOU were the one who the crystal wants to be sacrificed to bring the dawn.
“Y/N, you have something on your arm.” Prompto called as you
walked towards your lawn chair.
“What?!” You squeaked and shook your left arm frantically
checking for, six forbid, a spider
and almost spilling your freshly brewed cup of ebony in the process.
“No, your other arm!” Prompto exclaimed, hopping up from his
own chair. Wiping a hand on your upper arm to disperse whatever was on your skin,
no matter how many times the boy brushed it the little brown smudge peeking
from under your shirt sleeve just wouldn’t come off.
“That is some serious dirt, it’s really stuck on there.” He
had now resorted to picking at the speck, causing a fit of giggles of erupt
from your chest.
“Oh my god Prom you scared me.” You laughed, the shock of a
potential insect chilling on your body quickly washing away. Your laughter only
further confused the boy as he leaned in closer to your arm to see it better.
“What’s so funny?” He
asked perplexed, blue eyes fixed intensely on the spot. You set your ebony down
in the chair’s cupholder unable to hold in more giggles.
“One sec.” You said, holding up a finger and slipping away
into the woods. A moment later you reappeared with Noctis in tow.
“Uh, hey Noct?” Prompto blinked.
Scarily in sync, both you and the prince suddenly rolled up
the sleeves of your tee shirts revealing matching behemoth tattoos. Prompto’s
jaw dropped and continued to drop as the two of you proceeded to squad pose in
the middle of the campsite.
“Ugh, not again.” Gladiolus rubbed his temple, groaning. “They
were doing this all day at the Citadel yesterday after they got them.”
“Wha- hey don’t encourage them!” He yelled as Prompto
instantly went into photographer mode, snapping pictures from various angles.
An audible sigh could be heard from the grill, where Ignis
stood pinching the bridge of his nose as he flipped the last hamburger.
Prompto
“You didn’t.” Your
best friend gasped at the image on your wrist. The sleeveless cocktail dress
left nothing to the imagination and any partygoer within a ten-foot radius
would be able to catch a glimpse of the masterpiece on your skin. At this royal
gala there was no uniform or jacket to cover the, one could say unique, image that was now a part of
your body.
“Wait it looks less regrettable when we’re together.” You explained
in defense, setting your champagne glass down after one final sip and pulling
your friend by the arm. The two of you weaved through the sea of Insomnia’s
elite until you reached the terrace. The iridescent fish in the large aquarium
installment paled in comparison to what now adorned your wrist. They seemed to
stare you down as you approached the now neatly combed mop of blonde hair that
stood in front of the aquatic structure.
Not bothering to pull him away from his conversation with Gladiolus,
you rolled the sleeve of his suit up just enough to expose the pale freckled skin
of his wrist. Placing your arm next to his, your friend gasped. The images of
two brightly colored chocobos stood squawking at each other from your arm to
Prompto’s. Your chocobo sported the traditional yellow feathers, the same color
as Prompto’s hair, while the one on his arm had a hue akin to your own locks.
The two of you gave your friend a cheesy smile, causing them
to deadpan.
“You two really are
perfect for each other.”
Ignis
Ignis’ foot would not stop tapping. The thudding of his
dress shoe against his office floor echoed off the walls of the spacious room. He
had been in this jittery state ever since you had left a few hours ago to get
your tattoo. Not just any tattoo, however, but your first tattoo. He absolutely would have gone with you, but paperwork
forbid him from leaving his office at the Citadel. Although there was nothing
he could do about it, and you were very understanding, he still felt bad. This
was your first tattoo after all and as your boyfriend naturally he wanted to be
there for all the big milestones in your life. He was a bit worried for you at
first, as you got anxious anytime a needle was anywhere near you. Yet when you
had reassured him that you would be fine and that a close friend of yours would
be going with you, he relaxed a little. That is, until you disclosed which
close friend was tagging along for moral support.
“Don’t worry about me Iggy, Nyxie is coming with!”
When you had told him this Ignis didn’t realize it, but he
was squeezing the pen in his hand with a little too much force. He had always
felt a little envious of your relationship with the member of the Kingsglaive;
as the two of you had been friends since you were younger. He felt stupid for
feeling this way and he knew your relationship with him was completely
platonic, but your closeness to the confident and charming man brought out
Ignis’ insecurities. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if it was another
friend, but as Ignis sifted through the mountains of paperwork he could feel
the green-eyed monster slowly possessing his body. And Ignis didn’t get jealous;
it was a tedious emotion that wasn’t worth wasting time on. He also didn’t
usually have the particular urge to punch anyone, but at the moment Nyx Ulric
had a very punchable face.
