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Okay and hereās part two of the knives concept art, this time itās all about the early concepts for Mr. hundreds spoons giant Snuggie
Waki Kiyotaka and Nabe began this segment talking about how they played around with the design of knives clothes for some time to reach something that was still doable for the riggers and modelers but matched the design teams vision for this otherworldly cloak.
Nabe then jumped in to add that one reason for the cloak was actually to emphasize that Tesla a living, conscious part of knives. He went on to clarify that Teslaās first appearance is actually in episode 3. I have down in my notes that he said specifically āin episode three when you see he strikes with the spears those are Teslaā. I just went back and re-watched episode 3 and maybe itās that Iām tired and very sleep deprived from the convention but I couldnāt pinpoint what he was referring to, so I may have misheard him. If anyone has any theories or better idea of what he said/was referring to please please please let me know
EDIT: he says makes a sphere of blades thatās teslas eye. So that scene where the huge sea of blades forms over Jeneora Rock is Tesla!!!!
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Help get Nyx a victory in this round of the Most Fuckable FF Man bracket: the more this is shared, the less Nyx wears! If you havenāt yet, please vote for the Hero of the Kingsglaive!
(Part two was shared as a reblog of the initial post, but I think Iām going to do them as separate posts going forward)
Part 1&2
I know you've been wanting to write this. Nyxnoct. One character is enraged, and the other is trying to calm them down
... actually I may not have worded it correctly, I forgot the prompt Im sorry š
I think you're referring to the first answer in this ask I answered a while back? (NOTE: for some reason I used the word violet answering that ask when I meant the magenta color in Noct's eyes?? My brain wasn't working that day apparently ^^;) Consider this a snippet of something I 1000% intend to come back to and flesh out more because - A;DKJSLFGDKF.
***(Some violence ahead)
***(This is the longest one I've written from the requests so far, it was hard to keep it as short as the others. I wrote it kinda fast too)
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He can't recount a moment in his life where his veins burned inside him like this. Nor a moment where the world spun around him so fast it felt as though he could barely keep his head on straight. There's a swirling pit in his stomach; an incessant ringing in his ears that makes him want to reach up and cover them.
He can't with his wrists strapped down to this cold, uncomfortable metal chair. Not with the man in the white lab coat approaching to grab him by the chin and tilt his head back to examine him.
The man is but a mere magenta blur to Noctis as he fights the rush of dizziness and squirms in his seat. Something sharp and painful is going to come. He knows it and his heart thuds in his chest as he attempts to wrench himself from the man's hold.
"The eyes are still pink. Neck's flaring up like he's overexerting. Drain his magic."
Noctis knows what comes after that. It's typically a prick in his neck followed by a shock that renders him and his magic useless, only to be injected by something else that increases his senses and awareness ten fold.
It's an odd feeling; someone attempting to tear the magic of your ancestors from your body and channel it for their own gain. Noctis didn't try to understand the researchers' logic or hypotheses on how to do such a thing. All he could do was writhe and scream as they poked and prodded at the magic that's become as natural to him as breathing.
For the last few days it's as if they've done nothing but toy with a magical fight or flight response; forcing him into a sickening state of stasis only to overwhelm him until the magic resurfaced for Noctis' own sake. Every time Noctis is at the height of his panic and pain threshold, the magic takes over completely.
This time it takes no prisoners.
It starts with the light fixture above suddenly flickering, causing the person that approaches Noctis with a new needle to pause and look up. The tingle of lightning spurs at the tips of Noct's fingers, and in the next second the light fixture above them shatters.
"What the - "
Noct's fists clench atop the chairs armrests, a magical fire igniting him as his skull and heart pounds relentlessly. He raises his arms up, wrists tearing through the leather that binds them like they're merely cheap fabric. The second light fixture in the room shatters, the only light in the room being the flickering of the various computer screens that monitored Noct's vitals. He's not even hooked up to them, but they still beep with furious caution and warning as they smoke and short circuit.
The man on his left is far too distracted by the sudden chaos to avoid Noctis grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, glaring at him with magenta disgust before shooting up from his seat and tossing him against the one way glass window nearby. The glass cracks upon impact and the man falls unconscious to the floor.
