𓈒 ╱˓˓𓂃𓋫 i want to see something about other shifters!! 𓋫 ⌑ 🫧〢 ݁⬭
⊹ 𓂐 ۪ ▯ im gonna do a poll to see how many other shifters have merge or crossover DRs,,(wtf do i even call it?)࣪ ⎓ ꒰ 💭 . 〢 ݂
so basically if you’ve only ever really had single “universe” (??) DRs vote “one” pls!!🌀 and if you have merged different universes or media into your DRs pls vote “two”🫧
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1) i’ve never “merged” my DRs !\_🌀}
2) i had / have “merged” DRs !\_🫧}
3) i’m not a shifter !!\_😼🫰}
Voting ended onApr 20, 2025
thank you to all shifters who vote!! your DRs are valid and i just wanna generally see how many other shifters merge DRs bc i don’t see many.. any ways HAPPY SHIFTING !!
Hey! My name is… you know what? It doesn’t really matter, most people know me as InsomniaSix anyway.
I’ve got a weird story to tell you.
So, I created Six Ulric over a year ago while playing Final Fantasy XV. My new OC –original character –for a game re-write I thought about as the magnificent story unravelled itself in front of my eyes. You know, those goosebumps of the first play-through that send countless ideas to your muse for processing.
Anyway, I never thought a friction of my imagination would actually stand in front of me; much less threaten to kill me.
Now, I know, the things I put her through are cruel; trust me, I’ve spent some sleepless nights talking about it with my friends, @mzargentum and @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit . Being bound by fate to loose pretty much everything she ever cared about; sure, she got to meet her soulmates, Gladio and the others, but that was obviously not enough to fix the pain I’ve caused her.
She showed me that; or rather, her sword did.
It all happened a couple of days back…
I was sitting in my desk, laptop and notebook close by as I gathered information for my next chapter.
I took a small break, needed to get some alcohol and nicotine in my system in order to continue.
I took a sip of my beer and lit my cigarette before taking my glasses off and rubbing the bridge of my nose.
That’s when I heard it; a small thud and what sounded like a blade slashing the air. For a second the thought of leaving the game unpaused passed through my head, but when I glanced at the TV, I saw the familiar blue tinted screen, staring back at me.
“Who the hell are you?” her voice pierced my heart.
It was so familiar! –not to mention in English.
I turned slowly toward Claudia Black’s voice and came across my very own creation.
Six was standing in front of me –pointing her sword at my throat, sure, but she was there! Flesh and blood and everything!
She smelled of berries and mint, just like I’d wrote she would.
“Don’t make me ask you again.” Voice demanding, yet low asked again “Who are you?”
My own voice didn’t want to leave my throat. I thought I wanted a drink before!
She lowered her sword as her grey eyes fell upon the Lucian emblem on my T-shirt.
“You’re Lucian?” she asked, arching her scarred brow while she looked at me, top to bottom.
“I’m Greek.” I answered simply, doing the same thing even if my heart was ready to leave my chest. I was mesmerized but terrified at the same time. “It’s really you, isn’t it? My Six.”
“Yours?” she asked, taking up her defensive posture.
“Yeah, you… I created you.” how else was I supposed to say it?
“You what?” she laughed at the thought, obviously not believing my words.
“You don’t know?” I frowned as it slowly hit me “Six, who are you?”
“Is this a game? I don’t have time for games, I need to get back to Gla-“
“You’re…” I took a second, deciding whether it was the right thing to do. After taking everything from her, was I going to take that too? “Six…”
“That’s me!” she pointed at the sketch my friend made of her “What is this? Why do you have a sketch of me?” she drew her weapon at me and my mouth acted on its own.
“It’s called fanfiction!” my eyes were as wide as hers “You’re… you’re part of it. I created you.” the last words came out as a whisper, even though I knew she’d catch up on it.
“That’s bull-“
“Your name is Six Ulric,” I started, wanting to prove a stupid point even if my heart was screaming at me to stop. Her face was scarred and there was a long scar running across her collarbone, so I knew exactly where in game-time she was. In the end! After Noctis’ last sacrifice.
My next words broke my heart.
“You were an immortal, bound by fate to serve and protect the Royal Line of Lucis until the point where Noctis was supposed to save the world from Darkness and its minions. You’re almost two thousand years old and you used to be the Mystic Queen before you were murdered by-“
“Anyone with access in the History Archives can have knowledge of that.” She cut me off, sure about my supposed bluff.
I took a long breath before answering, digging in my mind for something only she would know.
“After facing the one-eyed Behemoth, while Gladio carried you in his arms,” her eyes were focused on mine, she’s making me nervous “you thought to yourself, how the hell was it possible for him to smell as good as he did after a fight like that.”
Her smile grew for a second, thinking about it, then fell as I continued.
“You didn’t think about it.”
“What?”
“You actually hummed the words.”
Six stayed silent for a while and I know she was cursing under her breath.
“Alright,” she said, throwing her sword on my bed when she realized she couldn’t dematerialize it “say I believe you’re my creator, where are the boys? And where is the Chocobo song coming from?”
I made a move to turn my Play Station off but the controller fell from my desk, hitting the floor and getting back to the actual game. The scree changed and there was Gladio, telling Noctis he was leaving.
Six froze, whispering his name.
“Six…”
“What… is this?” she asked, moving to get closer to the TV, placing her hand on Gladio’s flat cheek.
“It’s a game, hon. It’s –“
“Wait, where am I? I was standing right here, next to him.”
Alright, that was it, she had to know the truth, she deserved that much “That’s the actual game, you don’t… you don’t exist in that.” She turned to look at me so fast, so… terrified “Like I said, fanfiction.”
“How can I not exist through something I clearly have memories of?” she was freaking out, but there was no going back now, for either of us.
I explained everything to her; imagining her punching me in the face for everything I’ve put her through; but she only said one thing.
“So when I go back, you can write a better ending for me? We can save Noctis together?”
“I’m not sure how to get you back.” I answer truthfully and she turned her attention back to the game.
“I swear, I’ll find a way to come back to you.” she said to all four of them “I’ll find a way for you to be safe and happy.”
…
It’s been two days!
Six and I have no idea how to get her back and I don’t know what I’m doing!
She only eats and sleeps for a couple of hours before waking up, screaming the boys’ names.
She’s watched Kingsglaive twice now! Twice!
I swear, I thought I got brokenhearted while watching it but even I didn’t cry that much!
She saw what happened while she was away. She was Nyx being the hero she raised him to be.
Second time was even more heartbreaking as she slowly realized… she didn’t exist in what she was watching. She wasn’t the one to teach him how to be a hero. She wasn’t the one to be in the car with the boys or on the bridge when Niflheim attacked.
