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kodieshmodie · 10 months

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Time to start moving art from Twitter to here! And first up is these practice sketches I did of Timeskip! Noctis, Prompto, Gladio and Ignis!

🎣📸🛡️⚔️

#ffxv noctis #ffxv #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #noctis #Prompto #Gladio #ignis #chocobros #older chocobros #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy fanart #my art #sketches

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firefallvaruna · 4 months

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The Winding Road, Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Now Up!

Summary: Set after Dawn of the Future, Noctis and Lunafreya sneak off for a weekend alone in Leide. They soon discover a tantalizing clue to help the recovering world in Galahd and the Chocofam departs for a winter road trip. But what secrets await them?

Relationships: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary:

Cor Leonis begins an investigation to figure out what's plaguing the Royal Expedition, but finds more than he bargained for.

Photo by Kristaps Grundsteins on Unsplash

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blushingguy · 1 year

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FFXV/ Beloved Older Noct

#ffxv noctis #FFXV #older noctis #older noct #ffxv gif set #ffxv gifs #Noctis Lucis Caelum #chocobro #sweetestboy

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the-blind-geisha · 3 months

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The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 9

A/N: Commission for DestiniDestati! Thank you so much again for your support~!

Chapter 9: Should There be Hope

“Our king was trying to contact me, but I am unable to retrieve his message properly.” Ignis sighed, wondering the best way to go about this. “It’s very peculiar seeing as this has never happened before…”

A strange, dark cloud bellowed in the distance, drawing everybody’s attention to it. Ignis felt it odd that a storm would be heading their way, but he wouldn't ignore the perfect opportunity to use this cover for themselves.

He was aware that it would make catching certain sounds a bit of an issue all the same.

Before the tactician could even hope to urge everyone onward, he paused as his words halted in his throat. That was no ordinary electrical storm. At this point, he could practically sense that.

The lightning sounds were far too erratic and almost acted as though they had a mind of their own.

“What is coming our way…?” Ignis asked, hoping to have one of his men make the situation a bit clearer.

A hand touched his shoulder, making him tense in a fit of frustration and anger as he recognized that touch before.

“Oh, nothing of importance,” Ardyn’s voice slyly responded near the Horseman’s ear.

Ignis’ fingers twitched, the urge to summon his daggers were high, but he withheld the notion for some reason. There was something in his tone that made him uneasy. There was thought there that felt as though it had been calculating for hundreds of years.

“I was merely in the neighborhood, you see, and I thought I might drop in to have a little chat.”

That nearly made Ignis lose his temper—something that was difficult for any being, mortal or immortal, to do to him. His teeth clenched as he summoned one of his daggers to try and slice behind him to get Ardyn to at least step away from him.

“Oh, come now,” Ardyn taunted. “There’s no need for that.”

#enjoy X3 #it was fun to write to this again!#ffxv #reverse harem #poly #older!chocobros #reader insert #written commission #mywriting #oreana writes

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ffxvheadcanonsnooneaskedfor · 2 years

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Me looking at my boyfriend: oh look it’s my husband

Me looking at Noctis: oh look it’s my husband

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #final fantasy #ff15 #noctis lucis caelum #chocobros #ffxv noctis #specifically older Noctis #now that I’m almost 30 myself #love me some older Noctis

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noirbriar · 2 years

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FFXV AU: Alone

Am I the only one that wanted to flip a table after the Cerberus cutscene?

Warning: one BE in a HE ahead.

(Also, you can’t tell me the brat that called out Regis 30 years ago won’t call him out again. Sometimes when pushed to a corner people tend to make poorer decisions. On the other hand, I really just want the OG chocobros have a chance to reconcile and have a better end, thats all there is.)

Part of The Lion, the Coeurl and the Cub AU

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“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose?”

The words of a ghost haunts him as Cor cracks another curative over Nyx’s unconscious form. His fever rising higher by the hour. To the point Cor is resorting to his rare use of magic, commanding a low blizzard spell from a magic flask to try and cool down the wounded Glaive’s temperature. The potions do not seem to be working, even their meagre handful of elixirs. However if there is anything the Cor Leonis excels at, is at being a stubborn man.

