#poor Tredd

[andywinter16]

That Titus and cor one you just did was amazing! Could you do one the other way. Titus is training with cors lover and gets a little too touchy in front of the Marshall. I’ve always loved the idea that Titus tries to purposely piss cor off!

Thank you kindly! :)  It´s because Titus does that on purpose! Also it´s payback for his S/O XD  again gender neutral for everyone to enjoy! 

*Y/N - your name

Y/S- your surname

So as Cor´s S/O you are a part of the Crownsguard. One of the trusted people (with Monica and Dustin)

Also sparring partner for Gladio when Cor isn´t available to teach him

Usually when the day is slow, you find your way to the shared gym between guards and glaives

You were going through some tactical drills and preparing obstacle course for  the newbies when wooden sword flew past you (you expertly catched it, no sweat)

“ Ready for some sparring Y/S? I believe desk work doesn´t do us both  good.” 

You were readily taking the challenge that Titus provided, excited to try some new moves on him

Sword in hand you attacked him head on, it was brutal ( Titus definitively knew some of those moves from certain marshal *smug grin*)

But sadly, you´ve been pinned down by this hulking colosus of man “Didn´t expect to have caucasion today, but here we are, sir.” “ Hush, little Crownsguard or should I kiss your wound to make the pain go away?”  your face is on flame

Cor was strolling along Regis, Clarus and Titus S/O chatting about joined mission for guards and glaives, when Cor´s eyes settled on the situation 

HE AIN´T PLEASED!!! ( especially when he sees Titus shit-eating grin, looking him straight into his eyes)

Just for your information, Cor isn´t that composed as Titus, he was always brash and didn´t give a dam about anyone´s opinion 

Will shove him harshly off you, glaring holes into his skull

“ Y/S, we will work on your moves tomorow, prepare to be sore. (yeah,and sore you were😏😏😏😏😏 ) “But now step aside me and old man have a score to settle!” 

Bonus:

“ Regis, you should stop them or someone gets killed.”

“ Shush Clarus, I wanna see how it ends.” brings from his arminger a popcorn.

Titus´s S/O and Cor´s S/O: YOUR HIGHNESS!!!

#ffxv kingsglaive #ask prompt #Titus Karma´s a bitch Drautos #Cor I will maul your face off Leonis #diva Regis Lucis Caelum #Clarus My friends are complete idiots with one braincell and I am not paid enough Amicitia #their S/O´s are so done with them #Did I also tell you that Tredd was here? Probably hiting on some poor ladies #He managed to get a video of the fight

[calling4glaives]

Personnel File 6: Luche Lazarus

We're trying to speed things up a little so that we don't post poor Tredd directly on the first day of Legends Week, which is why this is a bit early for once. Let's take a look at the Kingsglaive's (unofficial?) second-in-command, who followed his commander into treason and burned brightly, if briefly. Thanks as always to @capsource for all the stills unless otherwise noted.

From the Facebook blurb:

From the tumblr blurb: A man who holds a leader-like position in the Kingsglaive. His intellect and always composed nature have earned him the trust of his fellow glaive and he is a very methodical person.

Name: Luche - Perhaps a phonetic spelling of Luce (Latin and Italian) in the ecclesiastical/italian style, a word meaning light. Derived from luceo (I shine, I become visible), and lux (light, life, glory, sight). In the ecclesiastical context, both are used in the phrase from the Requiem mass: Let perpetual light shine on them (Et lux perpetua luceat eis).

Lazarus - Hebrew via Latin via Greek - Lazarus is the Christian Bible form of the Hebrew name Eleazar, meaning God has helped, where it is the name of two prominent figures - one a friend of Jesus whom he raised from the dead, the other a fictional beggar who goes to heaven after death while the man who refused to help him is sent to hell (and thus https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Lazarus_layer, from Marx). It later spawned the term lazar, another word for leper via the Order of St. Lazarus, a hospitaller and military organization whose mission was to treat those with leprosy founded in Jerusalem, was ousted from there and continued in mainland Europe, resisting orders to merge or disband from the pope, instead turning to support from the Kings of France, etc.

Equipment: -Battle Uniform: Luche wears the flame-variation of the Glaive uniform: the garland-patterned dickie attached with braided leather underarm straps; the two-part curved pauldron on the left shoulder with a raised silver flame-pattern held in place by a wide, cross-body leather strap; the Kingsglaive badge on the right breast; one elbow brace/armor on each elbow; and there’s not belt, but instead he hangs his sheath directly from the cross-body strap that keeps the pauldron attached, which causes the sheath to hang behind his body. He also appears to wear the version that has a belt underneath his jacket that is packed full of small pouches, and a brace of throwing daggers around his right thigh. All of these are standard on this uniform set (though a few like Sonitus seem to wear a belt and no thigh daggers with this get-up). Luche also has some sort of thin dangling straps behind his shoulder like the ones hanging from Libertus’s shoulder but longer, and worn where Nyx wears his ribbons. Luche is one of the few who doesn't wear their face cloth- perhaps to better issue clear commands. A few of his clones in the first battle (distinguishable from Luche by their varied blades and the fact they wear their face cloths), seem to have the straps as well.

[[Luche Clones - note the different blades. But they demonstrate his uniform parts well - the straps and a bead on the glaive with the standard blade, and the underbelt and thigh holsters on the glaive with the dark blade with a silver edge.]]

Luche’s blade is long and thin, with a slight curve not unlike Nyx’s Galahdan kukri, but without the reinforced spine or hook at the base and has a similarly thin black and silver hilt. It seems to match Pelna’s, what little we see of it, as well as the traitor glaive whose neck Nyx snaps on the airship.

Luche's hair is similar to Nyx and Libertus, with the long bangs pulled back from the forehead, though of course he lacks the braids or longer hair in back.

 - Casual - Luche wears a front-fastend shirt in the classic Insomnian black and silver that seems fairly nice. It has reflective wing- or flame-like patterns along the side. The closures almost resemble the Glaive uniforms or a variety of simple frogs as found in the Tangzhuang, etc. Axis, Sonitus, Tredd, and at least one other unnamed glaive seem to wear a similar garment to this under his uniform, rather than the standard glaive blade whose hilt peeks above the collars of other uniforms, as Luche, indicating he, like Crowe, Nyx, and probably Pelna, is just wearing half his uniform to this hangout.

  - Standard Uniform - Luche’s standard uniform is just that, standard, down to the gloves. The one exception is the silver lines between the buttons on his chest - a detail he shares with Nyx and Libertus alone, perhaps a sign of rank.

Personality: Luche is someone who stays calm under pressure, as befits someone in command, though he seems fairly friendly with most of the glaive. He has an eye for politics and a tendency toward sarcasm. His taunting of Nyx with Crowe’s death could be a sign of a strategic mind or indicate a cruel or ruthless streak. Luna is able to use his desire for power and resentment of his perception as unworthy to goad him into putting on the ring and burning himself. 

Rank: Luche is the glaive most often seen in command. He orchestrates the glaives throughout the first battle, as well as providing the after action report afterwards. During the assault on the airships, he gives command to Nyx, which implies he has authority to pass field command.

Relationships:

- Loyal glaives - Luche is shown with Nyx and the others at Yamachang’s, so he’s part of their friend group on some level, though he does stand to the side while the others are sitting down, so it could be that he’s not that close. Perhaps he pulled away as he went deeper into the traitor’s plot? It’s fair to assume that being from Galahd like Nyx and Libertus, he has some history with them. 

Luche is the one who shoots Nyx with the hollow points at the ambush point, waiting until Nyx sees him before shooting, and takes credit for being the one to kill Crowe, which he taunts Nyx with, so it seems either not all is good between them, or he's overcompensating to deal with killing them. 

   -Traitors - Luche doesn’t interact directly with the other traitors, though he’s clearly working with them, as evidenced by his behavior in the briefing room, when he riles up Libertus before Tredd joins in. He stands with them as they watch the announcement of the treaty, but doesn’t actually speak or interact with them. How closely did the fellow traitors work together?

   - Drautos - Drautos seems to be directly communicating with only Luche during the Glaive's opening battle, and asks Luche for the report as soon as he gets on scene, so Luche seems to have Drautos’ trust and respect. Luche knows about the surrender terms, presumably from Drautos, and the others believe he has the trust and/or clearance from Drautos to know. Luche is also quick to support Drautos’ orders in the briefing room, though perhaps his alternative motive is also to sow doubt among the other glaives. 

Death: Luche is burned to the death by the Ring of the Lucii after he takes it from Luna and puts it on after Luna goads him by talking about the power it conveys. It’s odd that the ring burns him completely and he cannot remove it, while Ravus can. Perhaps the ring and the kings resented his actions against his liege more than Ravus’s attack against a declared enemy, or perhaps it was their bloodlines, as Ravus was betting on.

Behind the Scenes: Luche was modeled (face and mocop) on Greg Blackford, who has done some other small roles and modelling. Luche’s Voice Actor is Todd Haberkorn, who has had an extensive career voicing many games (including additional work on Comrades) and anime (including Natsu from Fairy Tail and others, too many to list). 

Thanks for joining us on another deep dive, and as always, we would love to hear your thoughts and theories about Luche, or even if you notice something we missed.

Best of luck in all your creating of theories, stories, art, and more.