So, when you burst into his office later that afternoon he
expected Nyxie to be with you too but
was pleasantly surprised when you were alone.
“Iggy I’m back!” You bounced in through one of the large
double doors, plastic wrap around the reddened skin of your lower arm. Seeing
the happiness on your face instantly brightened his mood and the intrusive
thoughts that had previously preoccupied his brain began to fade away. Swiveling
in his office chair, he found you beaming at him from the other side of his
desk. Your smile was contagious, and soon a grin began to spread across his
face as well at the sight of you.
“Hello love, how did it go?” Ignis’ eyes fell to the plastic
wrap; a movement not undetected by you as you quickly placed your arms behind
your back before he could catch a glimpse of it.
“It went really well! Painful as hell, but it turned out
exactly how I wanted it.” You replied, excitedly shifting on your feet.
“I’m sure it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you once
sat three hours with a killer wasp stinger in your leg.” Ignis praised, resting
his elbows on his desk as he leaned in closer to you. You both grimaced at the
memory, but you quickly waved it away.
“Nyx called me a cinnamon bun for flinching a couple times,
but other than that it didn’t hurt that bad. I made sure to squeeze his hand
extra hard when it did sting though to get him back.” You huffed. Ignis bit his
bottom lip as the unwanted feelings of jealousy washed over him once more. That
hand you had been suffocating should have been his.
“So, am I going to get to see it?” He blurted out, sounding
a bit sourer than he intended. Your eyes widened slightly and a playful smirk
danced across your features as you realized his current mood. Adjusting your
posture so you stood up straight, you whisked your arms out from behind your
back and held them out in front of you.
“Tada! Isn’t it cute?” You squealed happily. Ignis tilted
his head to the side as he viewed the tattoo. Sitting on your forearm was a
simple, small cup of ebony with delicate lines of steam emerging from the top
of the mug. Before he got the chance to comment on it you cleared your throat
and spoke, voice soft.
“It combines my two loves; coffee and you.” You cooed,
smiling lovingly down at your arm. Who knew something so small could make
Ignis’ heart swell so much. Whatever grudges and doubts Ignis had felt earlier
had been disproven by the little design. The way you regarded the image with
such affection gave him butterflies.
Before you knew it, you were engulfed by a pair of strong
arms and assaulted with kisses all over your face. Giggling, you wiggled in his
tight hold to look up at him.
“So I’m guessing you like it?” You smiled, craning your neck
to meet his gaze.
“Like it? I find it absolutely stunning. I love it, and I
love you.”
Sighing contently, you snuggled closer into his broad chest.
For a while you two stayed like that, relishing in the warm of each other’s
embraces. After a few moments you spoke up, voice muffled by the hug.
“You know, I didn’t take you for the jealous type Iggy.”
“I don’t get jealous, darling.”
Gladiolus
“Wow sis it looks so cool!” Iris gawked at your new tattoo. You
leaned into your chair at the café as she traced her fingers lightly over the
patterns, offering a giggle from you whenever she hit the ticklish spot on your
shoulder. Since you had last seen the younger girl you had gotten a floral tattoo
on the back of your left shoulder and she could not stop fussing over it,
calling you “so much more badass than Gladdy now”.
The two of you had had a girl’s day out shopping in the
city; which included getting matching moogle plushies and much more clothing
than what was practical. You were thankful to spend some one on one time with
the little Amicitia, not only because you loved Iris but because you needed
some more estrogen in your life after spending nearly every day with four college
aged boys.
The two of you were currently unwinding from your busy day
at a café that had a beautiful view of the Disc of Cauthess while you waited
for the boys to get back from a hunt nearby. You hummed happily, resting your
head and arms on the back of the iron chair, enjoying the view while Iris
continued to trace the lines of your tattoo.
“You guys look like you had a fun day.” A husky voice called
behind you. The rest of your squad had noisily made their way up the stairs, getting
dirty looks from the other patrons as their post-hunt adrenaline disturbed the
previously peaceful chatter that surrounded the rooftop. Gladiolus made his way
over to the two of you; ruffling his sister’s hair before briefly cupping your
cheek, rubbing it a few times as you leaned into his touch.