Cid’s basement is quiet. Its late, and they had moved Clarus earlier to another place to get his arm amputated properly. His son is keeping watch over Royals. Whereas Ignis and Gladio focus on the the Shield and the wounded. Monica, ever the reliable one, had jumped in and taken over command of the Crownsguard, and overseeing evacuation of civilians. Last he heard, Monica and Dustin had safely taken some civilians towards Lestallum, including Iris and Augustus Scientia. The remaining Kingsglaives though, thankfully, had some sort of system in place amongst themselves by Nyx, keeping watch or capturing the deserters to be dealt with later. Crowe herself leading the charge. Hell hath no fury like a woman filled with vengeance.

He should have told Nyx something was wrong. He should have been there. He was the elder one between them, a veteran, and he had already suspected early on there was something dark in the works. Especially with his given orders.

Should anything go wrong, evacuate the residents and aid Noctis in his duty as King of Light with the arms of his forebears. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The Marshal should not have left the Crown City to its pitiful defences.

But could you go against your orders? Huh, soldier? A voices whispers darkly in the back of his head. A question Cor had already knew the answer to unfortunately.

They made a vow to put their duty first. Family after. This was non-negotiable by any means and one they understood before they starting seeing each other intimately. Yet, Cor wonders now if he had been wrong, as the dim light of Cid’s stale smelling basement casts a hard shadow on his husband’s battered and broken form.

The Lucian does not remember when his hands started shaking as he pulls the blanket tighter around his husband. When he had first stepped into the middle of the battlefield for the first time facing the MTs that came in waves? Or when he had came face to face with Gilgamesh’s blade? Cor is not sure. Though he is certain that he was broken from long ago. His tears had disappeared upon his father’s sudden passing. Corwin Leonis could never cry again since. Not even at his mother’s quiet funeral did he shed a tear. All of his feelings buried away as he chases target after target with his blade endlessly, one after another. If these feelings are dampened, then things would be easier. Simpler…No?

Everything had all started with a dream and a stranger. The couple had long known about Cor’s ability to see premonitions, possibly due to his closeness to Prompto. Though they were never vivid, just feelings and flickers of visions with undecipherable meaning. This one however, had stood starkly apart from the rest with strange whispers echos in the hollow void.

A wanderer in a colourless world, the frail back of an old man sitting alone in a dark room faces him. Bright rays of the sun filters in between the blinds but does little to brighten the sparse room.

“Death is a lonely passage all will take. Soon you will see, when you die with your regrets, they make poor companions, and even poorer guides.” The old man finally speaks. Cor freezes in his step right behind the aged armchair that looks close to falling apart.

“I thought I had found my purpose as I stepped into the battlefield as a boy.They were my only family for years. Yet I failed them too.”

“To complete my duty, I gave up everything. Even my own life and a family. All to obey and serve. In the end, I outlived my purpose, and even the children. Though in time, what do I have left? Do I even deserve to ask?”

Cor cannot speak, but is forced to listen to the regrets of a dying man.

Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, Cor spots them. Three old Insignia pins that have lost their shine sits on a coffee table.Cor recognises them as personal Royal Crests of the two Lucian Kings and one Lucian Prince. As well as a familiar and faded photograph of old friends. In his lap sits a forgotten pair of katanas that was once the man’s pride. Katanas he is intimately and utterly familiar with.

“What use is even there being an Immortal, if not to mock me for my failure to achieve nothing in this life?”

Cor hisses between his teeth as a chill runs down his back, the Marshal then breaks away from invisible chains and strides over to grab the shoulder of the stranger who laughs brokenly as a mirror of his eyes meet him half way. Eyes of a broken soul.

“For what good is a Sword that delivers but fails in his purpose? Huh? Corwin Leonis.”

