May. 27th, 2018

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Royal Bastard Fix-It for the Sad!AU Earlier:

His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Noctis, who Ace has never met in person, shows up at Ace’s Bar-Restaurant pre-Fall, looking as if something chewed him up and spat him out - emotionally, that is, not physically - and practically hurls himself into Ace’s arms.

Ace is frozen, WHAT-THE-FUCK blaring through his head, and then in the middle of Noctis’ sobs his (unknowing?) half-brother mumbles something to him - “You said - you said to tell you ’hasta la vista, baby. ’ And Ace freezes for a long moment before, arms closing protectively around his baby brother - he looks up over his Noctis’ head, and pretty much tells everyone to ‘get the fuck out RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, WE’RE CLOSED.’

Afterwards, when the bad is empty, he sits Noctis down, makes them hot chocolate (liberally spiked with brandy), hands one to his brother, and they sit quietly together for a long moment.

“So. Time travel?”

“Yeah.”

“The Long Night? Everyone died?”

“I died. And then I woke up. Here. And you’d - I thought it was a joke, but you said that if I ever time-travelled back, to find you and to say that, and - ”

“Yeah, I know what it means. Little brother. Uncle Ardyn?”

“I killed him. I killed him, and then I called on the Old Kings, and I died, and - ”

“Shush.” Ace hugs him again. “I know.”

**

“Okay, so there’s one sure-fire way I can think of to start making a change.”

“What?”

“We get Uncle Ardyn to be your Uncle.”

“What?!”

“Because never, in ten thousand years, would Uncle Ardyn intentionally hurt me. He’s the most possessive fucker to ever be spawned on Eos. If he accepts you as his nephew rather then as Somnus’ descendant - there will be no one and nothing more determined to keep you safe.”

Oh, poor Noctis, poor, poor Noctis. Waking up back in time and realizing that no one remembers what happened but him and he has a brother holy fuck-

A brother that apparently thought of this and gave him a code to use so Noctis does the rational thing, after making sure his father is alive and well and alive and Noctis never thought he’d see that again, he goes to find his brother.

Ace who stands shock still as Noctis starts crying in his arms and doesn’t stop and then he says the code that Ace thought up on a whim just a week ago and Ace orders everyone out.

In that moment Ace knows that Noctis is his and he’ll be damned if anything happens to his baby brother. So they get Ardyn into Insomnia and then-

Then, of course, Shenanigans ensue trying to make everyone a family.

It works.

Oh *ouch*

But of COURSE Ace has a time-travel protocol/contingency in place.

@sparklecryptid

More like Ace is wise to the ways of fandom and the sheer fucked-upedness that the Astral can pull on occasion, right? And yes, of course he has a time-travel contingency protocol, doesn’t everyone? …there’s also the small fact that the phrase ‘hasta la vista, baby’ has - certain cinematic implications linking it with/to time travel. 

Ace probably calls up Uncle Ardyn then and there in the bar, and goes - ‘Hey, Uncle Ardyn. Looks like I have a baby brother.’

“Of course you do, nephew dearest. And a crown as well, if you would only tell -”

“You’re not listening, Uncle. I have a brother.” And oh, but this is Ace laying claim. And Ardyn gets it, hears that sheer bull-headed possessive protectiveness that is the hallmark of the Lucis Caelum line.

Ace bulls ahead. “Also, the Astrals royally fucked him over. Apparently, he died killing you, and then they shoved him into the past into his teenage body, and he really doesn’t want to do it all over again.”

Noctis, voice muffled in the background: “Man, fuck the Six.”

Ardyn: “…well. It seems like I have a new nephew to get to know.”

After hanging up the phone, Ace probably turns to Noctis, and tells him - “Look. It might not mean much. It might mean everything. But - listen, the Draconian probably didn’t tell you exactly what great-grandfucker Somnus did to Uncle, and - “ Ace lays out the entire story he heard from Ardyn, a story of love and sacrifice, betrayal and broken trust, and Noctis is almost incandescent with fury by the time Ace finishes.

Almost literally the first thing Noctis says to Ardyn in this life, as soon as his Uncle steps through the bar door, is: “Fucking Somnus. I’m sorry.”