#kglegends22 #Luche Lazarus #kingsglaive #ffxv #deep dive #edited #right and left get confusing sometimes

[caparrucia]

Greetings! Ive got a question about Areana/Cor from the sun is out verse- story is relevant, I swear! I had a friend in school who had the personality of a cor/pelna blend with a scoop of untreated adhd on top. One midterm we were all very sleep deprived, and he managed to get another friend of ours into a laughing fit. Not sure what was said, but the kid was on the ground in tears laughing. He followed the kid, smugly, adding more and more. The kid was trying to crawl away but he followed. The teacher amusedly asked what he was doing and to have mercy. My friend replied. "Why? I want to see if I can kill a man without touching him."

Who would do this more, Cor or Areana? Cor can make Nyx cackle easily with the deadpan, but idk if he would try this viciously without a reason. Areana def would try on principle, but idk how much success she would get with Luche/Tredd.

Thoughts? XD

So, hilariously, I think you're looking at the wrong side of the family for this.

Because this?

This is 100% a Prompto thing to do.

Now, Prompto is a ball of sunshine and rainbows and utterly adorkable good will, but if you piss him off (or you're Ravus), he will go full on deadpan snarking asshole. (Which is how Ignis, Gladio and Noctis know they should duck/move out of the way, whenever Ravus sticks his foot so far down his throat he starts licking his knee.)

Prompto would find the one thing that makes Ravus laugh a spluttering, awkward, unintentional laugh, and then keep pushing, over and over, until the poor man is gasping for breath.

"Prompto, are you trying to kill my brother with laughter?" Luna would ask, as Ravus tries in vain to crawl away.

"I mean, it'd be a pretty cool party trick, yeah?"

"No."

#rie answers #Anonymous #the ravus/prompto is like #frenemies to lovers but really it's mostly just #ravus constantly going #regretfully this is the one #and all prompto hears is the regretfully #and then they're off

[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Nox fusion - Buckler snippet

@secret-engima because the recent one-shot motivated me to type this up. First meeting between Axis and Sola!

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Tredd knew getting Axis in to see Nox - who Axis hadn’t just adopted, but adopted as his Chief, what in the name of Ifrit’s Pyre - would be tricky, even with Nyx knowing all the back hallways and timing everything so that both the King and his Shield would be busy in meetings with one of the Councilors. They’d probably manage an hour, before they had to sneak Axis back out or risk discovery. At best.

But right after getting Axis to Nox, right after seeing the far too skinny kid cling to Axis like he was the only anchor the kid had outside the freaking Chancellor of Niflheim, magic had suddenly flared, hot and bright and furiously protective, making everyone freeze for the brief moment it took for the angry magic to fade.

Axis had looked bewildered and wary, even as Nox relaxed and Luche sighed. Tredd buried his face in his hands. “Ramuh, dammit. Who pissed off the Shortstack now?”

The Chancellor snorted.

Nox had answered Axis’ silent question with a shrug and a helpless smile. “Sola has a temper.”

Axis glanced at Tredd, gaze far too knowing. “Did you pick a fight?”

“Yes.” Luche said. Tredd squawked in protest. Shortstack had been looking for a fight! He did not start that one! “And the Crown Princess gives as good as she gets. We’ll leave you to catch up, Axis, Highness.”

Tredd did not want to leave Axis alone with the Chancellor of Niflheim, but Luche had all but dragged him out of the room, throwing him a look when he opened his mouth to protest.

Leading to four hours later, and still no sign of either King or Shield or even the Marshal.

Not until the off-key humming that precedes the arrival of the Crown Princess. Who is grinning far too cheerfully for someone who blew her top mere hours ago.

She doesn’t give either of them the chance to come up with an excuse for their presence - and how the hell did she get past Nyx and Libertus because Tredd refuses to think they wouldn’t try to deflect her - just fixes them with a raised brow. “Just here to warn Little Brother that he’s got about thirty minutes if he wants to keep Papa in the dark about his guest.”

Wait, what- “You knew?” Tredd sputters. How?! No one saw them-

Luche regards her thoughtfully. “You distracted the King.”

The Princess grins that smug grin again. “Upsetting Lord Egestas makes for a convenient distraction.”

The Councilor meeting with the King today. Tredd puts two and two together and gapes. “You helped us?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

Shortstack gives him a look, like she can’t tell if he’s seriously asking that question. “The man you snuck in is important to my brother.” She says slowly.

Well, yeah, seeing Nox latch onto Axis killed any of Tredd’s remaining doubts about the kid returning Axis’ loyalty.

The door opens behind them, and Tredd turns to see Axis in the doorway. Words die in his throat however, as Axis and the Crown Princess eye each other with equally sharp, measured stares, and suddenly Tredd feels like he’s been caught between two predators on the brink of violence.

Then Shorstack smiles, and just like that, she softens, like a wave washing over her. She sticks a hand out. “Sola Lucis Caelum.”

Axis cautiously takes it. “Axis Arra, Your Highness.” Shortstack’s smile turns sad and knowing, but for what Tredd cannot fathom. But the tension in Axis’s shoulders finally fades.

“Just Sola.” Shortstack insists, still mind-bogglingly soft - Tredd has never seen Shortstack this gentle, ever, it’s always fiery temper and furious snarls - but a firm note enters her voice. “You are Nox’s brother.”

Tredd wonders when the world stopped making sense. The Crown Princess helping refugee soldiers sneak around behind the King’s back? Treating a refugee civilian stranger not only as an equal, but as family? Sure, in Galahd it wouldn’t be so strange, Axis and Nox are beaded brothers and every Galahdian understood that. But Shortstack is Lucian. She doesn’t know that, so why is she calling Axis Nox’s brother?

Axis must know, because Axis smiles, a small quirk of the lips but it’s a genuine smile all the same, and Tredd is so grilling him for answers later. “Sola then. Thanks for looking after him the past few days.”

“I should be thanking you.” Sola counters, expression twisting with something Tredd cannot name. “For being there. For staying.”

And before them, she bows, so deep she’s parallel to the floor. “Thank you, Axis Arra.”

Tredd has to pick his jaw off the floor. Luche’s not much better.

Shortstack straightens. “You’ve got about twenty minutes, if you want to avoid Papa and Uncle Clarus. If you ever need another distraction, let me know.”

#Shadow of Heaven’s Light #ffxv #fusion #Nox verse #Sola Lucis Caelum #Axis Arra #Tredd Furia #Luche Lazarus #poor Tredd #he has NO idea what’s going on #since when did Shortstack come in settings other than Pissed Off?

[secret-engima]

Pretty Song verse Drabble: Little Bird, Little Bird

(inspired by something that @hamelin-born mentioned when chatting with me about this AU, hope you enjoy XD. This takes place several weeks after the first drabble btw.)

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     There was someone out here tonight. Pretty Song could feel it in the way her friends kept pausing and sniffing the air, hear it in their hungry rumbles as the Thirst reared its head whenever she stopped playing her flute. She wondered who was out here, so far away from a Haven. Maybe Nifs. They didn’t seem to be afraid of the night like most humans were —mostly because they didn’t have human soldiers, she didn’t know what the metal men where but human wasn’t it—.

     Without really thinking about it, Pretty Song diverted her path toward where the human must be. Not because she wanted to see the human, but because … well…

     Humans weren’t trustworthy, but she didn’t like seeing them get eaten by her friends.

     She heard an Iron Giant groan angrily not far ahead, heard the shriek of steel against tough hide and carefully raised her flute to her lips. The Thirst faded, the sounds of frantic fighting ceased. She finished her song and wondered if she should go now. She could lead them away usually, so it shouldn’t be that hard. Except… she sniffed the air and hummed unhappily when she smelled blood. The Thirst was always much, much worse when there was blood to smell. She dithered, not sure what to do.

     In the end, kindness won out and she moved closer, humming and singing to keep the daemons calm until she found a large pile of rocks. The smell of blood was stronger here, and Pretty Song was careful as she followed two Goblins up the rock until she could look down into the small lea of shelter it formed. Furious brown eyes glared back, squinting a bit past the blood running down the side of his head. The man was crouched there with sharp knives in his hands, teeth bared more like a cornered wild thing than a human. Behind him, pressed further into the rock and smelling even more strongly of blood, another man blinked up at her dazedly. She didn’t think he was entirely aware of what was going on.

     The angry one swore softly and Pretty Song hunched away. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. She didn’t like her friends eating humans, but if this was an angry human that would hurt her, she couldn’t help. It would be too dangerous to help. One of the Ronin drew its sword at her flinch and the two goblins at her side hissed. The man’s eyes widened and his hands tensed on his knives. Then he …

     Lowered them?

     “Hey … you’re that kid Nyx met a few weeks ago, right?” She blinked at him warily, not sure what he was talking about or how to react. The man licked his lips and shot a glare at the nearest daemon, “Don’t suppose you could call off your friends?”

     She still didn’t move. Just hummed softly and patted one of the Goblins’ heads to keep the Thirst down while she tried to think. 

     Tredd was pretty sure he was about to get eaten while a little girl wearing Nyx’s old kingsglaive coat like a cape watched. Assuming that really was a little girl like Nyx insisted and not a new daemon that really enjoyed screwing with people. He squinted past the throbbing in his head and tried to keep his voice gentle and friendly as she stared at him and absently pet one of the Goblins like it was a freaking puppy dog, “Come on, please? I’d owe you one or something.” The kid kept blinking nervously at him, looking more scared of him than of the literal monsters all around. Behind him, Pelna whimpered and Tredd was reminded that he was running out of time to get his comrade to medical help. He knew which way the nearest Hunter outpost was, he’d been dragging Pelna’s half-conscious butt that direction since before sunset after he and Pelna got separated from the other glaives during a retreat. But getting there when there were daemons trying to eat their spleens was an impossible task for just one injured glaive who had to haul a semi-conscious friend around.

