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catastrophicarts · 2 months
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I’m predictable and I adore him already
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beejoco · 6 months
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swaine doodles for @jesperjohansen
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nenukoone · 3 months
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@incorrect-ninokuni gave me the prompt and we found it kind of funny because i already draw these two a lot but hi @jesperjohansen Hope you enjoy!
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tombstonetrail · 3 months
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Swaine is actually a trans guy and when he came out his dad said "okay but your name has to be Gascon" and he hated it. and that's why he changed it
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ninokuni-dumbassery · 10 months
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Swaine: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.
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saltybutsad · 2 months
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every day i mourn the fact that swaine was never a tumblr sexyman
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clinketyclank · 10 months
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the hamelin brothers r both neurodivergent btw . I have no evidence I just Know .
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thetinyspinosaurus · 1 year
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Swaine calling Drippy "a demented little gnome" will never not kill me.
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sugarskies · 2 years
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*record scratch*
*freeze frame*
swaine: yep, that's me. you're probably wondering how i ended up in this situation
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I love how everyone watches Swanie hold his dying father and scream and cry and then the next line of dialogue is Esther being like damn whats taking him so long. ik its several days later for them but its so jarring for the player lol.
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imit4tion-bl4ck · 2 years
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kind of a screenshot redraw but also not
anyways them!!! the bros!!!!! beloved!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[ swaine | ni no kuni: wrath of the white witch] [ marcassin | ni no kuni: wrath of the white witch]
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@kingoftheladybugs, here’s your (very) late Ni No Kuni Secret Santa gift! Or, if you prefer, an early New Year’s gift. I apologize for the lateness! This one’s a (mostly) fluffy short fic about Oliver and the gang having an impromptu camp-out after going on a ride on Tengri. This fic will be crossposted to AO3, and I’ll link that here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43932111
Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors that might be in this fic, or let me know so I can correct them. I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!
The sky was a bright, brilliant gold and lavender near the setting sun on the mountainous horizon. It was almost evening in the Barrens, and Tengri was hovering low above the treeline. No matter how excited all of them were, and how eager Tengri seemed to be to fly once more, even dragons were mortal, and all animals eventually tired. Oliver and his friends had spent the past few hours flying around the mountains of the Summerlands, exploring little hidden places they’d never even seen before, caught up in the thrill of flight. Now, they were all beginning to notice the aches in their muscles and tired eyes as Tengri flapped his great purple wings and slowly let himself down into a small clearing, hitting the ground with a surprisingly gentle thud.
“I guess even dragons have limits, huh?” Esther said, hopping off of Tengri’s back and patting his neck.
“Well,” Swaine grunted, “Dragons are animals too. Everyone gets tired eventually.”
Oliver giggled. “Tengri’s probably just tired because it's been a while since he’s flown. I bet Denny would be tired back in Motorville if he ran as much as Tengri flew today.”
Oliver’s friends nodded and hummed in agreement. They set to work unstrapping their bedrolls from Tengri’s sides - Oliver thought for sure he could carry it all in his bag, but Kublai’s crew had insisted. It turned out that the Sky Pirates weren’t so mean after all.
“What are you smiling at?” Drippy bounced up next to him. Oliver giggled bashfully.
“Nothing, I was just thinking about Kublai’s crew. They sure were nice to give us this gear, huh?”
Swaine scoffed, “Aw, sure, and he definitely won’t ask for anything in return for using his dragon, either.”
“That’s a problem for tomorrow. And tomorrow, we’d better get to thinking about those stones. It can’t be too far a flight to the Solitary Isle on Tengri’s wings,” Esther stroked Tengri’s neck again and he nuzzled her back. “Tonight, I think it’s time for dinner and bed.”
Everybody cringed a little at that (except for Tengri, of course). Lunch earlier that day had turned out to be jerky strips sandwiched between the stale white bread in Oliver’s bag. Anything tastes better with friends, that was Oliver’s philosophy. Still, he had to admit it was a little less than gourmet. As dusk fell further over the tops of the trees, Oliver made a little fire out of a fallen tree’s branches; maybe not enough to last the whole night, but they weren’t going to stay up the whole night, were they? 