Ardyn: “…It’s nice to meet you, nephew.”
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Must watch: Chris Hayes on 'despicable' new Trump policy:
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re-fill:

whyyoustabbedme:

I guess only white children are “precious gifts from god”

Every American should be rioting in the streets because of this. FUCK THIS.

God, a lot of this shit is being reported from my hometown. FUCK AZ border policies. FUCK this shit. This is inhumane. We’re supposed to be BETTER THAN THIS. When did we stop meaning HOPE to these people?
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Confused Cor and… Toad Cor

Ardyn or Nyx, of toad!Cor: This is the greatest thing I have seen in my life.
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An Ardyn wip appears
P.s. some people guessed it. My kink is drawing my faves with their sleeves rolled up xD
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Me: *works over a month on that one chapter that is meant to be perfect*

Me: Wow, what a gem, I feel like this is going to be the chapter! Everybody is going to love it!

Chapter: *flops gently*

Me: *literally writes an utter shit, is so done with this fic and life*

Me: You know what? Whatever, it’s going to flop anyway, I will just publish that.

Chapter: *literally declared as the best chapter of the series, people are screaming, in first 10 hours since posting it has more comments that previous chapter got in last 3 weeks*

Me:

@deadcatwithaflamethrower
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Here’s the situation.

I’m currently unemployed and bringing in no income (I’m stay at home for the kids, since we can’t afford child care). My wife is our sole breadwinner. She earns about $60,000 a year, which isn’t bad, but it’s less than $40k after we pay for health insurance and taxes. We own a house and support four people on that income. And seriously, honestly, it’s not undoable, and we were doing fine keeping our heads above water until recently.

What changed?

With everything else going on I haven’t talked about it much, but the nugget - our 3 month old son - has a mystery allergy, or possibly a mystery health problem. So far, he’s hitting his physical and mental developmental milestones, but we can’t figure out what the problem is. His skin is continually broken out in hives, he produces bloody stools, and his breathing is perpetually wheezy. Regular appointments with the doctor, various changes to his daily routine, and dietary changes have helped the problems but haven’t cured them. It’s added both work and daily expense that we happily cover to the best our ability, but it’s absolutely made things harder. 

He’s taking neocate, a fancy hypoallergenic formula that costs roughly three times more than regular formula. I’m not able to breastfeed (thanks, PCOS), and our insurance company has declined our requests for financial support to pay for the formula because he’s not actively dying (not exaggerating, that’s their literal reason). Instead of spending maybe $100 on formula each month, we’re spending three times that, and it will only increase as he grows. Even with fancy food, he’s edging dangerously into “failure to thrive” territory. He was born small - around 15th percentile for boys - and though he’s been gaining weight, it’s not at the rate he should be. Three weeks ago, he was in the 4th percentile for weight, and on Friday at his most recent appointment he was in the first percentile (he’s been pretty steady at the 25th percentile for height). Further, we thought he was doing better but then he had more bloody discharge this Saturday, so that means back to the doctor. We’ll have to afford the $300 plus each month most likely until he’s at least 9 months or a year old, and probably won’t be able to switch him to milk - until we identify the allergy we can’t even guess how much this will cost going forward. The price of this more than exceeds the wiggle room in our monthly budget, especially since we’re also paying extra doctor co-pays, extra washing prices for fancy detergent, and slathering him in expensive lotion to protect his skin.

As such, hi, I’m here asking for help. I’m keeping things really simple. If you want to chip in a little, you can:

1. Buy me a ko-fi. 

2. Support me on Patreon.

I’ll try to write commissions of 1k or fewer words for anyone who buys me a ko-fi or supports me on Patreon, but I can’t promise when they’ll get done. Time is limited, and I get little enough time to write that it’s even harder for me to get done writing “responsibilities” than it used to be, and honestly? It was never my strong point. People who’ve commissioned me can attest, I’m really unreliable, and I feel like shit about that but there we are - I learned the hard way that’s how I am and now all I can do is try to be honest and straightforward about it, and ask that people support me despite that short-coming. What I can promise - I’m doing my best to continue producing stories and other content. That won’t change. And financial support in this would really alleviate stress for my wife and I, which would make it easier for me to get writing and such done, so indirectly, ya’ll will benefit.