     He grit his teeth, don’t yell. Yelling scared the kid off once before. Don’t yell, think of something else. An Arachne tapped closer with a chatter, stilled as the girl hummed like she was some kind of daemon whisperer and Tredd groaned at the idea that came to him, “If the guys ever hear of this,” he muttered, “I am never living it down.”

     He looked up at the girl still watching him warily and cleared his throat as best he could.

“Little bird, little bird fly through my window,”

“Little bird, little bird fly through my window,”

“Little bird, little bird fly through my window,”

“And find molasses candy…”

     Icy blue eyes widened at his singing, then her shoulders slowly relaxed. Her nose crinkled as he repeated the verses and she actually tittered a laugh. Tredd paused and tried not to glare, “Yeah, I know it’s a dumb song and I sound like a dying frog. Wanna show me how its done?”

     She tilted her head at him, wariness still in bony shoulders —she was way too thin, Astrals—, but the borderline terror in her eyes wasn’t there anymore as she tapped her fingers against the rocks a few times in rhythm before singing back the verses he’d just croaked out. She tilted her head the other way, humming the melody and nothing else and Tredd … thought she might be wanting more verses. Tredd glanced nervously at the daemons surrounding them —if this was how he died, singing one of those stupid kid songs Axis’s kids repeated ad nauseam, Tredd was going to come back and haunt Axis’s sorry tail for the rest of his life—, then slowly sheathed one kukri so he could sling Pelna’s arm over his shoulder again as he sang.

“Through my window, my sugar lump,”

“Through my window, my sugar lump,”

“And find molasses candy.”

     The bony girl cautiously clambered down after him, repeating the verses in a much better voice than his —he knew he wasn’t the worst singer, but he was hardly pitch perfect and his head was throbbing so he had good reason to sound worse than usual—. Tredd glanced around as he took a slow step in the direction he needed to go. The daemons just watched. Another step and the girl hummed and the monsters parted way like water.

     Tredd squinted down at her and asked halfheartedly, “You know any birds?”

     She blinked at him from well out of his reach, three Tonberry scampering at her feet like freaking kittens, “Thunderroc, thunderroc?” she singsonged questioningly, which wasn’t the next bird in the verse but who cared.

    “That works.”

“Thunderroc, Thunderroc, fly through my window,”

“Thunderroc, Thunderroc, fly through my window,”

“Thunderroc, Thunderroc, fly through my window,”

“And find molasses candy.”

     And that was how Tredd’s night went. Hauling Pelna’s semi-conscious hide toward a Hunter outpost while cycling through his mental collection of the most annoying of children songs ever because those were the only ones that stuck in his head. All so that a little girl who liked daemons more than people would happily parrot them in a much better voice and keep the daemons calm.

     What was even his life right now.

     She always stayed well out of reach, but as time went on, she stopped flinching when he swore at the latest rock he’d stumbled over in the dark and instead just crinkled her nose and laughed at his bad temper. Good to know his suffering was funny to the daemon child of the night.

     She slowed down as the lights of the outpost came into view and Tredd saw genuine fear creep back onto her face. Tredd stopped to catch his breath and eyed her. She looked like she was thinking of disappearing into the night rather than going into the outpost. Tredd was suddenly angry again, but not at the daemons this time, “Hey,” she glanced nervously at him and he swallowed back the curse that he wanted to say and instead gentled his tone, “It’s okay. I won’t let anything hurt you in there. I’ve fought meaner things than a few sleep deprived Hunters since I was your age.” She didn’t look convinced and Tredd adjusted his grip on Pelna, “You’re helping me, and helping my friend. I owe you one. Nothing is gonna touch you while I’m breathing. Got that?”

     She glanced up at the Ronin she was holding hands with, then over at him.

     Tredd tried not to feel unworthy at the very fragile trust that appeared in her eyes as she slowly resumed walking for the outpost, singing softly the entire way.

     The tipster was more than a little shocked to see two glaives and a tiny kiddo in a ratty glaive coat blow into his diner, but he gave them the medical attention Pelna and Tredd both needed and stayed well away from the girl when Tredd growled at him. Tredd hauled Pelna’s now fully unconscious-but-going-to-survive-the-night tail to a caravan for the night, deciding to forgo getting a hot meal at the diner just this once because the girl looked like she was going to lose her mind surrounded by human buildings and what few Hunters were still awake at this hour and Tredd didn’t want her running off into the wilds again if he could help it.

     He coaxed her into the caravan with food and Astrals she was so small. It was impossible to tell her real age. She could have been anywhere from six to ten, but she was too tiny to know what was age-related shortness and what was from a lack of steady food. Tredd let her have the majority of his rations. He wasn’t hungry and Pelna wasn’t awake to eat anything anyway. She kicked her legs idly as she watched him, never taking her eyes away from either him or the door where more people might enter.

     If Tredd ever found out who made a child more scared of people than the freaking daemon infested wilderness and starvation, he was going to gut them. Slowly. For now he just sat as far away from her as he could and kept his movements slow whenever he had to do anything, all while keeping up a low stream of talking that hurt his throat —first singing dumb songs for hours and now this, he hadn’t made this much noise with his voice in years—. Eventually he realized he had a question.

     “You got a name kid?” A shy look from over the ration she was steadily chewing through, Tredd tapped his chest, “Name, you know, name? Mine’s Tredd, by the way. The idiot I just hauled halfway across the wilds is Pelna.”

     “Pretty Song, my name, Pretty Song,” she sang. Literally sang. He was beginning to wonder if the kid even remembered how to talk normally —don’t think about that, he was angry enough as it was—. Then he had to breathe deep to keep from reacting to the definitely-not-a-person-name. Okay. Okay. So either the kid named herself or someone named a kid like a dog-. Yep, no. Tredd was furious.

     Astrals he needed a drink.

     “Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving my hide out there tonight.” The girl just shrugged and Tredd let the topic go because he had no idea where to take it. He managed to talk her into sleeping on the couch while Tredd shoved Pelna against the wall and squeezed onto the bed, promising himself that he’d call Captain in the morning and figure out what to do with his tagalong then. He drifted off to the soft sound of the girl humming, because that didn’t seem to be something she ever really stopped doing —and if music kept daemons calm, he could guess why—.

     The next morning he woke up to silence and an open window just big enough for a tiny child to slip through.

     The kid was gone.

#Melodies and Manuscripts #Secret Engima Rambles #Pretty Song verse #Pretty Song (OC) #in case anyone is wondering #she intentionally hummed him to sleep and then escaped #because she was only sticking around #to make sure he was okay #she gets attached easily #but actually trusts far less so #also the hunters now have so many rumors #about the glaives #because of the kiddo with a glaive coat #that came in with two glaives that one time #also also #tredd is furious #tears apart the caravan looking for her #is very distressed when he realizes she's gone #poor tredd

[whostarlockeda03]

Kingsglaive Star Wars AU? Or another series set in space AU if you don’t want to do Star Wars? ♥️

Don't really have enough knowledge of Star Wars to do this, BUT I did start out in the Star Trek TOS fandom, so please enjoy this weird mishmash instead? XD

(If you want more info on star trek please just ask, I will elaborate!)

“Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Kingsglaive. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilisations, to boldly go where - Ulric?! PUT DOWN THE POISONOUS ANIMAL FOR ASTRALS’ SAKE!”

“But-”

“I don’t care how fluffy it is! Put. It. DOWN!”

Featuring:

The USS Kingsglaive’s dedicated crew:

Captain Titus “Grumpy Cat” Drautos First Officer/Commander Luche Lazarus Chief Science Officer Commander Nyx Ulric Senior Medical Officer Lieutenant Commander Axis Arra Chief Communications Officer Lieutenant Pelna Khara Chief Engineer Lieutenant Crowe Altius Chief Helmsman Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Sonitus Bellum Chief Navigator Ensign Tredd Furia Chief Security Officer Ensign Libertus Ostium

Fleet Commodore: Cor Leonis

President of United Federation of Planets: Regis Lucis Caelum

Fleet Admiral (aka poor sod responsible for all these idiots): Clarus Amicitia

The cadets running amok in the academy:

Noctis Lucis Caelum Prompto Argentum Ignis Scientia Gladiolus Amicitia

That one guy who has all the answers but stands by and watches Starfleet crews struggle with their jobs until they really really need help: Cid Sophiar

Space mercenaries: Aranea Highwind and her devoted crew

Okay, headcanons:

1. Nyx's 'science investigations' almost always consist of Can I Befriend The Dangerous Animal experiments, much to the exasperation of the rest of the crew. But he's also good in a fight, and will do anything to help out a crewmate.

2. Titus almost certainly has ulcers from the stress of keeping his crew in on piece. Especially since Commodore Cor 'Annoyingly Immortal Asshole' Leonis seems to have given all the most reckless idiots in the fleet postings to his ship. He is 100% done, 100% of the time.

3. If Titus thinks he has it bad as a Captain, then Fleet Admiral Clarus Amicitia would gladly swap! His ulcers have ulcers, and his hair has disappeared prematurely, no thanks to one certain Commodore Cor 'The Immortal' Leonis.