Being a wizard sure was useful, he thought. He didn’t need to bother with matches when he could summon a flame from the tip of his wand just like that! It was bright and warm and caught right away. Even Swaine looked begrudgingly impressed. The first time, anyway.
Oliver had brought out a few less stale provisions from his bag to share and was in the process of dividing his bread, yogurt, and old produce among the four of them (and if he ate half a carrot in the meantime, nobody would really notice). Beside him, Esther was watching the warm fire and Swaine was fiddling with something in his own bag while Tengri curled up around them like a living wall. 
“Oliver?” Esther said. “Mm?” Oliver mumbled through a mouthful of carrot.
“About your world - how come the people from your world can’t see us, but we can all see you?”
Oliver opened his mouth, then closed it. Why was that so?
Swaine shrugged. “Well, I say if it’s not getting us into trouble, best leave it be. No need to poke our noses where they don’t belong.”
“But she’s right! You all shouldn’t be able to see me, should you?” Oliver mused, “And why am I able to use magic when nobody in my world can even see it?”
Drippy rolled his eyes and bounced down from Tengri’s saddle. “Is there something wrong with your memory? Do we need to find a doctor and get you checked? It’s because you’re the pure hearted one, of course!”
Oliver chewed thoughtfully. “Right, but I still wonder why. I was able to free you from your curse, Mr. Drippy, but I don’t know any spells that could do that. I didn’t even know magic was real back then.”
“Do I have to say it every other minute now? You’re the pure hearted one, that’s how you lifted my curse! Besides, not all magic does what wizards tell it to do, ain’t it.” Drippy’s lantern jangled as he spoke. “Now if you wanted moral support from your sidekick, a little reminder of your savior-ness, you could have just asked!”
Now Oliver was tempted to roll his eyes. “That’s not it, Mr. Drippy! But thank you, anyway.” Drippy huffed and reached for a bite of his carrot.
From across the fire, Swaine sighed. “How about instead of fighting over scraps, you two give me your bag so I can actually make us something proper to eat?”
“Something proper? Since when did you know how to cook?” Esther teasingly waggled a half eaten babana at him. 
Swaine looked at her, then at the pot in his hands, then at the sky.
“You do know!”
“Listen, I couldn’t exactly be eating at restaurants all these years, could I?” Swaine hissed. “Well, Swaine, I think that’s a really useful thing to know. It’s not a bad thing,” Oliver tried to placate the two, but there was no need.
“Obviously it isn’t. Who do you take me for?” Swaine made to snatch at Oliver’s bag, “Now give me that.”
Esther clicked her tongue. “So you can steal our provisions?”
“So what if I did? You don’t need everything in there.”
Oliver frowned. “You know we share everything now, you two.”
Both Esther and Swaine grumbled at the same time. And ultimately, Swaine did get the bag, since Oliver wasn’t too good at cooking himself. He had always relied on mom for that.
The very thought left Oliver feeling suddenly bereft. It was tough to enjoy the night while thinking of his mother. She should be here with him. Or he shouldn’t be here at all, more like. Oliver remembered a vague promise his mother had made a long time ago, that maybe someday she would take him camping on a vacation. There was nothing like the stars on a clear night, she had sighed. It was amazing. Magical.
If only he had enough magic to save her.
“Ollie-boy, you’ve got that mopey look on your face again.” “Is everything alright?”
Oliver blinked the spots out of his eyes from staring straight into the fire. He hadn’t even realized he’d been zoning out.
Above the fire, Esther and Drippy were looking at him, concern clear on their faces. Swaine’s, too, no matter how he tried to hide it. Oliver sighed, meaning to defuse the tension, but even he could hear how unhappy it sounded.
“I was just thinking about mom.”
The mood around the fire became something more grim then.