Thanks for reading, everybody. Here, have a picture of my happy wiggly boy.
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The sagas were born in a cultural ferment where laws, genealogies, navigational details, historical events, origin myths, family stories, folktales, and poems were transmitted by word of mouth. They began life as oral stories, reshaped and retold as they were passed down the generations, moulded by the many mouths, elaborated to incorporate new details and embellished to make better winter tales to tell around the fireside.
~Eleanor Rosamund Barraclough, Beyond the Northlands: Viking Voyages and the Old Norse Sagas
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Cont: Noctis and Ace, watching as their Uncle heads out on a date with Cor the Immortal. Noctis, voice quiet, hushed, and a little horrified: What have we /done/, big brother? Ace, putting a fortifying arm around his shoulders: What we had to, little brother. What we had to.

The plan works. Cor and Ardyn go out on more dates. Noctis and Ace are quietly horrified.

Noctis one day, when Gladio is off doing something, is being trained by Cor.

Cor, deadpan: “Dodge.”

Noctis, with growing horror, dodges just in time as a blunt knife whizzes past where he had been before.

Noctis regrets.

Meanwhile Ace has to listen to his Uncle describe his new sex life. He hates it, he doesn’t need to know about the tentacle kink thanks.
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Regis, Clarus and Cor are intrigued, so it’s no surprise when Regis asks to meet said friend and uncle.

Imagine their surprise when Noctis brings a Galahdian refugee and the Chancellor of Niflheim to meet them.

Ardyn’s connection to Niflheim is brought up, he spills a few secrets because it’s fun watching Clarus’ face go red, and also because he’s not being taken from his nephews damn it.

Ace’s parentage is brought up; he shifts awkwardly, Noctis and Ardyn are watching him like hawks. Ace wants a refund on everything.

“My mother was Katrina Apollonian.” Is all Ace says and Noctis sighs, Ardyn looks disappointed. Both of them want Ace to claim his title damn it.

Cor is the first to put it together. “No,” he says looking Regis in the eyes, “N o.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific dear friend.”

Cor points at Ace, “You’re Regis’ eldest aren’t you?”

Ace doesn’t answer, Noctis does. “Yes! Finally, someone figured it out! He’s my brother.”

“Fuck you, Noct.”
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(cont) I think that Jean might /deliberately/ infect his patient with late-stage StarScourge, super-charge the infection such that they transitioned to deamonhood almost instantaneously, wait until the /deamon’s/ healing factor healed their wounds, and then heal the Scourge. Reverting the deamon back to a fully healed /human/. It would be - painful and probably knock him unconcious for at least a week, but - Jean thinks he could do it. It’s his ultimate last resort.

Ohhh, that’s a nifty idea! Doing things and thinking you can do them are two different things, however.

I can see Jean attempting it though, especially if it was someone he cared about dying. I can see him trying everything to get that person to live and if he has to turn them into a daemon then back again he would at least try.

(Why am I now seeing Jean trying to stop Nyx from dying by turning him into a daemon and then trying to turn him back only-

It doesn’t work, Nyx remains a daemon, a daemon that practically dares others to try and harm Jean while he’s unconscious. Daemon’s I think, are possessive creatures, so daemon!Nyx would be doubly possessive of Jean.

When Jean wakes up, he doesn’t expect it to be a daemon standing over him. He doesn’t expect the daemon to show him affection.

He hadn’t except Nyx to become a daemon in the first place and he-

He wants the old Nyx back. But at this point? He’ll take what he can get.)
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So I just. Had a nice mental image of the Dancer!verse, that I thought I’d share with you?

Just - picturing Cor tracking down the Dancer on a warm, clear night. It’s not the first time; he’s done it before, and exchanged words with the cryptic, laughing daemon who walks as a man. There’s a strange - almost truce. Almost understanding. And sometimes the information the Dancer presents to him as a gift is absolutely priceless - old secrets, new secrets, even a casual word about the Empire’s movements or capabilities on occasion.