4. Cor listens to Titus' Captain's Logs and is too damn pleased with himself for orchestrating officers so that he is provided with his own personal soap opera.

5. There is an ongoing prank war on board the Kingsglaive. No one quite remembers how it started, but no one is safe. No. One.

6. "Yes, Captain Drautos is a grumpy, miserable stick in the mud most of the time. Yes, I'd still willingly yeet myself out the escape pod launch shoot for him." - Literally anyone who's ever worked under him.

7. Titus does not know why his crew is so painfully loyal to him, but he is ever so thankful for it, and does everything he can to protect them in return.

#awlwren asks #awlwren #ffxv #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ff15 #headcanons #headcanon ask game #send me an au and I'll give you five headcanons #ffxv kingsglaive #final fantasy kingsglaive #kingsglaive #nyx ulric #pelna khara #crowe altius #libertus ostium #luche lazarus #axis arra #tredd furia #sonitus bellum #titus drautos #cor leonis #clarus amiticia #regis lucis caelum #noctis caelum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amiticia #prompto argentum #cid sophiar #aranea highwind

[amethysttail]

NyxWeek Day 7: Its Always Worth the Wait

Hi Guys! Here is my submission for the Nyx Week Day 7! 

Prompt: Fire, Camping, Sacrifice, Found Family

Warnings: Death, afterlife

 Hurt/comfort. I cried a bunch writing this. 

Summary: Death looks different to everyone.  A path. A river. That tunnel with the light at the end. Nyx walked through a dark forest when the burning stopped. He stepped into a clearing, and was promptly tackled onto the ground. 

“You idiot. You self sacrificing idiot. I’m so damn proud of you.” Crowe sobbed into his chest.” 

Death looked different for everyone. For some, it was a path. A river. That tunnel with light at the end. Something to be followed. For Nyx, the royal violet fire burning his body mixed with the darkness blotting out his vision. 

It changed into dark shapes- trees? Yes. Trees. A forest at night. A light through the endless trees, beckoning him. It no longer hurt to walk. Nyx ambled forward.

He broke through the trees into a clearing. There were several tents and chairs loosely surrounding a merrily burning campfire. Nyx had no time to process more as a body slammed into his, taking them both to the ground. 

"You idiot. You self sacrificing idiot. I am so damn proud of you." Crowe sobbed into his chest. 

“I did what I thought was right…” Nyx laughed wetly into her hair, crushing her to him. 

They stayed like that for who knows how long. The sky did not lighten, nor did the logs on the fire actually burn down. Pelna eventually emerged from one of the tents and flopped over on them both, earning a squeak from Crowe and a happy shout from Nyx. 

“Good to see you. Guess we are even now.” Pelna chucked as Nyx snatched him up in a bone crushing hug. 

“Guess we are. I just…I wish…you guys…” Nyx struggled to get the words out, but his throat refused to cooperate. Crowe tucked herself under one arm and Pelna the other, and held him as he cried. So many lives lost. All their fighting. All their suffering. Insomnia was in ruins and Galahd was still in chains. 

Crowe and Pelna let him cry for a time. But then they gently urged his back down onto the grass, forcing him to look up. Countless stars and galaxies danced above them, floating gently. The sheer scope and indescribable beauty of it all shocked Nyx out of his grief. 

“That is the beyond, I think. Axis and Sonitus stopped here to apologize- they floated up there after we accepted their apologies.” Crowe stated, snuggling closer. 

“Yeah. Really peaceful. Poor guys were so torn up about what happened, they actually floated away with relief.” Pelna chuckled. 

“If up there is the beyond, where are we?” 

“Not quite sure. Like a space between spaces for souls that are at peace but have not moved on yet.” Crowe murmured thoughtfully. 

“Why haven’t you guys gone on yet?” 

“Couldn’t leave without-” A crash interrupted Crowe. Tredd burst into the clearing. 

He looked awful. Bloodshot eyes, tears dripping down scruffy cheeks, body shaking, mouth working soundlessly. His uniform was torn and bloody, covered in the dust of rubble. Nyx rushed over and hugged him tight, hearing what was actually coming out of his mouth. AllthatfornothingeveryonedeadwhywhywhywhyWHY. Nyx recoiled. 

Pelna gently guided Tredd down to the fireside to sit and rest. 

“Spirits that can’t move on get stuck in the woods. They wander, and can’t see the stars over them.” Crowe murmured, urging them to sit by the fire as well. 

Nyx watched mutely. Tredd was a traitor. He killed so many of their own and yet was still here beside him. He could get his reasoning though. Regis gave their homes to be shackled under Nifelheim, and yet Nifelheim was also going to run over Lucis roughshod. It would be easier to side with your captors then try the impossible task of breaking the enemy. They had all died trying to keep their friends alive and to ensure the safety of their homes. 

Nyx concluded that he could forgive that. They were dead after all. What was done was done. He sat next to the trembling redhead and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. 

“I forgive you. You hurt many of our comrades, but did it for your home and people. I forgive you, Tredd Furia.” Tredd shook harder, crying into Nyx’s shoulder. Crowe and Pelna joined the hug, murmuring their assent. The redhead sobbed himself to sleep in their arms. The glaives tucked him into one of the tents and resumed their spots by the fire. 

“Is..that what happens to people who…can’t move on?” 

“Yep. They get a little crazy wandering the woods. Something holds them back. We, on the other hand, know what we are waiting for.” Pelna chirped. 

“What are we waiting for?” 

Crowe pointed to the fire and Nyx gasped. The flames painted moving images. Libertus climbing through the rubble of Insomnia’s outskirts with Lady Lunafreya. Others digging out of the wreckage. Libertus guiding the Princess to safety. 

Another crash interrupted their musings. Luche staggered through the brush and into the clearing. Burn marks covered his body and angry crystalline fire licked the frayed edges of his bloodied uniform. He clutched at his hand, burnt to a neat crisp. Eyes half mad with grief met Nyx’s. 

“The captain was supposed to keep us safe, protect our homes. No more friends would die. He promised, he promised…” 

The blonde collapsed forward onto the grass, crying silently. Nyx and Crowe gathered him up and set him down at the fireside, making sure he was not alone. 

“Hey. Hey- shhh. Its over now. Its all over. Its ok. You did your best.” Nyx soothed. 

“I..I shot you and Crowe…I didn’t want…He promised…” Luche choked on his tears. 

“It hurt like a bitch. But here…well. What’s done is done. You kept us going for so long, fought so hard with us. Its over now. Rest.” Nyx murmured, holding the blonde until he passed out, exhausted from crying. 

The glaives tucked him in next to Tredd, hoping they would feel better with some rest. If ghosts could rest, that is. 

They resumed their seats by the fire, watching Libertus through the flames. Nyx watched sadly as Libertus made his way back to Galahd. Waiting for him. Nyx couldn't come back, but could only watch. 

Darkness and daemons encroached every nonlit space, forcing humanity to crowd into the havens and cities. Tredd and Luche emerged from the tents as Libertus took up the mantle of Captain of the Kingsglaive. 

They both looked much better, wearing hunter’s tunics instead of the ruined uniforms they died in. The blonde and the redhead watched quietly, nodding at Libertus’s ascension. Tredd smiled, pointing out the few friends they had that made it through alive. Luche huffed, listing the logistics that Libertus was now in charge of, and chuckling as Libertus realized that himself and the resulting yelling that he needed a drink. 

The glaives told stories and cried and laughed. They had been through so much together. Life in Galahd, fleeing to Lucis, training, deployments, living together. The little things. Pelna bringing fruit from his family’s greenhouse. Tredd’s pre battle pep talks. Crowe’s dominion on the training fields. Luche’s freshly baked cookies. Nyx’s inability to look the other way if someone needed saving. They flopped down onto the grass laughing at that last one, laughing until they cried. 

Tredd and Luche gasped as they began to float. First in surprise, then in happiness. 

“Guess we are ready now!” Tredd laughed, holding a translucent hand in front of his face.

“Somehow, yeah.” Luche mumbled, still stunned, trying to stand on the ground and finding himself being more and more incorporeal. 

“Go on then. Find the others! Save us a spot.” Pelna cheered. 

“Git! You had better save us a spot. And I demand a drinking contest when I get up there too, you hear me?” Crowe roared. 

Tredd laughed and saluted. Luche nodded solemnly, then grinned as Tredd threw an arm around his shoulders and hauled them up further. 

“Tell Thuir, Mahir, and Selena that I will be up as soon as Libertus gets here!” Nyx yelled. 

Tredd and Luche shouted back their agreement and disappeared into the stars.

The glaives gazed up from their spots in the soft grass. Libertus whipped the surviving glaives into shape, defending humanity until the dawn returned. They could wait. It was always worth the wait.

#Nyxweek2022 #NyxWeekDay7 #nyx ulric #libertus ostium #crowe altius #pelna khara #tredd furia #luche lazarus #Hurt/comfort #My fic #my work #I am a fluff lover yall #this hurt #but in a good way #warning for death/afterlife topics

[hyperionswrath--archived]

The only warning he among a couple other pedestrians had was an unholy scream before the disaster unfolded. Aerith had been riding her faithful old bicycle downhill and made to initiate a smooth turn into one of the smaller streets of the crown city when the chain snapped. She jerked the handlebars with an initial reaction of surprise, not entirely knowing what had happened but hearing something that didn't bode well. With the pedal brake rendered useless she was the equivalent of a high-speed projectile now... and not a rational one, had she been thinking she would have gained back control and continued into the side street faster than she had prepared for.