The old Marshal grabs Cor’s hand. A striking pain in his head as a noise fills his ears and he lets go. Cor sees flashes of memories. A departing prince and his retinue including his son. A fallen Insomnia that burns, ruined and wasted, swarmed with daemons. The lifeless bodies of his brothers amongst the rubble. A lone Kukri without her master, that lays quietly amongst the rubble…

He recognises the beaded charm on the kukri just as the startling realisation leads him back into a waking world.

His body now covered in cold perspiration, his chest tight and heaving uncomfortably while his ears ring with white noise. Until Nyx’s sudden snores snap him back into reality, and he holds his oblivious husband snoring on his chest a little closer in self reassurance.

The Immortal Shogun is not superstitious be any means. But this? This shook him deep as a sense of dread unsettles the man to the core.

After the lapse in security years ago, even though Clarus is the head of the Crownsguard, Cor has since kept a tighter rein over the his own jurisdiction. The Marshal slowly planting eyes amongst the Lucian Council and the guards, especially those with connections. However, there is one place he cannot reach despite his seniority in rank and the fact his husband and his kin are there. The Kingsglaive.

It is precisely because his husband is a high enough figure in the Kingsglaive, he cannot risk endangering him either. To give him a possibility to doubt his own division might be a death sentence for him out on the field. No, the Marshal must find other ways if he were to try and dabble in Drautos’ domain without looking like he is.

Some time ago, he had turned down the request of young hunters in his network wanting to join the Kingsglaives to aid Lucis in its cause. The young ones,golden haired and full of freckles and life, reminded him too much of his own boy. Although now, tensions have escalated too quickly, their army shrinking with Niflheim drawing nearer to their borders. The increasing secrecy between Regis and Clarus… Cor then began to reconsider the possibilities and his options seriously.

Though for all his ability to calculate and plan ahead ever so meticulously in the battlefield and politics, the Marshal did not account for any of this at the end. Terrorists? Yeah. Niflheim to attack? No surprise. Bloody Drautos and half of the Kingsglaives, traitors? Cor curses the fucker and those turncoats to Pitioss and back, just so he can rip them apart himself.

He works alone more often than not, a necessary habit born from his duty to the crown and as the King’s Sword. However, his job requires him to command men under him as well. As a commander of the Crownsguard, Cor Leonis is no stranger to losing fellow soldiers and comrades. Although this time, he actually feels the chilling fear of loss nipping at his heels from a dark cold place.

Cor had argued with Regis and Clarus for a long time even after the Prince and his retinue had left. The air charged and the magic thickens in the room rapidly. Until the King of Lucis had slammed his fist down and darkly told Cor there was no room for negotiation. As Marshal, he can only obey his given orders. The Lord Shield silent and unmoving. In that moment, Cor Leonis can barely recognise the men he have come to call brothers. He simply gave a stiff salute, and departs.

The day of the treaty, he had been stationed at the borders helping with evacuation and holding off waves of Niflehiem infantry until a frantic Crowe slams into the Immortal Shogun in the midst of the panicking crowd. The mage that was declared AWOL now sporting a gruesome injury on her face as she reveals Titus Drautos as traitor with half of the Glaives. Her initial mission had been a trap. Cor had been unable to receive any news from the City, so when they hurried back into Insomnia, he dreads to think of the worst.

They stood by this reckless child alone on the battlefield and accepted him as their own. Titles and upbringing aside, they were the ones that raised him after he left home, cared for him in all his stupidity and stubbornness. Even after the disagreements in their group, Cid and Wesk still watches out for their youngest out on the field every now and then. Regis and Clarus, ever so supportive by his side as he had climbed the ranks, having his own family. Yet in the final moments he remembers of them were the barriers raised and built between…Where had it all gone wrong, Cor wonders.

There was a loud crack and Cor’s entire being froze. The sudden emptiness and a sharp shatter in the back of his mind as the power disappear from his bones. He sees Crowe frantically turning to him, alarmed. The connection with Regis’ magic had vanished in that instant. The Marshal fears his dark premonitions have come to pass. His beloved brothers were gone.

Until miraculously, they run straight into the very people they sought.