And Cor - Cor pauses when he comes across the Dancer, laughing as he dances across the ruins, deamons swaying next to him, and as he watches, he suddenly realizes that - he’s not alone. There’s another figure, sitting in the shadow of a broken column, watching the Dancer - well, dance.

Cor thinks that he might be a hunter, come to watch the midnight parade of deamons. And the soft laugh as the stranger notices him in turn, as he shifts to the side to give Cor room to sit, seems to affirm it.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” the stranger says. And Cor - he has to admit. There’s a strange beauty to the Dancer - to a man, a deamon, who unapologetically is what he/it is. And Cor agrees, and they exchange words - not much. Just - little things. About the weather. About the Dancer, about his dance. Mostly, they just sit, and there’s - a strange, companionable air between them. Cor’s not relaxed his guard, of course, but - it’s almost nice.

And finally, Cor asks him the question. “My name’s Cor Leonis. Who are you?”

And again, comes that strange, soft laugh, and the stranger turns to him, and his face - his face is like something from a nightmare, twisted by the Scourge, eyes gleaming gold from beneath an endless trail of black tears.

“I came to watch my son dance.”

Oh, I love that. It’s simple and delicate almost the way you’ve worded it but also there’s a hint of, i dont know, danger throughout the whole thing.

it’s lovely.

Honestly, at this point, I think Cor would just go with it. Like, sure, the Dancer has a father, the father is also a monster, makes sense, and just act the same with Ardyn has he has been acting.

Of course, Cor would have questions, and Ardyn is just as cryptic as his son and answers in half-truths and riddles. It’s almost fun for Cor to decipher the answers he receives, and soon enough, it becomes almost a game.

The Dancer himself laughs at Cor when Ardyn isn’t there and Cor asks after him.

“What is he?” Cor asks.

“Old, old and timeless.”

“What is he?”

“Healer, hero, king. Healer, hero, king. Villain and murderer and Scourge-King. Scourge-king and first Chosen.”

“What is he?”

A laugh and dark smile. “The first king, the first Lucis Caelum.”

Both Cor and Ardyn have fun with their game of half-truths and riddles - it’s almost a strange form of flirting. Ardyn likes being mysterious and playful, and Cor enjoys the challenge and the edge of enjoyment in his opponent that lets him know that they’re playing, and that neither of them gives a damn.

And oh, but when Ardyn and Jean team up on the riddles and misdirections? It’s a fun time for all.

And that name. Lucis Caelum.

It changes everything, and nothing.
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#and here we see king arthur rising from the lake of avalon

@blackkatmagic tobirama’s lake
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Okay, so I’ve been promising you this for a while - sorry, I got caught up in a few RL issues. But - behold! My idea of Luna and Ardyn’s First Meeting.

Luna comes to Galahd.

Luna comes to Galahd with her trident in her hand and a determination that is anything but cold in her heart - because this is her chance. The Oracle knows the will of the gods; she know the path that has been set before Noctis - the path, the price, and the promise of the dawn. She knows the sequence of events - Gentiana taught her since practically before the young Oracle-to-be could walk.

And she knows that something that splintered that path. She can hear the frustrated rage of Bahumut, coiled in the Crystal; she knows Shiva’s towering rage (a rage that is splintered frost and grinding ice, a rage that is glaciers and the promise of an endless winter). And Luna comprehends, for perhaps the first time ever, that fate - is not set in stone. That someone has broken the immutable, fix predestination guiding Eos.

And that means that she has a chance. That there’s a chance to change Noctis’ fate - and look, she likes him, she doesn’t know if she like-likes him yet, they’re still just teens, but whatever else, he’s her friend, and if there’s a chance that he can live, that both of them can live, she is going to take that chance with both hands and her teeth.

And Luna knows where the Accursed - the author of so much misery, the herald of the Scourge and the hand destined to sweep the sun from the sky - she knows where it, he, is. And maybe. Just maybe. If fate has been twisted enough - maybe she can kill him.

Luna comes to Galahd, and maybe Noctis et al travel with her, unknowing of her scheme - maybe they’re just planning to visit Prompto, who issued them an open invitation, and Luna decided to use it as a cover for her visit. 