In that moment of panic she lost control with the one warning scream they all had to clue them into something being very wrong. The wayward young woman fell onto the gravel in such an awkward way that she skinned up the back of one leg and the side of the other along with her hands. But worse, the bicycle traveled on, hitting the gutter and sending it into a dangerous flip with the potential to hit him along with other innocent bystanders in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Afternoons in the Crown City meant two things for Seifer Almasy: The end of his shift and his obligatory afternoon beer. Of course just to celebrate surviving another day dealing with the dipshits of the Kingsglaive that were not Luche or Tredd. Honestly, who could stay sober with those untalented fucks all around getting themselves either killed off or being too busy crawling up their so-called Heroes ass? Scoffing, Seifer smashed a yen bill onto the counter and grabbed the provided cool can, opening it with a pleasing fizzling sound. Life was good right now. The sun was about to set, the entire night just before him to booze up and get his mind off things that shouldn’t be occupying space there anyway, and - Just when he had lifted the can to his mouth he heard the ruckus break out somewhere behind him. Frowning, he had just enough time to make an instinctual jump to his right, crashing into a young man who was just ordering his own things from the small and overstuffed sales booth, sending him toppling down to the pavement by his sheer tall, muscular form alone (and well, maybe because of his elbow landing uncomfortably close to the poor guy’s ribcage). What the fuck?! Not bothering with the cursing figure to his feet or the flabbergasted looks of everyone around, Seifer turned just in time to see what positively looked like a bike crash into the booth, sending items flying left and right as the front wheel got stuck in the small space where the vendor’s head had been seconds ago. The tall blond blinked. Once, twice, then leaned forward to see if said vendor had been smashed in the face. Apparently that wasn’t the case since he immediately re-appeared, cursing in what seemed to be three languages at least while he yanked at the wheel, trying to pry it from his precious booth and at the same time busy with inspecting the damage it had done to his wares. Not being able to help himself, Seifer chuckled, the chaos of it all being just to his liking. Not so much however did he appreciate the fact that his maneuver had sent his beer flying, landing somewhere on the ground behind him and spilling it’s desirable contents while part of the same trickled down his Kingsglaive uniform. Good thing it was made of leather. Shaking his hand to rid it from the worst of the wet, foamy drink that had spilled there, Seifer glanced around to find the root of the bicycle attack, spotting it in form of a small and rather worse for wear looking girl on the floor. Ah. Excellent. Mind set to what he’d do next, the tall blond turned towards the booth again and grabbed the bike, rather unceremoniously yanking it free from it’s imprisonment and hoisting it up over his shoulder, before he wandered over to the brunet on the floor, coming to stand before her, looming. “I hope ya plan to buy me a new beer?” He cocked his head to the side, smirking, bike still safe in his grip as he quirked a brow in anticipation of an answer.

#.starters answered #.listen here madam HOW DARE YOU HAVE AN ACCIDENT #.the good beer - wasted! #.he's such a show off too... #.thanks for sending this in!

[garbria]

Poor Nyx in a funny way in Schadenfreude! (Perhaps it makes me a bad person to say that, but judging by the title I’m not the only one!) Again, I love the little details under the teasing that shows their relationship - Luche checking for injuries first, that he crashed through the door with urgency. The last line made me laugh, though I’m sure a freed Nyx made short work of the gag. I hope everyone gave him shit and he had to use the buddy system for weeks. Thanks for the story and smiles!

I'm glad it made you smile! I love all the glaives, and they all deserve more love. I think as much as Nyx, Luche, Tredd, and others like to give each other shit, they really do care about each other. Working in that kind of dangerous profession builds a bond. Though they all totally gave Nyx shit for WEEKS. There was definitely some kind of buddy system. XD

Thanks so much for the ask!

#asks #awlwren #nyx ulric #luche lazarus #tredd furia #kingsglaive #my fic #you can always talk to me about whatever

[randomfandomimagine]

10 Celebrity Crushes

I was tagged by @annibunnysworld (on my main, but I prefered to do it here), thank you so much! I have lots of celebrity crushes, so it was hard to choose just ten and it took forever to make up my mind. Here are a few that I adore and have liked for a long time:

Colin Morgan

Ever since I watched Merlin I fell in love with Colin. I think he’s humble, kind, hardworking, passionate and on top of all a great actor and very good looking! What’s there not to love? He also has a beautiful voice to go well with those amazing blue eyes 😍

Keanu Reeves

Keanu is so attractive, omg. He was attractive when he was young (especially in Point Break and Speed) and he’s attractive now in John Wick and in general. He’s such an amazing person from what I keep hearing, that has gone through so much trauma and pain and despite it all he continues to be kinder and kinder. Even if you don’t find him attractive, how can you not love Keanu Reeves?

Chris Evans

I got a crush on Chris when I watched Fantastic Four, but then he played Steve Rogers and not only made that crush come back much stronger, but he gave me one of my favorite characters. Chris is such a nice guy from what we see in interviews and such, he’s a great actor and I just think he’s adorable.

Joey Batey

I suppose he must have flaws as he’s (allegedly, he might be an actual angel) human, but I really can’t see them. He looks like a sweetheart, is a good actor, a talented musician and is so attractive in every way. It’s been around two years since I discovered him with The Witcher and I’m still very much in love with him, with Jaskier, with The Amazing Devil and with everything Joey Batey.

Madeleine Hyland

(GIF) // Much like Joey, I doubt Madeleine is human as she’s either another angel or a fae queen or something, she’s too powerful. Not only is she absolutely gorgeous, but her voice and talent and range and ugh! I really want to see her act because I know that’s another thing she’s good at.

Katie McGrath

Morgana, am I right? I immediately loved her in Merlin and the more I saw of Katie the more I fell in love. She’s so sweet and so cute? I really like watching her in anything (loved her as Lena in Supergirl) and I in fact adore Katie so much that she’s the face-claim for one of my most beloved OCs, Nissa. Katie is just a queen.

Max Mittelman

I’m so sad that not many people know who he is because I have the biggest crush on him and he’s amazing and he deserves more recognition. That cutie is Max Mittelman aka Saitama (One Punch Man) aka Ryuji (Persona 5) aka Tredd Furia (Final Fantasy XV) and a bunch of others. He’s my favorite English voice actor and one of my favorite people ever. It’s funny because I got to know him through Robbie Daymond, who plays Prompto in FFXV and who I learned made vlogs with his friends, one of which was Max and the other was Ray Chase (Noctis in FFXV) and their vlogs are one of the most fun and comforting things for me ever and I’ve watched them so many times I know them by heart but I still adore them. Max is just adorable, hilarious and such a passionate and talented voice actor. 

Jordan Fisher

It might be that John Ambrose McClaren made me fall in love, but I’m crazy about Jordan Fisher. His soft voice, his tender eyes, his gorgeous smile, his sweet personality, aaaah! I also recently found out he plays Matt in Until Dawn? Damn, this boy is so talented!

Ewan McGregor

I have always loved Ewan McGregor and have seen almost everything he’s made (except for Trainspotting and a few other things I don’t like) and he’s one of my favorite actors, but he’s also so attractive to me? Damn, I’m super excited for the Obi-Wan show!

Johyn Boyega

This poor man deserved the world and Disney / Star Wars made him so dirty. He’s clearly a passionate person, a good actor and probably the sweetest guy ever. I just adored Finn and I wished he got more to do in the sequels, not only because the character was interesting enough to deserve a better arc, but because John deserved the spotlight, dammit!

Honorable mentions: Tom Holland, Wynona Rider, Andy Samberg, Henry Cavill, Margot Robbie, Bryan Dechart, Amelia Rose Blaire, Ezra Miller, Melissa Fumero, Lily James, Jennifer Garner, Anya Chalotra, Dev Patel, Pedro Pascal, Idris Elba...

#i might or might not be bi... idek myself #tagged #tag game #annibunnysworld #about me #celebrity crushes

[andywinter16]

Shapeshifting glaives - Nyx Ulric- Coeurl

 He´s embodiement of cat in human skin, so when he changed nobody was that suprised it was coeurl. They would be more shocked if it wasn´t. So Nyx doesn´t have the typical coeurl colour, he´s more blackishly blue with silver spots and belly. Speaking of belly, Nyx adores belly rubs! But he´s little shit about them (just like every cat honestly), especially to Luche and Tredd (usually they get smacked by his paw, Luche is lowkey sad) Obviously Nyx´s much bigger than normal coeurl and heavier. He´s quite talkative kitty, let me tell ya. Nyx ultimately decided he would become a terapeutic coeurl. How that works, you may ask?