Cor makes a quick glance and his heart shakes. There was Regis and Clarus. Albeit worse for wear, especially the Shield. The Oracle with them as well. All accompanied by Libertus and the Glaives, who were crying in joy at seeing Crowe alive. Guardsman Fortis, as well as the young hunters he had sent in as spies. Cor felt the cool wash of relief come over him. Which was as fleeting as a moment as the stone drops in his gut once more.

“Where’s Nyx?”

The entire squad becomes quiet, neither willing to answer the higher ranking officer demanding to know where he was. Until he sees Regis’ worried eyes betraying their silence, as he follows his gaze to the battling statue of the Mystic and Diamond Weapon in the distance at the heart of disaster.

The Marshal blanks out. No more plans or any appropriate follow up, absolutely nothing. His hand mindlessly reaching for the precious beads he have taken with him before leaving home, hidden in the breast pocket close to his heart. A conflicting set of feelings fills him as he watches the battle continue on in a sea of flames. They both have sworn into duty, and his was to see the Royals’ safety. Yet he cannot bring himself to move.

Regis obviously notices his youngest brother’s still form and immediately knows. The King lets out a cry of withheld frustration. Before he pulled Cor’s leather coat open and all but ripped the Marshal’s Royal Insignia pin from inside. The symbol of him as his retinue and Marshal of Lucis.

An unofficial dismissal.

“I am but a fool who has been blinded for far too long. I will not stand for anymore needless sacrifices! There is a dozen of us here! We are fine! Go to him quickly, my brother! There’s time, his magic with the Lucii is still strong! HURRY! ” Regis grips on his shoulder tightly, hoping. There, Cor sees his older brother once again behind those strained eyes with a myriad of feelings and words unsaid.

“I-“

“Brat! I bloody swear-” Clarus chokes out from beside Pelna, struggling to face Cor. The older man still has fight in him yet. “-Hurry up and go!”

“The most precious gift is the freedom to choose in Life. How will your duty weigh against your heart that remains true?” A familiar voice whispers in the back of his mind, chiming with clarity. Words of a mother to her son. He never quite understood what prompted her to suddenly bequeath him those words in its entirety. Now he knows.

Cor needs not think more, he clasps his hand over Regis’ own on his shoulder and nods towards Clarus. A quiet acknowledgement between them and a promise, before Cor sprints ahead into the heart of chaos. His katanas cutting apart all that stood in his way.

Dawn slowly breaks when he finally finds him at long last. The Lucian spots his fallen husband amongst the remnants of destruction. Cor runs over his battered body and rummages a Phoenix Down with some Elixirs and cracks them over the wounds. Nyx is still breathing but so, so very weak. His left arm shaking and skin crumbling like ashes in the wind. The magic burns stands out like a grim reminder, taunting. Cor hugs his partner close, muttering soft galah in attempt to comfort the younger man in pain. Or are they more for his own shaken self? Cor is uncertain.

Until he notices in not far away, was bloody accursed Drautos clad in Glauca’s ruined armor.

The high commander of Niflheim’s corpse unmoving and still, with kukri lodge in his chest, its charm flittering in the wind. Cor snarls and lays Nyx down slowly, storming over to retrieve his husband’s beloved kukri back. The older soldier drives the blade in again, hard and deep, before he kicks the traitor in his ceaseless rage and screams. The wretched traitor deserves nothing. For he had been the source of suffering for so many. So much senseless grief, loss and death for years and years.

And now, here they are.

Cor stops reminiscing and slumps over his husband tiredly, careful not to jostle the wounds, resting his eyes while pressing his forehead against Nyx’s. All while keeping his palm steady after cracking another magic flask, with the cooling spell cast over Nyx’s injured arm, in faint hope that it eases the magic burns. The Galahdian’s left side utterly torn and destroyed by the power of the Lucii. His breathing shallow and pained. There is little he can do but wait for Nyx to awaken on his own.

“I’m sorry, I’ll do better. I swear.” Cor whispers softly in a sigh as his clan beads clink softly in its place under his shirt along with his dog tags, right near his heart.