Gladio gestured to the plethora of bags, pursing his lips
when his gazed reached the giant moogle struggling to fit into the paper bag. He
looked to you and Iris with a raised eyebrow.
“This is Barnaby. He’s our son.” You said with a straight
face, patting the stuffed creature on the head.
“Hopefully our future
kids don’t look as ugly as him.” Gladiolus huffed. You returned his bemused grin
with sticking out your tongue.
“Hey, Gladdy have you
seen your girlfriend’s beautiful tattoo?” Iris piped up, still preoccupied with
the design.
“Of course, I have. I’ve seen her other one too.” He replied
nonchalantly.
Iris furrowed her eyebrows and wiggled in the chair,
scanning every inch of visible skin on your body.
“I don’t see another one.”
“Exactly.”
You choked on your sip of iced coffee and Iris visibly
gagged.
“I think I need to go rinse my ears out with bleach.”
Lunafreya
“Sister is that a tattoo?” Ravus questioned, as he entered
the parlor room. The two had just finished with a busy day filled with politics
and official oracle business. It wasn’t often he had the chance to see his
sibling; always caught between military excursions and confidential dealings. It
was these rare times that he got to spend with her, although he would never
admit it, that he valued most.
Lunafreya jumped at the sudden inquiry, causing Pryna to
jolt awake from her spot next to the oracle on the large sofa.
“O-oh yeah, I got it about a week ago.” She replied, laughing
nervously. The question had caught her off guard and she already felt the heat
beginning to rise to her face.
Ravus cocked an eyebrow at her peculiar behavior. What kind
of tattoo could make her so flustered?
As he drew nearer to where she rested he could see the image
just below her collarbone more clearly. It was a detailed little drawing of a
crescent moon with several stars surrounding it. Ravus noted its artistic quality;
it was quite tasteful and not overly flashy.
“It’s one of Y/N’s
drawings.” Luna explained, a soft smile rising on her features at the thought
of you. She rose from her spot on the couch, with a whine of protest from the
sleepy pup beside her, and made her way over to where her brother stood in
front of the entrance to the balcony. The floor to ceiling windows blanketed
the room in the warm mid-afternoon light. The natural lighting made the image
stand out against Lunafreya’s pale skin and got caught in her hair, turning it
an ethereal silver. Taking inher appearance he thought the little image
complimented her well.
“It makes it seem
likes she’s less far away whenever she goes back to Insomnia.” She explained,
turning her head to the side to look out upon the lively landscape of Tenebrae.
“Does it hold any special meaning?” Ravus asked, causing her
gaze to slowly tear from the window to meet his own. He noted the redness of
her cheeks as she spoke.
“Well, she always calls me her moon and I call her my
stars.” Luna’s blush grew tenfold as she told him your nicknames for each other.
She then smiled, placing her hand over the design and rubbing loving circles
over it.
“Heh, it sounds so silly saying it to you.” She said awkwardly,
flustered as if you were still her middle school crush.
The smallest of smiles graced Ravus’ face and he placed a
hand on her shoulder just above the tattoo, rubbing his thumb along the exposed
skin.
“I think It suits
you.” He praised. The grin that adorned his sister’s delicate features widened
at his remark and she beamed up at him.
There was no doubt Ravus had mixed feelings about Insomnia,
its royal family, and its guard. But he was positive that the one good thing
that came out of that city was you; for you made the only reason he had left to
smile, smile too.
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?
I wasn’t going to say this because I’m a little shy and very intimidated by a lot of you but I think it needs to be said…
CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING CHILL OUT. I UNDERSTAND YOUR UPSET BUT PLEASE DON’T GO BLAMING CREATORS AND SAYING FFXV IS ‘DEAD’. LIKE I GET IT YOU WERE PROMISED SOMETHING. BUT THINGS HAPPEN. THINGS CHANGE.
Thats all the courage I have to say… I’m sorry if I offended anyone. It wasn’t my intention but I felt the need to say something.
Not your run of the mill field spy; Ravus is highly skilled and knows how to get the information and item he’s contracted to look for by way of a silver tongue and perfectly executed acts of thievery.
He’s in the business because it’s a big part of who he is; his mother was a heroine of the industry herself, and taught him everything she knew.
Refusing to stay behind the lines during any mission, he’s almost always the first man chosen for each and every job; because of this, Ravus is a master of disguise and has a niche for acting accordingly to his played persona, despite how naturally reserved he actually is.