"Guards!" The other man calls, and Noctis whips around faster than the man can blink, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him high from the floor. The flames emanating from his palm turn as pink as his eyes, stealing the breath and even the screams from the man as his throat suddenly grows gray and ashen. He thrusts the man against the other wall just as the door behind him swings open.
One glance over his shoulder and Noctis phases aside in a phantom of blue, leaving the man to slide and crumple to the floor. Noctis phases again, this time in front of the pair of MTs rushing inside to put him down. He skewers them both with a blue phantom spear, crystal like shards sparking off both him and the weapon as it sizzles with lightning. When they're both thrust back into the hall, the spear returns to Noctis' side and disappears.
"I knew it," a hoarse voice comes from behind him, and Noctis' head snaps to follow the voice. He turns to see the man slumped on the floor, wheezing and gripping his own neck where Noctis left singe marks. "I knew with enough time we could see the Caelum magic at it's most primal. I'll bet there's things... even the Founder King never knew he was capable of. All those years of honing put to waste by tradition." He chuckles, but it quickly turns into a coughing fit. "Never thinking beyond the scope of what you think you know. With enough research... enough conditioning... you'd make a fine weapon. Wouldn't you, little prince?"
Noctis gnashes his teeth and snarls at the man with a low, guttural noise. Little prince. He knows that name, but never uttered in such a threatening manner. The magic inside him flares, the magenta color in his eyes intensifying their glow as he phases in front of the man. Noctis gets down on his knees and grabs him by the neck again, dragging him up on his feet and against the wall.
Danger. Danger. Danger. It's all he can hear in his head as he tilts his head at the suffocating man. He can feel that quickening pulse underneath his palm as he squeezes, the tingle of electricity charging up at his finger tips. He won't be safe until he gets rid of everyone here.
"Noct!"
Noctis startles at the cry, suppressing his own magical instincts before they unleash upon the man before him. That voice. He knows that voice.
"Shit..."
"What the... hell?"
He knows those voices too. Noctis maintains his sturdy grip on the man's throat as he slowly looks over his shoulder. There's a group of five filtering in. Two of them are hooded. The other three... they look painfully familiar. Noctis frowns and exhales shakily, far too overloaded to concentrate on anything properly.
"Might need to see this one for yourself, Marshal..." The bigger one with the tattooed arms says as he touches something on his ear.
"Noct, put the researcher down." One of the hooded ones says, slowly walking ahead of the rest. "We need him alive."
That doesn't make any sense. If the man he keeps pinned to this wall stays alive, then Noctis isn't safe. Noctis bears his teeth and almost hisses at the hooded man, making him pause in his steps and hold out his hands.
"You don't recognize my voice, Noct?" He says and slowly reaches with one hand to pull back his hood. He does recognize it, and it makes him exhale shakily. "It's me. Nyx."
That face. The blue eyes with the tattoo under one of them. The tattoo on his cheek. The stubble along his strong jaw. The hair and the braids.
"Nyx..." He says curiously, a fuzzy memory of Nyx placing that same coat over Noct's own shoulders.
"Your other friends, too," Nyx says as he starts to approach him again. "You know. Gladio, Ignis and Prompto. You remember Pelna too, don't you?"
"Let the guy go, Noct," Gladio chimes in calmly. "We've got you covered from here."
"You'll be home in no time," Ignis adds, followed by Prompto's:
"You're safe with us, buddy."
Guys. Noctis lets out a heavy breath, head hanging as he releases his hold on the man. He falls to the floor in a fit of coughs, Gladio and Pelna immediately moving to secure him. It doesn't startle or set Noctis off, if only because of Nyx stopping right in front of him. His gloves hands are still held where Noct can see them.
The moment they come up to cup his face, the magical fire of preservation starts to diffuse in him.
"Eyes on me," Nyx says softly. "Breathe with me. Can you do that? Big breath in and out."
Noctis follows Nyx's lead, the pounding in his skull and chest starting to fade by the third time they do it.
