#highspecs

[accidental-spice]

Every time I hear something new that AI is doing that I hate, I post more watercolor art

Anyways, here are my Ignea and Prompto Redbubble sticker designs

[durkthework]

Aranea and Ignis Analysis

Source to deleted scene: https://youtu.be/dclQronEPiw?t=942

[squishycat330]

Ignis and Aranea Dancing in the kitchen~

Can you tell I don’t draw full body that much~ Ignis’ face is a bit odd looking but we shall ignore that. It doesn’t carry the same vibe as the other one, plus Iggys arm is right where her belt would be which would help add that feeling back in. I wanted to give her one of those white belts (but in red) that have those circles on the front but alas Ignis. with that said I still think it’s cute, they look like their enjoying themselves. @incendiaryroomba💛

[missregality]

(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)❤

[sleepyheadnat]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Word count: 675

Cleaning up the rubble of the old Citadel years after the fact, Cindy ended up finding something unexpected—a broken leather string tied to a rusty little plaque in the middle. A dog tag. With Noctis's name, age, sex and blood type engraved on it.

It had been a stupid thing, really. Noctis and Prompto had still been in high school at the time and a fair had hit the town. The gunslinger—18 years old and having never held a gun at that point—convinced them to get matching ones from a stand so their whole Royal Retainer "thing" would, quote on quote, "Feel more legit". And now here Noctis's lied, in the ruins of the place where he had fallen. How very fitting.

That silly town's fair trinket was now akin to the prince's inheritance. But there was no fight for its possession—the other two decided on Ignis immediately. And Ignis took it, and he clung to it. It hadn't been easy for any of them—much less for himself—to see their formerly composed and seemingly unshakable companion, their "mom", kneeling on the dusty ground, gripping the dog tag in both hands like his life depended on it, sobbing openly and bitterly like a child.

He began wearing it around his neck—fixed the string with the utmost care. Aranea would catch, out of the corner of her eyes, how he would sometimes hold it between fingers, stroke it while whispering soothing mantras to get himself to calm down when whatever creature lived in his head started acting up. In moments like those it settled in her—the truth she had long realized and accepted way before he had gotten down on one knee before her: Aranea had married a broken man. Fit her just right, though; she wasn't any less broken than he was.

Maybe too many blows to the head will do that to you, but she found it harder and harder to discern reality in her mind. She would spend minutes trying to separate her dreams—and nightmares—from the prior night from her actual life, try to make sure that the memory she was playing in her mind was an actual memory and not a thought or a story someone had told her.

She would sometimes watch Ignis as he talked to her, stare at the scarred eyes behind his glasses, follow the movement of his lips and wonder to herself who was this man talking to her so intimately and why did he feel so familiar. Some mornings, she would leap out of bed when she saw him and reach for a spear that was not there. Ignis would gently, lovingly coax her into believing that yes, they were married, this was her house, she was safe. No, the war had ended long ago, they didn't have to worry about that. Niffelheim? No, they were in Insomnia, she had defected from the Empire years ago. Why was the Sun up? It was because the True King had sacrificed himself to bring the Dawn back. The world was saved.

And, as sick and twisted as it was (because it was very sick and twisted), the few tears that would sometimes escape Ignis as he said those words aloud would at times turn out to be just the thing that spurred Aranea's memories back. She would come out of her episodes just in time to see her husband try to hide his sadness. But Aranea, always one to have things done her way, would have none of that. And, as sick and twisted as it was, comforting him helped ease her mind away from painful memories and destructive thoughts.

In a sick, twisted, miraculous way, having to care for each other's burdens helped ease their own pain. It was easier to be strong when you had someone who depended on you, warmth was easier to find with arms holding you or another body lying beside your own in bed. Yes, married life suited them just fine—to live is to suffer, but at least they weren't suffering alone.

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This is a little segment of a HighSpecs fic I began writing in late 2022/early 2023. I never got around to finishing it,—and I want to! I just don't know when I'll have the time—but this section was completed and self-contained enough that I felt like sharing it by itself for now, while the rest of the fic remains a WIP.

[flowers-of-tenebrae]

[guard-and-glaive]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV, Kingsglaive: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Aranea Highwind/Ignis Scientia, Crowe Altius/Gladiolus Amicitia Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Cor Leonis, Clarus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum, Aranea Highwind, Prompto Argentum, Crowe Altius, Nyx Ulric, Pelna Khara, Luche Lazarus, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, Rare Pairings Summary:

Gladiolus feels his chest burn.

It’s muted, subtle, so it’s easy for him to ignore it. At first.

But the burn runs up from his heart to his shoulder and across his back onto the other shoulder. It’s rapid and intensifying, and it gives him pause.

It can only mean one thing.

But now that they’ve asked, he doesn’t tell them. He doesn’t tell them he’s finally met his soul mate. Because frankly, he doesn’t know who she is.

And he rather he never finds out.

[snoffart]

okay SERVEEEEE.