In another life, Cor thinks he might have resigned to being alone, content with a life by himself and his swords. Fulfilling a simple purpose of a Marshal of Lucis. Forever serving the line of Kings. Even years earlier as a younger man, he never thought of another life other than one as a soldier. Yet now, he can barely picture one without his husband or his son beside him. Or one without his fellow brothers in all but blood. He has been granted love and he is now not afraid to love in return. Not when they had given him a better meaning to live. A stronger purpose rather than empty servitude for eternity.

He refuses to return being alone once more.

“You know, usually on tv the main character gives a kiss to the lover before rolling in the credits?”

Cor opens his tired eyes to meet the bright azure orbs he knows. The voice, scratchy and rough but laced with familiar humour. There he is. Finally.

“I though I told you that you need to stop being a damn hero. Why are you always so impulsive?!” Cor breathes shakily once he finds his own voice.

“I can say the same to you! I told you to stop doing shit alone, especially something big!”Nyx argues back, unwilling to back down even in exhaustion. “This is not something as simple as a confidential mission, Cor!”

“Yes, but not if it will get you killed!”

“Sorry but you aren’t getting rid of this lovely ass for a damn long time, babe.”

“Fuck you, Ulric. Just, fuck. You.”

“I d- Cor. Cor? What’s wrong? Haqabi…Wha-Hey, you’re seriously scaring me here… ” Nyx begins to struggle and sit up in panic and Cor has no idea why as his chest tightens in heaves. Until he feels Nyx pulling up his good hand towards his face and rubs the corners of his blurry eyes.

Ah.

A cool wave of relief washes over with a quiet ache, and Cor gladly lets all of his emotions take him.

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“Better?” Nyx asks carefully as they lay down together after a long while. With the older man buried against his not-so-messed-up side.

“Hn.” Cor grunts inaudibly into his shoulder, not meeting his eyes. The toll and exhaustion finally catching up with the Immortal.

Nyx tries to rub his back reassuringly, murmuring softly sweet nothings in galah tiredly. The dim lamp creaks as the quiet brings a lull which calms to their weary souls. Both exhausted and shaken by everything that has transpired. No matter what happens, they would have each other, and their little family.

Yet there are certain things that would never change between the two.

“Also I think I missed that sorry earlier? Can you repeat it? I think I didn’t hear it quite properly.”

Cor shoves his husband away as the younger man cackles between his painful hisses. Before the Lucian drags his gremlin over for a kiss to shut him up.

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Extra:

“I Am. Not. Moving! Over my dead body! Not until Cor is out!”

“But! Sir, your arm-“

“NO!”

“If we make them leave, we’re fucked, if we don’t make them leave, the Marshal will fuck us over.” Ladon Gyuri bemoans to his fellows over the angry Shield behind them.The old warrior positively fuelling on anger and spite at this point despite his gaping wound. “We’re dead.”

The comment earns him a smack and several curses from them all, “Don’t jinx us, idiot!”

Far along the highway with a hijacked truck, the exhausted crew remains in hiding. The King and Shield of Lucis are adamant in waiting for their youngest brother. Much to their guards’ dismay at their stubbornness.

After what seems like an eternity struggling with their charges, Crowe and Yuri, who were keeping a lookout from their perch on top of the truck, lets out a yell. A figure wandering down the ruined road leading out of Insomnia. No, two. One carried by the other.

Regis steps out of hiding and finally breaks into a smile for once in this entire disaster when he sees them.

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And there we go!The last long fic for this AU! TwT will beta read when i feel less terrible edit: found a plot hole lol, *tosses Cor his damn magic flasks*

Song for this ficlet: FF8 Compression of Time, FF9 Rose of May (Cor’s JP VA is a may baby, the coincidence!)