  Let me explain: when some of glaives are too stubborn to relax and go home cough Titus and Luche cough. He devised a few techniques: The first one is being annoying,(which may include borrowing their stuff or just straight up lay on the stuff) the second one is jump them and lay on them until they gave up, if they do Nyx will happily purr. (Funny thing, Titus was especially stubborn once picked him up and carried him around like a furry baby, glaives had photos of this) If any of the glaives are feeling low, Nyx will lick their face and let them cuddle him. (Ladies often use him as heating pad for their cramps) In his coeurl form he also likes zip people with his eletricity (nothing harmful, he´s just playful boy)

 Oh my, when Nyx changed, Luche swears he never saw such shit eating grin before. It happened during a lunch break, Nyx and the gang was happily chatting with Soni and Axis about the party that was planned for their captain when furious Tredd came to their table. “I swear to all the fucking Astrals, If Luche won´t come out of his office right now, I am tearing the fucking door down.” Nyx scrunched up his nose at that. “ Don´t tell me, he´s in that workholic mood again.” Libertus said angrily. “Fucking hell, Lazarus!”  Nyx immediately got up and marched with Tredd into Luche´s office. They found there only poor Mat who almost dropped his documents at such abrupt entrance. “Guys damn it, please knock next time!” he sighed. “ If you´re looking for Luche, then he´s at training grounds. He looks like a shit, btw.”  Both men hastily leave for the training ground, bidding Mat farewell.

 Nyx could feel electricity running hot in his veins. His eyes started glow in the dimmed light, like a storms in Galadh. Nyx knew something was happening, but right now it wasn´t important. They were half way through when Tredd noticed Luche who was training with Tobul. Even from such a distance, They could see how pale and tired  Luche was. The circles under his eyes looked purplish. “LAZARUS!” screamed Nyx, while throwing his kukri to Luche´s direction. That moment was so brief that people swore it was their imagination. When Nyx´s got from warp, he felt the magic wash over him in such intimate manner. It was overwhelming, eruption in every cell of the body. Nyx felt like so much emotions at once, like it stripped him into his bare core and reshaped it. 

 Luche was caught off guard when something heavy tackled him. It was beautiful black coeulr with silver spots, who was snarling at him. He was really out of it today. “ Nyx, don´t eat him! He would taste like a bitter shit.” Luche heard Tredd yell in somewhere in the background.  “ Nyx, get of me this instant.” The coeulr let out a angry roar. “Nyx Ulric, let me up or I swear it would not end well for you.” Luche´s eyes changed colour into light blue. “ Nyx, I - ... Did - Did you just lick my face?”  The grin that was plastered on coeurl was definitively answer. “ Stop ,hahahaha, stop it! Noo, that tickles, Nyx!” Luche started laugh so much it hurted.

Titus from his office witnessed the whole thing. “ I am fucking quitting this job.”

#ffxv #ffxv kingsglaive #shapeshifter #Shapeshifting glaives #nyx ulric #look at that happy face #coeurl #mentioned luche lazarus #mentioned titus drautos #mentioned libertus ostium #mentioned crowe altius #mentioned pelna khara #mentioned Sonitus Bellum #Mentioned Axis Arra #mentioned Mat Kishimoto from FFXV Comrades #mentioned Tobul from FFXV Comrades #how the heck it got that long #Titus is really tired

[calling4glaives]

Personnel File 8: Tredd Furia

Our last deep dive before Kingsglaive: Legends, but certainly not the least! There's more than meets the eye with this lynch-pin among the traitors.

From the facebook blurb:

From the tumblr blurb: "Member of the Kingsglaive. His professionalism is high and he’s got top class abilities thanks to continuous training.  His consciousness as a mercenary is high and he participates in the Kingsglaive. Although support and loyalty for the strategy [to sign the treaty] is strong from some of the people, Tredd shows dissent in regards to the political measures [being proposed]."

Name: Tredd - Norwegian - past participle of tread/walk or thread (as in a needle); Middle English - footprints/trail, platform to stand on; of course anything Germanic as a variant spelling of “tread”

Furia - Latin - Fury, rage. It is also used (rather than ira, which has a similar meaning) for the Furies, or in Greek the Erinyes, female spirits of vengeance (usually). [[And sometimes, daughters of Nyx]]

[[Image courtesy of the wiki]]

Equipment: - Battle Uniform - Tredd wears almost the standard uniform associated with the square, grooved pauldron with crossed chains on top of it, with the usual accouterments - an archer-like guard across half his chest under his pauldron that fastens under the arm and has three parallel strips of leather looped diagonally around the chest, his badge attached to his chest on the left, the square belt, his sheathed weapon hanging from it by chains, and an elbow guard on his right elbow, opposite the pauldron. Underneath he wears the same tie-front shirt the other traitors wear.

He has two unique features to his uniform, however - he wears red versions of the standard gloves, though the red is only on the outside, and he has a cape-like sleeve on his right arm, topped with a larger silver epaulet. This could be a rank marker, or perhaps just a decoration, but either way, he loses it or purposefully removes it sometime during the airship fight, and only the taller attachment posts on his shoulder remain.

[[image courtesy of @capsource. Note Tredd's cape/sleeve in the first image. In the second, the strangely blond Tredd from the dropship attack has only tall button attachments on that shoulder.]]

Tredd uses the standard silver kopesh-like glaive blade in battle, but apparently has a smaller blade similar colored similarly to Nyx's Insomnian blade, with a similar hook near the hilt, or stole Nyx's to shave with.

[[Tredd is the glaive that runs down the wall in the opening battle, identifiable by the oversleeve and his visible face, but that means he has a clone who works with the Luche clone, both with covered faces and dark versions of their blades.]]

-Standard Uniform - other than the aforementioned red gloves, and joining the other traitors in his undershirt choice, Tredd's standard uniform is standard. Although, like the other traitors, he apparently knows how to shave and have something other than perpetual stubble. On the other hand, he apparently uses his blade to shave, so being clean-shaven might also be a sign of poor decision making, or extreme trust.

-Tredd's facial scar is quite the doozy, and must have quite the story behind it as well. [[Hopefully it wasn't a shaving accident.]] He is also the only redhead in the movie.

Personality: Tredd is provocative, but calculating. He definitely enjoys his snark, and seems to have a somewhat tumultuous history with Nyx, but he also knows how to use it - his remarks after Drautos’ briefing are very calculated to provoke Libertus and Nyx, and he’s proud he did so. He also is very good at his job, earning the loyalty of both Axis and Sonitus legitimately, and seems to be good at commanding them. Assuming his speech to Libertus is also true as well as provocative, he seems to keenly feel his position as an outsider, and temporary, in Insomnia, and to pay attention to political realities, or at least to people who do.

[[Contrary to popular belief, Tredd is not the glaive Pelna saves in the opening battle; instead, he seems to be listening to Nyx and Pelna snark on the comms, then sees Nyx’s bright warp away, which is what prompts his somewhat fond and somewhat exasperated “Show off” comment. Watch who has face masks up (mystery glaive) and down (Tredd), and how Pelna is not standing by Tredd in the shot when he hears Nyx’s comment with a hand to his ear, when Pelna should be as he just helped up the glaive he rescued, and that the rescued glaive doesn’t have Tredd’s sleeve.]]

[[Nyx's show-off warp, and Tredd noticing it. Potato quality cap comes from youtube. Note the silver epaulet on top of the cape-like sleeve, which appears notched at the top, with a leather strap that runs under the epaulet.]]

Death: Though his death isn't directly confirmed, the pile of Kingsglaive bodies amid the wreckage where Libertus found Nyx’s kukri seems to imply it. But who knows?

Behind the Scenes (actors): Tredd’s voice actor is the very prolific Max Mittelman, another one of the Kingsglaive actors who is involved with the fans. You might know him as Red XIII from FFVII Remake or Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5, Saitama from One Punch Man, Plagg from Miraculous Ladybug or both Superman and Jimmy Olsen in various DC movies and series, and many, many more. He, Ray Chase (Noctis' VA), and Robbie Daymond (Prompto's VA) make up the group L.A.V.A. which travels to conventions, streams on Twitch, and performs stage shows. Tredd's mocap work was done by David Nutley, Ravus’s facial scan and mocap artist, and his facial scan was actor and stunt performer Mehran Armando. 

Lots of things are not quite as they seem with this glaive. Notice anything else we missed? Have some theories you'd like to share? Let us know!

As always, we hope this helps! Good luck to everyone working on Legends, which starts next week, 2022/8/7!

#kglegends22 #kingsglaive #ffxv #ff15 #Tredd Furia #deep dive

[caparrucia]

For the sun is out verse! Has Areana ever walked in on Tredd and Luche snuggled up in a pile together? Just asleep on eachother in the cutest way. (And if so, would she a: take pics to save as blackmail, b: join in, or c: shatter the peace by jumping on her boys) love your work!

Thank you, anon!

So the interesting thing about Aranea and her polycule is that she's aromantic. The concept of romantic affection and romantic love sounds fake and weird and maybe everyone else is in on the joke but she doesn't get it and who even cares.

The formation of the polycule is mostly a result of Luche having feelings for Tredd and Aranea sort of nudging firmly to get it out in the open, with the same air of a small child poking an anthill with a stick, just to see what happens. It's one of the key differences between her and Luche, one of those moments they're not perfectly in sync. Luche is not aro at all. He's a prickly shit incapable of admitting or owning up any kind of romantic interest, but he certainly feels it. Tredd is just an idiot with self-esteem issues who lets his dick do a lot of the thinking but who just desperately wants to belong somewhere.

Aranea has terrible ideas and just sort of arrogantly drags them along with her. Luche lives in perpetual despair because his type is either inane or stupid, or both. Tredd is the Stitch, doing the "this is my family that I put together and it's a little broken but it's good" thing and getting distressingly defensive about their ridiculous mess of a life.

