Apr 23, 2019
Here’s the piece I did for @noctzine You’re all amazing!! ❤
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Here’s the piece I did for @noctzine You’re all amazing!! ❤
A Prince’s Threads | Chocobros
Title: A Prince’s Threads Rating: G Pairings: None Warnings: Hijinks and shenanigans? Summary:
Noctis may have accidentally ripped a hole in his fancy pants in his attempt to crawl in through the resort window. But he figures the true source of Ignis’s horror has more to do with the utterly drenched state of his suit, and the unbecoming squelch of socked feet inside muddied shoes. “I know this looks bad,” Noctis says, holding up both hands in order to assuage his advisor's fears, “but the assembly isn’t for another thirty.”
Notes: look who’s finally posting their entry for @noctzine! it’s me! late to the party as always! i just want to say that i feel hashtag blessed to have been a part of such an amazing project!
Noctis has done his fair share of questionable things throughout his short life. From letting Prompto copy his homework to using cheat codes on video games that prove too difficult to merit a surplus of his time, he definitely enjoys living life on the edge at the ripe old age of nineteen. In the odd chance that he gets caught amid nefarious acts, he always has good ol’ Ignis to break him out of stern lectures, even if it means getting a stern lecture from Ignis himself.
Right now, a lecture is all but imminent. In fact, he’d be lucky if a lecture is all he got from this string of bad choices judging by the utterly gobsmacked look on Ignis’ face.
“Highness.”
Noctis may have accidentally ripped a hole in his fancy pants in his attempt to crawl in through the resort window. But he figures the true source of Ignis’s horror has more to do with the utterly drenched state of his suit, and the unbecoming squelch of socked feet inside muddied shoes.
“I know this looks bad,” Noctis says, holding up both hands in order to assuage his advisor’s fears, “but the assembly isn’t for another thirty.”
“It doesn’t seem like time management is the issue at hand.” Ignis removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Noct, that raiment belonged to your father. It took weeks to get it tailored to you. What the bloody hell happened?”
“You want the long or the short of it?”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
FFXV | 1500 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Noctis-centric | Angst :’D | Noct uses Umbras powers
Summary:
Noctis remembers his time in Tenebrae. It was there Dad and Luna pulled him out of his depressed mind, it was them who’d helped him out of the wheelchair. Who’d given him the courage to walk again. And that wasn’t the last they’d done for him. But what has he ever done for them? After the events in Altissia, Noctis seeks comfort in the past. Meeting his loved ones one more time doesn’t make it any easier to say goodbye, though.
This is my full piece for the lovely @noctzine ! It was so much fun to be part of this project!!
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Hello everyone! Today, we are proud to announce our amazing participants! of the night is excited to have each and every one of them here!
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We want to thank everyone again for their continued love and support for our project! We look forward to getting underway with our creation process, and will keep all of you updated as the zine progresses!
Here’s two little snippets from my piece for the amazing @noctzine! One is the beginning, and the other was voted on by Twitter of which chocobro I should show. I’m still absolutely honored to have been a part of such an incredible fan creation. Preorders are open until the 15th so please check it out so you don’t miss out!
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a preview for my piece in the @noctzine!!
preorders are open until the 15th of january; pls take a look at the tier selections and the blog for more info!! all the piece i’ve seen so far are absolutely breathtaking and we’re really excited to share with you all <3
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Hello! I recently got my copy of the Of the Night zine and wanted to thank you for your contribution! I loved your fic, esp the end where noct struggles to express his feelings,,,, i love that, it makes my heart feel giddy! Just,,,, noct helping out the bros in small ways aaaaa! Anyways, tysm for the good noct content
Ahhh oh my gosh! This was the SWEETEST message to wake up to! Thank you so much! ;~; ♥♥♥Honestly I kept my piece for the zine pretty under the radar, because I am just beyond honored to have been a part of it and I’m quiet in fandom by nature. So it means a lot that you enjoyed it and took the time to message me! I’d have never expected that! Now I’m giddy, too! ^_^
Noct having difficultly expressing himself is something I think about a lot… so that’s kinda where the idea came from, him just wanting to show the boys he cares in his own little ways :’)
Thank you again for the sweet ask and for supporting the Zine!
Who Needs Fashion?
- [Tiny snippet of my @noctzine piece!]
Noctis has done his fair share of questionable things throughout his short life. From letting Prompto copy his homework to using cheat codes on video games that prove too difficult to merit the majority of his time, he definitely enjoys living life on the edge at the ripe old age of nineteen. In the odd chance that he gets caught, he always has good ol’ Ignis to break him out of stern lectures, even if it means getting a stern lecture from Ignis himself.
From where he stands, a lecture is all but imminent. In fact, he’d be lucky if a lecture is all he got from this string of bad choices judging by the utterly gobsmacked look on Ignis’ face.
“Highness.”
Noctis may have accidentally ripped a hole in his dress pants in his attempt to crawl in through the resort window. But he figures the true source of Ignis’ horror lies with the utterly drenched state of his suit and the unbecoming squelch of socked feet inside muddied shoes. “I know this looks bad,” Noctis says, holding up both hands in order to assuage his adviser's fears, “but the assembly isn’t for another thirty.”
“It doesn’t seem like time management is the issue at hand.” Ignis removes his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Noct, that raiment belonged to your father. It took weeks to get it tailored to you. What the bloody hell happened?”
“You want the long or the short of it?” At Ignis’ impassive stare, Noctis continues, “I may have, wholly accidentally, gotten a little too close to the edge of the pier.”