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #kingsglaive #cor leonis #nyx ulric #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #crowe altius #pelna khara #libertus ostium #mentions of prompto and chocobros #cid and wesk too #oc glaives #cornyx #literally the one thing i could not reconcile with #the lion the coeurl and the cub #older cor leonis

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hypaalicious · 2 years

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older noctis got so much disrespect. the team probably didn't do much for the timeskip because he was gonna die anyway and IM STILL MAD ABOUT IT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!! but also bearded noctis over clean shaven anyday

I can only agree with all of this because… I’m…

I’m…

HE DIDN’T NEED TO DIE. HE DIDN’T. THIS IS FINAL FANTASY, WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY TO SAVE MAIN CHARACTERS WHO ARE DESTINED TO DIE. WE DID IT WITH YUNA IN FFX. WE EVEN FOUND A WAY TO SAVE THAT HO RINOA AS WELL AS SPARE EDEA FROM ULTIMECIA BS IN FFVIII.

but no, Squenix said “lol what if we really just ripped everyone’s hearts out and have it end like this.” AND FOR WHAT? 😤 A WHOLE GENERATION OF GAMERS NEEDS THERAPY AFTER HEARING “STAND BY ME”!! And not even a damn FFX-2 type adventure where the boys go on an adventure and somehow bring Noct back. I’m salty.

#but yes bearded older Noct wins every time #I’ll deal with the scratchiness of his facial hair for your highness #god I need to finish that chocobros x reader series!!!#where did I save the draft #fanfiction is our only reprieve 🥲#anon ask

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glitchdecay · 2 months

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I'm trying (and failing) to recall who said it first but Gladio being the one to flip out makes all the more sense when you consider it's his responsibility to protect Noct, and by extension, every single Chocobro. Not knowing how Ignis feels about the whole thing (because everyone was in a quiet tension until they fought the Malboro), and for the sake of keeping Ignis safe, the logical choice was to make Noct reconsider his path forward.

Sure, Gladio is the oldest of the four, but he's not that much older; and the amount of anger he let out felt realistic to me (at least in the Japanese voice-over).

#now _i_ feel like playing chapter 10 again #just an endless loop of fodina caestino over and over and over #disclaimer: i've never played with english audio #and i'm not fluent in german or french or russian to break down the subtleties of those voiceovers #replies #friends #luna

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mrsmneme · 4 months

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My Art Summary 2023

2023 will end soon. I faced a huge change throughout the year such as promotion, relocation, tougher schedule, etc. I was too busy to make arts, but I'm so glad that I made enough to create an art summary. Because my arts weren't finished in monthly basis, so I don't add names of months again. Thank you for all impressions and participations for my work. I'll keep practicing. 🥰❤️

The first one was the 2023 celebrating piece. I made the chocobros playing multiplayer game, the same composition as Comrade's advertisement, but they are older, in alternate ending appearances.

The second one was a happy birthday Ignis piece. I drew his much older self, as we had seen him greeting King Noctis in alternate ending end credit. Thanks @gakusa2 in x for the gorgeous reference.

The third one was a happy birthday Ardyn piece. I drew his chancellor outfit with his famous grin.

The fourth one was a comic I made in an Ignoct gift exchange 2023 campaign. I drew more realistic brotherhood Ignis for the first time.

See full work here.

The fifth one was a finished sketch, but I will color it later. The piece was a Gladio/Ignis romantic moment. I got my inspiration from my Gladnis mutuals and made such ship related piece for the first time.

The sixth one was one of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] series, I drew Noctis in Integral Hellsing's outfit first.

The seventh one was a part of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] too. I drew Gladiolus in Alucard's outfit.

The eighth one was still part of [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit]. I drew Ignis in Walter C. Dornez's outfit.

The ninth one was made for Ignis fashionweek 2023 campaign. It was first created in 2022 but I couldn't finish it, so I retried in 2023. The outfit was [shirtless under a suit].

The tenth piece was a happy 7th anniversary of FFXV piece. I drew 7 characters in top 100 Final Fantasy Big Vote.

The eleventh piece was made for Christmas-themed FFcolorwheel in x.

And the twelfth piece was the last one in [chocobros in Hellsing TV series outfit] when I drew Prompto in Seras Victoria's outfit.

#ff15 #ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #ffxv fanart #noctis lucis caelum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #prompto argentum #ardyn izunia #lunafreya nox fleuret #aranea highwind #hellsing

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firefallvaruna · 5 months

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Chapter 16 Now Up!