To put it into context, the one person Aranea sort of maybe dates at some point? The actual literal father of her children? Neither Tredd nor Luche, for all it's them who raised them.

She doesn't understand relationships very well, but she is very much a dragon in that she's territorial and gets a little thrill about the idea that they are, in fact, her boys. Because they are! They're dumb and neurotic and quite insane, in places. But they're hers and that's all that matters.

All that to say, none of the above: she'll dip their hands in bowls of warm water, leave a camera rolling to capture the magic of their eventual reaction when they wake up, and go off to put the fear of her in some poor idiot out there, meanspirited tilt to her smile and smug, self-satisfied twist to her step.

#rie answers #Anonymous

[a-world-in-grey]

Bring Back Memories au II

Tissue warning! (and coarse language)

Also tagging @agent-jaselin because I blame them for inspiring this au in the first place.

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-The glaives believe Sola to be dead. Tredd and Nyx are broken. It's like the Burning all over again, except the grief feels like someone tore out part of their souls. 

-Tredd never wore a Mourning Braid for his parents and siblings, and Nyx thinks he might one day unbraid his Mourning Braid for Selena. But for Sola? Never. Because the aching wound in their souls feel like they will never heal.

-They return to Insomnia, and Nyx and Tredd are so glad they can leave it to Captain to report to the King. Titus knows his men are grieving, he's not going to push them to face the King, to force them to tell the King that his daughter is dead. 

-Nyx… doesn't know why Abyssus sticks to him like a stubborn burr, but he won't admit that the big cat's presence helps him keep it together when he wants to fly off the handle. 

-The funeral… it goes. Titus secures invitations for the remaining 33 members of Sola's regiment, because they were brothers- and sisters-in-arms and they deserve to be there. The King, the Marshal, and Captain give speeches that Nyx barely remembers. Everyone in the regiment cries by the end. Nyx can see the Crown Prince, seated next to the King, the odd golden fox Nyx remembers Sola once called Cyrus sitting in his lap. Dark head bowed, and thin shoulders hunched and shaking.

-Once all the speeches are done, and everyone is waiting for the pallbearers to lift the empty casket to be delivered to the Royal Mausoleum, Tredd takes a breath and lets his voice rise to the rafters of the cathedral. It's not a Lucian song, but rather a Galahdian one, because for all that Sola had never been braided, she was one of them. One by one, the rest of the regiment joins in, until all 33 of them are singing.

-And despite his knee, the King insists on being one of the pallbearers. An elderly man, thick Leidan accent and clearly close to the King, is at the front with Regis. Another man, dark skinned and closer to the King's age, takes one of the center holds opposite Clarus' son Gladio, who stands for both his father Clarus and for the too short Crown Prince. And at the back, the Marshal and the Captain. Leaving Clarus and the Kingsglaive to form up around the procession because like Pyre they're going to allow assassins to take a shot at Sola's family at her funeral. Nyx and Tredd and Abyssus hover near Sola's little brother, while Libertus and Crowe guard his Hand. 

-The hug Noctis gives Abyssus isn't surprising. What does surprise Nyx are the two hugs he gives to Nyx and Tredd, before allowing Gladio and Ignis to usher him into the waiting Regalia. 

-Safe in Little Galahd, the fourth regiment gathers to mourn and get roaring drunk. Nyx doesn't remember Libertus dragging him back to his apartment, slung over Abyssus' back. His next memory is Abyssus waking him up at some Pyre-cursed hour, raging hangover making his already shitty mood worse. Nyx tries to push Abyssus away, but the damn cat just meows insistently at him, dodging the half-hearted swat Nyx blindly aims his way.

-Nyx's resolve to go back to sleep loses against Abyssus' determination when the cat grabs him by the tangle of his sheets and drags him, bedding and all, onto the floor. Nyx swears, blearily glaring up at Abyssus. Abyssus huffs at him, unimpressed before dropping shirt and sweatpants on his head. Nyx grumbles about making cat-kebabs, but stumbles upright and into the clothes before tossing his bedding back on the bed and then searching for something to help his Six-awful hangover.

-A search he's forced to abandon at the knock on his door. Not by choice, if it were up to Nyx he'd ignore it because fuck everyone else at the moment, but Abyssus lets out another one of his demanding meows and Nyx just wants to go back to sleep. Nyx yanks open his front door, ready to tear whichever unholy daemon of a morning person a new one, only to freeze at the sight of the Crown Prince standing on his doorstep. 

-Nyx really wants to know who he pissed off to deserve this. He's hungover and nowhere near awake for this, he's not even on duty! But he knows Sola would come back from the dead just to kick his ass if he let her little brother get hurt, so Nyx looks around to see if he can spot whichever Crownsguard are shadowing Noctis.

-Only, unless they're sneakier than an Arra - and Nyx knows where he'd put his gil and it's not on the Crownsguard - it doesn't look like the Prince has anyone guarding him. What. The. Pyre. Nyx manages not to swear out loud through Astral-worthy willpower and ushers the kid inside. 

-Once he's leveled a Look at Abyssus and the cat's taken up a position at Nyx's front door and only window, just in case, he levels a stern look at Noctis and tells the kid that he'd better have a good reason for being in the slums at - Nyx checks the clock and wants to glare at Abyssus all over again - seven in the morning without any bodyguards. Does anyone know where Noctis is?

-Noctis blinks wide blue eyes at him - Sola's eyes, fuck - and says that Nyx does. Abyssus huffs from the door, and Nyx swears the cat is laughing at him. Nyx is not amused. Nyx rubs a hand over his face and tells Noctis that he can't do this. They just lost Sola, don't… don't make his father grieve him too. Noctis hunches his shoulders, looking away guiltily. He mumbles an apology, but some of Sola's stubborn defiance pokes through when he adds that it's important.

-Nyx sighs, but ushers Noctis over to his crappy kitchen table, rummaging through his cabinet for two glasses and painkillers. He sets the water down before him and the kid, but pauses at the elixir Noctis holds out to him. Nyx frowns, and tells the kid that he's not injured. Noctis tells him that it's for the hangover. Nyx… doesn't actually want to know how an eleven-year old knows what a hangover is or how to make a magical cure for it. Especially when he knows for a fact that Sola never drank, even after she became legal for it.

-But he's sure as Pyre not turning it down. And Ramuh does it help. Nyx savors the sweet relief for half a second before turning his attention back to Noctis. He asks the kid what's so important to bring him down here without telling anyone. Noctis says that Nyx knows how Sola was his Sword, right? Nyx nods. It was something Sola was fiercely proud of. Noctis asks if Nyx knows why.

-Nyx… actually doesn't know, and he admits it easily enough. It's not like the inner workings of the Royal Retinues was common knowledge. Noctis doesn't look surprised. He frowns in concentration, like he's trying to figure out what to say. He tells Nyx that the Lucis Caelums are Blessed by the Draconian. Nyx nods. That's common enough knowledge, and Galahd has a number of Clans Blessed of the other Astrals, though none so recent as to have magic. Noctis says that because of the Blessing, they bond with people. Like, stronger than normal.

-Nyx frowns, and asks what Noctis means by stronger. Noctis flails a hand, saying that he's not sure how to explain it. It's… it's a feeling. It's instinct. But, when he was a baby, Sola decided that he was hers. And that she was his. And when Noctis was older, he accepted and returned that bond. Sola was his sister.

-Noctis huffs, frustrated, and complains that he's not explaining it right. But Nyx is frozen in his seat, because that… that's familiar. He tells Noctis that Sola Claimed him. And Noctis Claimed her back. Noctis perks up and says that yeah, that's exactly it. Meanwhile, Nyx is thinking back, a year and a half ago, when Sola's enlistment was leaked to the public and Tredd dragged him to calm Sola's Rage. How Tredd had called Nyx one of Sola's Claimed.

-And Nyx asks Noctis if it's only their Retinue that Lucis Caelums Claim. Noctis shakes his head. He says that Sola Claimed the Glaives years ago. All of them. He figured it out when she kept calling them 'her idiots.' Nyx fixes Noctis with a deadpan look and Noctis grins innocently back. Noctis adds somberly that it was why he encouraged Sola to stay with the Kingsglaive, because she was happy with them. They were hers.

-Nyx swallows hard, because damn it, he's not going to cry. He roughly asks what this has to do with Nyx specifically. Noctis tells him seriously that Nyx was Sola's Sword. Nyx chokes on his water, because what. Noctis says he didn't see it before. Sola never wanted a Retinue when he was little, because she was worried the Council would make her stop being Noctis' Sword. But Sola must not have realized it, because Nyx was Sola's Sword and Tredd… her Heart? He wasn't her Shield because Sola refused to have a Shield and he doesn't think Tredd was her Hand-

-Nyx holds up a hand to cut Noctis off, and takes a moment to order his thoughts. He was part of Sola's Retinue, go figure. Tredd too apparently, which, Nyx can see now that he thinks about it. And if Sola Claiming the Glaives wasn't enough to bond with them as her Retinue, but Noctis Claiming Sola back made her his Sword… Nyx thinks of the bead he added to his Mourning braid for Sola, for the woman he'd have adopted as his little sister if only he'd realized it sooner. 

-Fuck, that makes far too much sense.

-Nyx asks if Tredd should hear this too. Noctis nods. He says that he could use Abyssus to find Nyx, but he doesn't know how to find Tredd. Nyx nods, and says that he'll call him, and Noctis can tell them at the same time. Privately, Nyx is feeling just this side of petty because if he has to be up this early to have this conversation, then Tredd can suffer with him.