"There you go," Nyx smiles at him and nods. "You're okay. You're safe. You recognize me now, right?"
"Nyx." Noctis whispers as the magenta at the corners of his vision bleeds away, and Nyx taking his hands is crystal clear.
How... how did he forget for even a second?
There's little time to ponder as the world around Noctis starts to spin again. His head and body ache. Before he can think to say anything else, he screws his eyes shut and grunts, nearly faltering to his knees. Nyx catches him before he can crash down unkindly, and bears all the weight as Noctis leans into him.
"Easy. Easy. You're going to be okay."
"You found me." Noctis says, burying his face into the crook of Nyx's neck.
"Didn't mean to keep you waiting. Doubt it was worth it this time." Nyx sighs and wraps his arms around Noct to hold him tightly. "I've got you now, little king. I've got you."
After much deliberation and help from all of you, we are happy to announce the prompts for NyxWeek2022:
Day 1: Tradition, Galahdan Holiday, Memories, Tattoos/Marks
Day 2: Dance, Shifter, Galahd, Stars
Day 3: Storm, Fae, Time Travel, Scars
Day 4: Loyalty, Guard Duty, Fate/Roleswap, Magic
Day 5: Friendship, Spies, Wounds, Training Session
Day 6: Recovery, Day Off, Reincarnation & Afterlife, Safety
Day 7: Fire, Camping, Sacrifice, Found Family.
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We donāt have alternate prompts because there are already four per day to choose between, spread across a variety of prompt types - activities, AUs, etc. If there is a day where none of them work for you, feel free to reach out to us via our askbox or to your fellow creators for ideas.
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Noctis was rubbing his hands to warm them, having forgotten his gloves back at the apartment. He and Nyx were out exploring the ice gardens created for Shiva's Festival.
"Cold, Little Star?" He didn't have to look at Nyx to know his date was amused.
"I'm... fine," Noct protests, then nearly bumps into Nyx when he suddenly stopped in front of him and turned so that they were facing each other. Before Noct could pull away, Nyx took his hands and brought them close to his mouth to allow his warm breath to heat them. The gentle act of affection was enough to make Noct blush and look away. After a few moments Nyx pulled away but still held both of Noct's hands.
The apartment overlooks the fountain square. The shutters often closed against the heat of the day and the noise of the busy streets. The fountain reflecting glaring noon sun and the guests in the hotel peeking through windows from the airy balconies. It faces west, the tall windows a catch-all for the setting sun before it dips below the taller buildings and billboards above.
In the morning, itās quiet. And dark, and if Nyx opens the windows as he has a morning coffee, he can hear the constant babble of the fountain and the chatter of the power plant shift change as women moved easily through the narrow streets. He could watch the steam rising in the cool morning air, as the heat beneath the city was repurposed for power, relaxing at the cluttered little table that overlooked the square. Noctis would sleep in a tangle of thin blankets, most thrown off in the night.
The market is a few narrow streets away, the morning bustle already floating up, echoed through mostly empty streets. Itās not like Insomnia, where life never rests. And itās not Caem, where theyāre alone and free. Lestallum, with its little bachelor apartment on the corner of a crowded building where everything is just built in close quarters, reminds Nyx of Galahd. Of the cities that were built like warrens along the coast before the Nifs tore them down for sprawling resorts. And the shining lights that faded with the sun. Night markets and the claustrophobic rich of narrow streets lifting to rare plazas or the crowded thoroughfares.
Nyx liked to sit at the window and sip his morning coffee while Noctis slept behind him in their bed. He listened to the idle strum of the street musician setting up and watch the tourists leave the hotel with an eager curiosity to see Lucis in the dawn from the overlook. Oblivious to the vacationing King stealing a few more hours across the plaza.
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Apologies for the quality of the pages fromā¦ five onwards. I started this story a few months ago, before work got super busy and I couldnāt draw consistently. I donāt have enough fucks to polish the last few pages, but at least the story is all there!
The art is patchy - hereās to awkward style shifts and trying to learn new things.
As always with pages, would tremendously appreciate any comments you have. Cheers for looking!
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