He’s perfectly skilled in the art of of the silent kill, though he rarely likes to get his hands dirty and executes his enemies if it’s absolutely necessary, or until Ignis nags him to the point in which only murder will shut him up.
He’s almost always got something to say about how somebody has planned a mission; if he doesn’t have a complaint, it must be an off day.
The company’s Golden Boy, sort of – expert in melee, long-range, and firearm weaponry, but relies solely on silence and stealth.
Ignis Scientia
The ‘you can’t do this without me.’
See also: Expert Hacker.
Code Name: [ DOUBLE HELIX ]
A genius, for lack of a better word, Ignis is the man on the other side of the communicator – breaking and entering master computers, leading Ravus through endless mazes of unfamiliar hallways, and tracking the enemy – he oversees the mission from start to finish, operating each and every command as though they are puzzle pieces.
Normally, he only communicates mission details with Noctis and Ravus before briefings, calculating all plans and roles in order to ensure that everything goes perfectly and without a hitch – everyone else receives a nicely written email.
Ignis, despite refusing to go out into the field, is very skilled at hand to hand combat – but he will not lay a finger on any one man, friend or foe. He has people for that.
If something does go wrong and it is his fault, there’s no way he’s admitting it, and no one will argue if he happens to blame them instead.
Gladiolus Amicitia
The ‘wanna get a room?’
AKA: The Prime Distraction.
Code Name: [ ADONIS ]
Practically built for the role he’s meant to play, Gladiolus lets his body do the talking; the easiest way to get information from the enemy is to seduce them, of course. Besides, he enjoys the act far too much to think it anything but respectable.
Often sent into large social gatherings and underground parties alike, he’s got the formal training and informal attitude that make men and women alike swoon at his presence.
Or fall asleep, of course. Because after he’s lured them into their own private quarters, his sleight of hand and inventory of poisons and sedatives allow him to search and seize all of the physical evidence and information he needs from the lower level company men.
It’s an easy and enjoyable task, but integral to the grand scheme of a mission at whole; besides, he gets paid for cracking a few jokes and copping a feel. How can he complain?
Prompto Argentum
The ‘do I have to shoot him?’
AKA: The Assassin.
Code Name: [ EAGLE II ]
Sharpshooter and anxiety-ridden Prompto weeds out the big marks, often taking care of targets that are more than a little troublesome.
Though he is a last resort, he also comes in handy when it comes to the tech Ravus carries on him during missions, keeping him well armed with interesting – albeit insanely useful – devices.
He was actually only supposed to be their techie, but after one combat training session and an accidental show of his skills, he got tossed into a role he couldn’t quite get out of. It would be totally uncool to say no to a higher paycheck, too.
Despite the case of cold feet he always seems to get before a kill, Prompto aims true and never misses a shot, and if he does? Nyx is always there to clean up his messes; together, they are able to make any operation so discreet, the loss of a company head would take days to get to the media.
Noctis Lucis Caelum
The ‘my dad owns everything, so I know everything.’
Read: Archive of Intelligence.
Code Name: [ KING ]
Noctis gathers intel and is the root of their company’s knowledge database; the fact that his father owns many large corporations and has his hands on several very important phone numbers, the entirety of the city is in the man’s hands.
Masterminding missions, Noctis is worried only about protecting normal citizens, keeping any underground trafficking to a minimum, and keeping his father’s business on top. Everyone in their group has their own reasons and motives for joining him, and though he cares deeply for them, he always sees the higher power at work.
Though he is mostly bound to the company to keep appearances and discretion, he will work the field if he has to; he has partnered with Ravus more often than they both would like, but they make an unstoppable and powerful team.
He has the fucking hots for Gladiolus, but he’s not sure if that’s because he’s a great guy or if he’s just that good at his job.
BONUS: Nyx Ulric
The ‘jack of all trades, master of…uh, all trades, too.’
Read: The Sweep.
Code Name: [ EAGLE I ]
He is as he’s called, though he’d rather be a hero, and cleans up in the midst of sticky situations. Ravus, Gladiolus, and Prompto are key stealth operatives, but Nyx’s close combat leaves him in the thick of the battle.
Nyx takes care of any and all small fry, wiping them from the face of the earth if need be, and takes care of any dead bodies if that’s what it takes to get things done.
Though he does most of the real dirty work, there are a lot of miscellaneous jobs that fall to him, including getting answers by means of torture, kidnapping, or planting explosives.