-It takes three calls before Tredd finally answers his phone, swearing at him. Nyx tells Tredd that he's going to be stopping by in thirty with breakfast, get up and get dressed because the Crown Prince is coming with him to talk with them about stuff no one knew they had to tell Nyx and Tredd about Sola Claiming them. There's a few seconds of silence on the other end, and Nyx asks if Tredd got all that. Tredd swears and says that yeah, he got it, but Nyx better bring the good shit, not Yamachang's pathetic excuse for kebabs. Nyx snorts and says that yeah, yeah, he'll get a proper breakfast for him.

-Nyx tells Noctis that they're gonna pick up breakfast on the way, wait at the table while he changes. Nyx washes his face, scrubs his teeth, and throws on jeans and a shirt, redoes the worst of his braids, and buckles his kukri to his back. Then he's ushering Noctis out his front door with Abyssus and locking up before hoisting Noctis onto Abyssus' back. Because if he's the only guard Noctis has currently, he wants Noctis to have a quick escape route if things do manage to go south. And Abyssus is more competent than half the Crownsguard. Easily.

-Turns out Noctis hasn't breakfast either, so Nyx picks up three of the breakfast burritos from Psamathe Furia, who takes one look at the Crown Prince and tones down the spices on one because Nyx honestly doesn't know if Noctis shares Sola's delicate Lucian palate.

-Tredd is in fact up and presentable by the time Nyx pounds on his door. Nyx gives Tredd a cheerful good morning just to be an asshole, and Tredd tells him to shut the fuck up. Nyx tells Tredd to watch his language, there's a kid present. Tredd swipes one of the burritos from Nyx, retorting that the kid's in public school, there's no way he hasn't heard it all. The two look at Noctis, who's staring at them innocently and Tredd tells Noctis that his innocent face sucks. Noctis pouts and Abyssus laughs at Noctis. Noctis clambers off, accepting the milder burrito from Nyx and finding a place to sit at Tredd's table because Tredd tells both of them that he's not discussing anything until he's had food damn it. Noctis wrinkles his nose at the veggies, but obediently eats them when Tredd gruffly tells him not to waste food.

-Noctis presents Tredd with another hangover cure, which puts Tredd in a marginally better mood but prompts him to ask where the Pyre Noctis learned to make hangover cures. Noctis says that it was Sola. Whenever a mission went bad, he'd spend time with her while she made them, because she always said the other glaives would need them. And Noctis was curious, so she taught him how to make them too. Nyx pinches his nose because fuck, that was Sola all over. She always showed up with her hangover cures after a mission gone bad, because half the glaives usually went out and got drunk. And sure, Sola usually poked fun at them while she handed the cures over because she could be a bitch like that, so no wonder she taught her little brother how to make them. Handing out cures made by a kid would've been hilarious to her. And because she could never really say no to her little brother.

-Nyx listens as Noctis repeats the first part of his explanation to Tredd, who, to his credit, picks up the details almost immediately. Though he asks what the Pyre Noctis means by him being Sola's Heart. Nyx snickers, because Tredd looks so disgruntled. So Noctis explains what he knows about each position in the Retinue. It's a bit rote, but clearly someone's drilled the details into his head, because he explains that the Sword's duty was to wade into danger and destroy threats before they reached their King, therefore protecting him. They attacked. Whereas a Heart protected their King's emotional wellbeing. Protected their King's heart.

-Noctis says that a Retinue is en-tit-led to stuff, even after Sola's death, and Noctis wanted to make sure they could get it if they needed it, because Sola was his and they were Sola's. And it's all he can do for his sister. He's knows it's not much, but he got Iggy to help him print off all the info for them. Nyx tells Noctis that they appreciate it, and they'll look it over. But he needs to get back to the Citadel. Noctis frowns, but Tredd tells Noctis that Sola wouldn't want him taking stupid risks. He's still a kid, but he's smarter than this.

-Before Noctis can reply, there's a knock at Tredd's door, and Nyx opens the door to see a very Unimpressed Cor. Nyx apologizes for the trouble, but Cor says he appreciates Nyx alerting him to the situation before anyone caused a panic. Noctis cringes from the Look Cor gives him, and yeah, kid knows he's in trouble. Nyx tells Noctis that if he really wants to come down to Little Galahd and meet more of Sola's people, let them know first and they'll come get him, okay? That way everyone knows he's safe. Nyx asks Abyssus to go with Noctis. The roads can't be good for his back. Abyssus nods, and Noctis climbs back on.

-When the door closes, Tredd slumps back in his chair and breaks down into grief-tinged laughter. Nyx agrees with the sentiment exactly. Tredd says that of course the fucking short stack went and grew on him, like a Ramuh-damned fungus, and once he was attached she had to up and die on them, and he couldn't even do anything because he was fucking bleeding out like a useless idiot! 

-Nyx tells Tredd, the first person he's told, that he tried to reach Sola. But Sola stopped him. Raised a shield and he, he couldn't break through before Abyssus dragged him away. Tredd says that of course Sola did that, the self-sacrificing dumbass. Nyx whispers that he's not sure he'll ever be able to forgive her for that, for not letting him try to save her. Tredd tells Nyx that he'd be dead if he'd reached her. Nyx admits that he knows, not saying that he'd almost prefer it that way. Tredd hears it anyway. Tredd says that Sola always did care more about them than herself. They were hers. Nyx smiles bitterly and says that no one ever told Sola that she was theirs too.

-Neither of them say that now they'll never get the chance.

#Bring Back Memories au #ffxv #Nyx Ulric #Tredd Furia #Noctis Lucis Caelum #Abyssus #ah yes #the aftermath of a major plot point #in which I find a million different ways to hurt my characters #with the little things #before the next big hammer smash #poor Nyx and Tredd #they've got no idea what's coming #take the respite while you can boys #it's only getting worse from here #I'd say I'm sorry #but that would be a lie

[secret-engima]

a-world-in-grey

@secret-engima okay, but like, at formal events does she wear high heels? Just, Tol Wife is even Toller, at 6’11 or 7 feet tall, in a stunning dress that does not disguise the fact that she is sufficiently strong enough to effectively break people with her bare hands.  And her poor poor glaives have to reconcile the woman they’re used to seeing in full armor now looking like a noblewoman - not dainty, Titus couldn’t be dainty if she tried - and seeing Cor with the most lovesick expression.

Me: *wheezes* YES. OH ABSOLUTELY YES. Once they’re married (it takes a while) then Tiziana does actually sometimes dress up like a noblewoman. Most of the time she goes in uniform actually, but once in a blue moon she dolls up as Cor’s Wife instead of Captain of the Kingsglaive and just- there is no better power move than gliding in with a strapless cocktail dress that shows off her scars and Well-Defined Muscles while also rocking a pair of Serious Heels.

The gossiping noblewomen and socialites HATE her because she “stole” the Marshal from them and also oh so clearly blows them out of the water when she dresses up.

The first time she does it the glaives on guard duty are just- they are dead. Slain. Their brains are blank their mouths are gaping. More then a few crushes form against their will because OH NO. OH NO CAPTAIN IS HOT. WHAT HAPPENED. HOW. HOW IS THAT OUR CAPTAIN. IS THIS SOME KIND OF NOBLEWOMAN TWIN OF CAPTAIN AND NOT REALLY CAPTAIN??????

They might honestly toy with the doppelgänger idea until Drautos murmurs smugly at a gaping Tredd to “Don’t let the flies in Furia.” and it is just UNQUESTIONABLY CAPTAIN strutting around in a cocktail dress and towering at 7+ feet in her heels.

#Secret Engima Rambles #fem!titus #titus x cor #fem!titus x cor

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Hi! For the angst/fluff prompts: 72- You need sleep. Luche Lazarus and Tredd Furia! Everybody needs some soft boys. (Especially after the latest in HoT XD) Love your stuff! <3

Luche peered over the crumbling wall, taking in the no man’s land with keen eyes. It was littered with the dead bodies of Glaives, poor animal experiments and shells of MTs and other magitek units. Bomb craters scarred the ground, uprooting grass and bushes. It was not a pretty picture.

Hunching back into full cover, Luche made his way along the wall, across what had once been a street and to a small hut standing that had somehow survived the latest assault, standing behind a crumbled warehouse.

The inside was made up of one big room submerged in constant twilight. What little light there was came in through dirtied windows. When Luche opened the door, bright sunlight illuminated a red headed man sitting on the floor and leaning against the wooden wall.

“Put out the damned light,” the man groaned, pain lacing his voice.

Obedient, Luche closed the door. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the twilight within the hut.

“It’s gone quiet out there,” he murmured as he made his way to his companion. “We should be able to rest here for a while.”

“Yeah well, it’s not like we can do anything different.”

“Tredd.”

“What? You know I’m right. Intel was worth shit, they practically ripped us apart.”

Luche did not sigh, even though he wanted to. He hated to admit it, but Tredd was right. the Captain’s intel had been wrong on near every account. Their whole forces had been scattered along the front. Just barely Luche had managed to manouvre a wounded Tredd into this abandoned settlement.

“Shut up. You need sleep. I’ll take watch.”

#prompt #amethysttail #ffxv #luche lazarus #tredd furia #they were out on a campaign with the others #and got separated #because the captain's intel was very much not correct #because of course it was #geist writes