Relationships: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Summary:

In the aftermath of the disturbing visions, the Chocofam decide to hold their ground in the hotel. Tempers flare as Noctis and Lunafreya, sick and still in pain from the violent visions, have one of their first arguments.

Photo by Kristaps Grundsteins on Unsplash

Author's Notes:

Not going to lie, this chapter makes me so nervous. I'm not good at writing arguments. lol I decided to stop worrying and just post it today, on the anniversary of FFXV's release.

As always, feedback is always welcome! (And, in fact, might make me dance happily around the house!)

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lunarlegend · 2 years

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The Japanese Cultural Significance Behind Older Ignis’ Hairstyle

this is something i’ve touched upon a couple times before, but i felt like going a bit more in-depth and i have 24/7 blorbo brain, so here we go

for those who are unaware, the pompadour is a bit of an infamous hairstyle in Japan (taken from Wikipedia):

it actually first rose to popularity in the 50s-60s...

...and remained that way on and off up until the early 2000s.

(source is this article, which has a lot more great examples, but unfortunately is also pretty full of annoying ads, lol)

a lot of notable thug-type characters sported the pompadour hairstyle in anime/manga from the late 80s - early 90s...

...and the stereotype is still used in more modern anime, too.

but the way i first learned of the hairstyle’s significance was through the manga Shonan Junai Gumi (precursor to the more popular Great Teacher Onizuka series), where protagonists Eikichi & Ryuji...

...choose to purposely get rid of their pompadours so they can start trying to pick up women (it’s a shonen series from 1990, just bear with me):

but as soon as they step outside, they get challenged by some punks...

...and immediately fix their hair back up so they can participate in the fight.

it’s a huge statement on what it means to be a stereotypical “delinquent” in Japan (obviously taken to the extreme in this case for humor’s sake, but it’s a joke that’s intended to be immediately understood by the audience).

so, what does any of this have to do with Ignis Scientia?

of all the Chocobros, Ignis is definitely the most straight-laced. he’s had the responsibility of being Noctis’ caretaker from a very young age (six years old!) and prides himself on being the most practical of the group, making sure everyone eats healthy and stays out of danger. he drives the car, he manages the money...at 22 years old, he is wise beyond his years, and often joked to be the only true “adult” on the team.

but even as a teenager, Ignis looked far older than his age (pictured here at only 17):

quite the opposite of any of the thugs seen above, young Ignis dressed for his role as a servant of the Royal Family and never acted much like any “typical” teenager. in fact, in his Brotherhood episode, he’s already learning to take on some of the King’s parental responsibilities towards Noctis as Regis’ health noticeably declines...certainly not what one would expect of the normal adolescent experience.

Ignis didn’t really have a childhood (another topic i’ve frequently touched upon), and that’s part of what makes his post-timeskip hairstyle so interesting. instead of keeping his “cockatiel” hair from the main game or simply letting his hair stay down, 32 year old Ignis specifically chose a pompadour:

i’ve often seen it said that Older Ignis looks younger than 22 year old Ignis, and that’s absolutely true. but it’s more than just the softness of his features; it’s that Older Ignis sports a hairstyle you’d normally expect to see on a teenage punk.

given the very little information we have about the 10 Years of Darkness (laziness on the developers’ part imho, but i digress), i consider Older Ignis’ choice of hairstyle to be a significant clue to how he carries himself in the World of Ruin.

here is an Ignis who has accepted the consequences of his decision to wear the Ring, who has gained newfound confidence and stubbornly trained himself to navigate through an endlessly dark world. here is an Ignis who taught himself to hunt again, taught himself to cook again, who has honed his other senses to the point where he can fend for himself in a daemon-infested nightmare that would probably send a less-disciplined person running to their death. 32 year old Ignis quite literally rebelled against his own fate; he chose to survive.

considering that Insomnia is a Japanese city (based on Shinjuku), and that Ignis himself is from there in the original Japanese version of the game (no accent, born in the Kingdom of Lucis just like the others), i can only assume he would understand the cultural significance behind the pompadour hairstyle and what it represents. it’s also a lot of effort for someone who not only exists in a dark world, but who also cannot see himself...there is no doubt in my mind that Ignis chose this style on purpose.