But it doesn’t really matter what he has to do, as long as he gets to keep an eye on Prompto.
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@dudewheresmytea Showed me some Gladio mods, and I said it looked like he needed a motorcycle. So I gave him one, the King Behemoth!!! LOL There’s room for another Ladies and Gents. *wink wonk*
It makes him smile. You’re just as excited to see him as he is to see you! That’s all he could ask for in a partner
He’ll probably pick you up and spin you around because he’s always found it romantic when he saw other people doing it to their significant others
Ravus
It startles him every time he sees your running out of nowhere to launch yourself into him
The first time you did it he actually ran, but don’t bring that up. He’s embarrassed
He still might run. He never gets used to it
Gladio
He’s excited, but in a much more chill way than Nyx
Even though you’ve thrown yourself at him full speed, with all of your weight, he doesn’t budge?? He doesn’t even stumble?? It’s like running into a wall or something
You’ll probably get teased for being so excitable. “I guess you’re happy to see me, huh?”
Noctis
He’s been friends with Prompto for a while so he kinda just accepts it and lets you fling yourself into his arms
He might sway a little bit, because he’s not as solid as Gladio, but he doesn’t fall or anything
If for whatever reason you ever stop running at him as a greeting, he’ll actually be a little sad. “Why don’t you tackle me anymore? Did I do something wrong?”
Prompto
Don’t.
Just… don’t. Odds are he’s already running toward you full speed and you’re gonna knock each other out
If you still take the chance, there’s still going to be mild injuries. You can’t rugby tackle a little guy like Prompto and expect everything to be perfectly okay
Ignis
He might be a little embarrassed but as long as he’s not holding coffee or anything, you’ll be okay
I say “you’ll be okay” because if he is holding coffee, his instinct is to side step you and let you fall or something. He doesn’t mean it and he feels horrible, but Prompto has trained him to be like that
Otherwise he’ll just give a little laugh and pat you on the back
Noctis is King of Cats, and has two in his lap while he drinks his smoothie (and five more around him/his seat, besides). He manages to play with almost all of the cats and turns them into a purring fan club. He’s offered a job before he leaves.
Prompto forgets his drink because he’s too busy taking candid photos of all the cats. A large Maine Coon claims his lap, and he shows the fluffy beast all of his photos, deleting the ones the cat makes confused noises at. Would rather be at a dog cafe, but this is still awesome.
Gladio finds the kitten–tiny, even for a baby, probably a runt–and keeps it in his palm, stroking its head with a finger, while he skims one of the magazines the cafe provides. Several other customers swoon and give him their phone numbers.
Ignis is very intrigued by the latte foam they made look like a cat, and is so involved in studying his drink he doesn’t notice the shyest cat in the cafe until it tentatively rubs against his leg. It’s not Noct, but rather Ignis, who has to be made to not adopt a cat that day.
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I don’t know if this happened to everyone but on iOS, Gladio’s line of “oh the one you dognapped as a kid” is missing for me. Which is why every time I heard the convo, Prompto’s “Rescued! and it’s thanks to her I’m here now” seemed so out of place since there was nothing before it that made sense of him saying it.
On the PS4 version Gladio’s line is there…and it made me bust out laughing.
It also shows that the other bros knew of Prompto’s interaction with Pryna?
Inspired by my two other versions! Healing Arrow and Irmea! I just feel like these twos could really end up togethers… and imagining them togethers melts my heart. ❤
Again guys, no hate! You’re free to ship what you want. OW characters belongs to everyone. C:
Now then, before you say a word do know that I am teasing you my dear…but if you wish for me to call you such pet names I shall. Especially if it will ease the pain you feel lately within your heart.
It pains me to know that you have been upset and even so far as to be somewhat slightly distraught that you would timidly ask for me to call you such things. But do know, My Darling, that is exactly what you are to me.
You are something precious, more so than the light of Eos itself. And I shall do what I can to remind you of this, even when I am far away from you for a time.
I will ask a favor of you, my Darling, for the next time you feel lonely.
Close your eyes and think of me. Imagine the warmth of my touch at your back as I pull you ever so gently into my arms so that I may rest my chin on top of your head. Imagine still the safety you feel when I keep you so close to my chest that you can hear my heart beating in your ears.
Imagine also that while you are there, no harm shall come to you, and I will ease each and every worry you may have.