Luna comes to Galahd.

And that’s when fate’s plans take a step to the left once again, because when they set foot on Galahd, it’s raining. It’s storming. And none of them know it, but this isn’t a storm. This is The Storm.

And Luna - Luna doesn’t really know what the Walk is. She might have heard scattered references once or twice, mainly from Prompto, but that’s it. But when she sees the lightning strike, when she sees the glow that rises in response - well. That’s a sign from Ramuh, isn’t it? And maybe - maybe he’s in on her plans? Maybe there’s something there that could help them?

So Luna - and Noctis, and perhaps Ignis and Gladio, if they decided to come as well - head out into the Storm.

And, unknowingly, set their feet on the Walk.

Luna is too determined on her goal to fear the lightning. Noctis is too focused on her. Gladio’s taking this as a challenge not to flinch from the storm, and Ignis - Ignis might have put together a few things that Prompto mentioned offhandedly once, and knows better then to be afraid.

They Walk. And when the Storm ends, Noctis blinks at the beads cupped in his hands. 

Which might be when Prompto comes across them. And Prompto is - ‘Dude. Dude. This is so awesome.’ And also, to Luna - ‘So, I guess that you guys want to visit King-Dad now? Make everything official-like?’

(Cue the ride from hell as Prompto drives them back home in a battered truck that has definitely seen better days, cheerfully chattering about how awesome this all is, how great of them to visit, his Dads will totally be stoked to see ‘em.)

The first thing Ardyn does when he sees the beads in their hands and in their hair (Prompto told them that that’s what people usually did with ‘em, and maybe some of them decided, well, why not?) is stare. The second thing he does is stare down at the trident currently embedded in his chest. And the third thing he does is laugh and laugh and laugh.

Because the Oracle, the Crown Prince of Lucis, and his most loyal friends have walked the Walk through the Storm, and now legally have dual citizenship in Galahd, and - they’re his. They’re all his. Ardyn has an Oracle.

More to the point, Ramuh has an Oracle.

And, judging by the almost contemplative rumble of thunder in the distance - the Old Man might just like the idea of having an Oracle of his own.
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Jean comes across the bowl of milk and laughs.

He then proceeds to call the tonberries, his tonberries, and show them the milk. Turns out they like it.

Jean then leaves a note for the Hunter that did so that reads: ‘My daemons like milk, it would be kind if you left more,’ then because he’s an asshole and the fact people are applying old Fae legends to him makes him grin he adds, ‘If you continue to leave milk, then go into the night with my blessing.’

And that’s how Jean has a bunch of Hunter’s leaving snacks for him and his daemons. It’s neat.
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Oh! Oh, now that’s good angst fodder. 

The first time Cor and Nyx share in one of Ardyn’s dreams it’s the second night they spend together. The dream feels more like a memory and they watch in horror as Ardyn is crucified and burned.

They watch in horror how he survives it. How as people leave, his charred and burned body drags itself from the ashes. They watch as someone, a man that looks like Ardyn but does not, comes and breaks one of Ardyn’s legs so he can’t run.

They watch as Ardyn dies a hundred different times, a thousand different ways, they watch as he keeps coming back and they watch how he goes from sadness to anger to eventually landing on vengeance.

They all wake at the small time. Ardyn, as though he knows what happened, looks at them as though he wants to burn their faces into his memory.

As though he thinks they are going to leave him.

“What the fuck,” Nyx asks, and drags himself closer to Ardyn, “Was that?”

“A story,” Ardyn says, “My past.”

“You’re past was fucked up,” Nyx says and buries his face in Ardyn’s neck and just breathes, “It won’t be like that again.”

One of Ardyn’s hands reach up and tangle themselves in Nyx’s hair. Stay, it seems to say.

Ardyn is still looking at Cor.

Cor rolls his eyes, throws an arm over Ardyn and Nyx, and lays himself on top of them.

He’ll have to tell Regis, he knows, but that can wait for a reasonable hour,.
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i could, totally squeeze Ardyn in. Half tempted to make him a disgraced winter fae that now hides out among mortals and when he sees Nyx who has no idea what he is he just-

‘Ah, yes. Mine now.’
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