and that’s why i find all of this so fascinating. especially considering what few details we are shown about each of the bros post-timeskip, here’s something about my favorite character that stands out to me as a form of deliberate symbolism and allows me to easily draw conclusions from it. to me it reinforces what a resilient person Ignis is, and it also fuels some of my headcanons that Older Ignis is less uptight and more confident (something that his younger Japanese version self struggles with).

it’s an aspect of Ignis that i feel is extremely significant, but i think has the potential to get overlooked by fans who are not familiar with Japanese culture, which is why i wanted to share it here.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #JapaneseIgnis

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rose-madder-gaze · 9 months

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Besmirched - A Gladiolus/Noctis fic

The stories say that it was once wielded by a king of old to turn the tide of a great battle - that it could fell dragons with a single sweep of its blade that shone like daybreak - that it could rally the hearts of men, even when all hope had been lost. While the name of the king and the place of the battle have been forgotten, and dragons now only roam in legend, the storied Sword of Light has always been a part of Noct's life and the lives of the people who love him.

Besmirched is an Irish folklore AU originally written for the Gladnoct Big Bang. Rated Teen for swearing and non-explicit sexuality. Ships: Gladiolus/Noctis, Prompto/Ignis, Background Lunafreya/Crowe and Cindy/Aranea. Additional Tags: Older Chocobros, Slow Burn, Friends to Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Puns, Medieval Minutiae, Anachronisms Abound, POV Multiple.

Read on AO3!

The art in this post is by @omnificent-orion.

#FFXV #Final Fantasy XV #Gladnoct #Promnis #FFXV fic #fanfic #my fic #I rarely post about fic but Orion peer-pressured me into making this promo :(#the fic is unfinished as of me posting this btw #(I'm promoing so Orion can link it in their art)#but I was procrastinating making this post literally by working on the fic so #it's getting done slowly but most assuredly

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tialinffxiv · 10 months

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Toss a gil to your warrior~ 🎶

Bringing back yet another of older shots.

Btw, meet Tia's chocobro- Keith 🐤

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #gpose #viera #ffxiv glamour #ffxiv screenshots #chocobo

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cactusprisms · 9 days

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So tell me about the half-sister and the niece you are planning to give Regis.

yeeee

okay so Ira and Pax Silvarum are hunters. Very good hunters, Ira in particular is a jack. She’s older than Regis by a good few years, but looks markedly younger, due to not having to support the wall.

Pax is Ira’s only child, because Pax damn near killed her coming out, so Ira and her husband love her dearly. Ira meets the chocobros 1.0 on a hunt when Pax is a year old. She makes friends with this pack of idiots, all the while in the back of her mind is her mother cursing Mors’ name.

Ira knows Regis is her brother. She’s careful the entire time she’s around the bros, because their father is still alive, and her mother wouldn’t hate the man so much without a reason. (Wouldn’t have named her Ira without being so mad at the man).

she’s careful, but friendly. She introduces Regis to her husband and her little girl. She accompanies them on several hunts. She exchanges phone numbers with them. She keeps up communication over the years, even after Mors dies. She sends gifts for Noctis in the mail. Pax calls pretty much all of the chocobros 1.0 uncles.

Regis finds out she’s his sister when she saves his and Clarus’s lives during the fall of Insomnia, cursing out him and niflheim with the same vitriol. She might not be a soldier, or have trained specifically to use her magic, but if she is anything, she’s a Hunter. No one expects a second Caelum on the field. Her husband and child are out of reach of the imperials, and well, this might be her last chance to let loose. More people live than might have.

the Father doesn’t die, only because of the Hunter, teeth grit and feral as a woman pushing 60 can be.

Pax bursts into tears at the sight of her mother’s extremely beat up pick up truck, ‘glaives in the bed and ol’ uncle Reggie asleep on Clarus’s shoulder in the back seat.

@raven-6-10

#blabbering #My writing #Ffxv au

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