I understand your nervousness. I remember how scared I was the first time I posted my art. (Tbh I still get nervous sometimes!) But once you’re able to deal with that nervousness a little bit, it’s hard not to pay attention to how your work is received. Does someone leave a needlessly rude reply or tag on your post? Do you not get that many notes?
The best thing you can do for yourself is to not lose sight of the fact that you enjoy creating art! Unless you’re drawing for work or for commissions, you should always be drawing what you’re passionate about. (Of course, there’s always fun to be had in doing a piece for a commission that features a character you’ve never drawn before– it’s a good way to stretch those artist muscles!) This is a little sappy, but my grandma can always tell when I’m super enthusiastic about a piece. When you have fun and enjoy drawing something, it shows! And I think people will respond well to that.
As for how often you post art– this is something I used to really worry about, and maybe still do a little sometimes. But, tbh, as long as people like what you post, they’ll probably stick around. The only consistency I’d suggest focusing on is the content of your art posts. I have this blog for KH/FF posts. I have another blog for Batfam. I have another blog for Voltron. And another blog for Persona that unfortunately I don’t use too often haha… But the point is that someone is more likely to follow a blog if they have a good idea what to expect from it. That’s not to say I don’t post art from other fandoms on this blog from time to time. It’s just that the majority of what I put out there ties into what my blog is all about.
Now, here are some tips I’ve read elsewhere that can help you post your art in ways that will ensure you get the most exposure possible:
On Tumblr, the peak time to post is at 7pm EST. That’s not to say that your post will be lost in the void if you post at any other time. I’ve posted comics at 3 AM that still got thousands of notes. But especially when you’re first starting out, this is something to keep in mind.
Use and abuse the tag system. The first five tags you add to a post are the ones that your post will be sorted into. But I still add other tags, anyway. They work in general searches, as far as I can tell. This also helps keep your blog organized!
Speaking of an organized blog– make a tag for your art, and put a link in plain sight for potential followers to find. If someone sees one of your posts and likes it, there’s a chance that they’ll visit your blog to see more from you. Show them your stuff!! If they like what they see, they’ll want to see more! :>
Avoid using external links without running them through a Tumblr re-direct. I’m not sure if they fixed this yet, but posts that have links to external sites tend to not show up in Tumblr searches. That’s devastating, especially for new, up-and-coming artists.
-Oh boy, expect him to be the cuddliest person ever. Will happily accept being the small spoon and honestly enjoy being in said position.
-If he can’t reach something? It’ll be a constant mantra of “Hey chocobae, can you come get this for me?”
-Sometimes, he’ll stand up on step-stools to make himself near their height or their height entirely. Just so he can make them hopefully laugh.
-Soooo many tall jokes. “How is the weather up there babe? Warm? Cold?” Unless his s/o is uncomfortable with said jokes and teasing. Then he won’t, of course. He pokes fun at himself for being shorter too though.
-Will happily urge his s/o to wear the kind of clothing people say tall people shouldn’t wear. Who cares if people say they’re too tall? Prompto loves it when they wear said stuff, he thinks they look stunning.
-That said, he gets very upset and defensive if someone comments on how tall his s/o is in a rude way. So either his s/o will be dragging him away or he’ll be saying some less than nice things in return.
-Will beg his s/o for piggyback rides and for them to carry him if they can. He adores them doing this. Bonus points if they can sweep him off his feet.
-Oh boy, if he can scare his s/o through him being so much shorter…you can bet he takes advantage of this, sometimes. Sneak attacks around every corner. His poor s/o will have to be on guard.
-If Prompto wants kisses…he has no shame in both climbing his s/o like a tree or pulling them down to meet his lips. If he can, he’ll also stand on something.
-Would also definitely buy himself heeled shoes. Just so he can be around their height too.
-If he and his s/o get into an “argument” or he wants to mess with them, he’ll put all the important stuff on the bottom shelves. He does this often as a prank. Don’t worry though, they can always get back at him by putting the stuff in the highest places.
-Oh. They better expect their shirts to go missing. Prompto will hoarde them if he can. It’s a common sight for his s/o to find him in their oversized shirts that go down to his knees.
-He’s also made a habit of using his s/o as a pillow/resting spot. They best expect to randomly feel him leaning against them at the randomest of times.
-Hide n’ go seek is a horrid game for them to play. His s/o found that out the hard way when Prompto managed to somehow fit himself in the dryer and his s/o didn’t find him for hours. They don’t play that game anymore.
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