mandakatt:

phoenix-manga:

@mandakatt I am currently working on some crossover sketches of you know what! 😉

But you know what’s been on my mind lately? How much culture schock the Bros would have with the Hunter.

Like one moment they’re having a blast at camp just talking about “in my world we do this and blah blah blah”

But the minute they are in battle with a let’s say a behemoth then the Hunter mounts it (I have watched a few streams and the mounting text can be really funny) just shouts “I’mma mount you like a B*TCH!!” While stabbing at the back.

The Bros (except for Gladio cause that guy would probably want to cut up huge ass monsters like they do) are currently having an internal crisis like how much of a hardcore life they live cause they don’t have technology and they are surrounded by things bigger than them that want to eat them.

I am going to make this a comic one day…

A/N: SINCE YOU MENTIONED THIS – Here’s a small blurb for you. ♥

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Shortly after your arrival to this world, Noctis gave you access to what he called the Armiger. It was a strange, yet magical thing to you–to be able to pull your weapon out of thin air. Sure, it made things easier when you were riding in the Regallia cause, well, as you found out your greatsword…really didn’t fit in it’s storage space.

But this also gave you the chance to change weapons on the fly, in the middle of battle no less!

And this time was no exception, you willed away your greatsword only to call your dual blades into your hands. The five of you had pinned the griffin you had been sent to hunt in a small canyon, and the wall along side it was just the leverage you needed.

Taking off at a run from Gladio’s side you literally rushed up the wall and pushed off it, spinning in the air just enough to land right on the back of the griffin’s neck. It screeched in protest at it’s sudden rider, only to screech again as you plunged your blades into it with a loud battlecry. 

It didn’t take you and the others long then to finish the beast off, and with a sigh you willed away your blades, and dusted off your hands. 

“I will have to talk to the others when I get back home about this Armiger. It’s so damned hand–what?”

The look Ignis was giving you was one that you have grown to know well, but it usually wasn’t aimed at you. Normally, it was aimed at Noctis or Prompto before he started giving them a lecture, and you instantly had what felt like scout flies in your gut. You glanced over at the others a moment, and your brows knitted in confusion. 

Noctis had his hand over his mouth, but his eyes were smiling as he stared at you.

Prompto just was staring at you with shock and awe. 

And Gladio was doubled over, his shoulders shaking from laughter. 

“Guys?”

“There has not yet been a time where I’ve had to ask you to refrain from doing something in battle, Hunter, but this–”

“Aw c’mon Iggy, I’ve taken down things that are about five times bigger than that.”

“That is not what I am referring to.” and Ignis’ scowl deepened. “Please allow me to finish.”

Swallowing hard you gently nodded your head, and it was then you noticed just a slight pull of a smile at the corner of his mouth. 

“While we understand that you are accustomed to such battle tactics, might I suggest you use a–slightly different battle cry?”

Gladio snorted loudly as he was still doubled over, trying to hold back his laughter. 

“Dude!” Prompto exclaimed, that look of awe still on his features.

“I think what Specs is getting at is–” Noctis removed his hand from his face, his voice filled with laughter. “I think you need to say something else other than ‘I’m going in dry!’” 

That got Gladio to collapse to his knees, holding his abdomen as he laughed so loudly it echoed off the canyons walls.

Blushing you gently rubbed the back of your head. “I uh–I’ll think of something.”