“Oh, Oliver,” Esther put her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug.
“Don’t be so glum. As soon as we find Mornstar’s stones, it won’t be long before we find Shadar and free Alicia,” Swaine stirred the pot of stew roughly.
Oliver sighed again. “I sure hope so.”
“Come on, have a little faith in yourself, pure-hearted one! You really should have asked me earlier about this motivation thing, mun…” Drippy pouted. Esther reached out to pat his head, but he ducked away at the last second.
“You know, Oliver, I was wondering something about your world too. I wonder where my soulmate is - if I have one, anyway.” It was clear that Swaine was trying to shift the conversation away from Oliver’s mother, and he wanted to be thankful for it. He really did. But every moment not thinking about her, moving towards freeing her - was it all time wasted, in the end?
Oliver shook his thoughts away. Thinking like that was no use either. He replied, “I’m sure you have a soulmate, Swaine. Everyone does.”
“We didn’t see him in Motorville, though.”
“Motorville’s a big city,” Oliver rebuked, “I only know my neighborhood. It’s kind of a miracle that I know so many soulmates of the people I’ve met here.”
Esther nodded. “Now that I think about it, if Oliver didn’t know Myrtle, maybe I would still be broken-hearted. Imagine if my soulmate lived halfway across the world from you.”
“Or halfway across Motorville, if it’s so huge,” Swaine snorted.
“Hey, it’s true! I’m not lying! There are almost two million people living in Motorville!”
Esther’s eyes looked wide enough to pop out of her head and Swaine’s mouth fell open. “Really?”
“Really! It’s true. At least, that’s what the census in the papers said.”
“Goodness.”
“Anyways, we don’t have technology that’s nearly as fast as a dragon in my world. We don’t have anything like cloudsweepers, either. Anything that can fly, anyway - they kind of look like scooters,” Oliver smiled again just thinking about it, “Phil would love them.”
“Phil?”
“Just a friend of mine. I wonder how he’s doing. Next time I got to Motorville, I ought to pay him a visit,” Oliver sighed for the third time. He wondered how Phil was doing. He had tried to visit him before he left for Ni No Kuni, but Oliver had been too down. Although, down was perhaps a bad word - drowning, more like, in his grief. He knew Phil had a sprained ankle. He hoped it wasn’t bothering him too much.
“Hello, anyone in there?” Swaine called. 
Oliver snapped up - “Yes, Swaine!”
“You don’t need to be so familiar,” he scoffed, “Chef Swaine is just fine. In any case, dinner is ready.”
“Oh, wow!” Esther peered down into the pot, “That looks fantastic!”
“It smells great, Swaine,” Oliver added.
“Of course it does. I wouldn’t trust any of you children to cook something better.”
Esther let out an exaggerated gasp. “How can you say that?”
“With my mouth.”
Esther rolled her eyes but decided to concede, instead placing her coffee pot on the fire while Swaine ladled out soup. He clearly traveled prepared - the meal kit came with little tin cups, bowls, and spoons.
“Did you always have this stuff hanging around in your pockets?” Esther teased.
“Did you always have that coffee pot with you? Speaking of,” Swaie poked Esther in the arm. “What are you doing?”
“Improving our coffee,” Esther answered. “Say, Oliver, would you hand me those iced coffees of yours?”
“She always does this when we can’t find hot coffee nearby,” Oliver explained as he passed Esther three bottles, “She says coffee is better when its hot.”
“That’s how we serve it in Al-Mamoon. I’d brew it from beans or grounds with spices if I had them on hand, and have it with a babana split - or even fresh babanas, but i suppose overripe ones are still better than nothing.” Esther mixed the coffee gently with her stirring spoon.
“Wait, Oliver, you just drink your coffee cold?” Swaine was the one with the wide eyes now.
“How else are you supposed to drink it? It’s always cold after being in my bag for a little, isn’t it?”
Swaine gaped. “Yes, but you don’t seriously think that drinking it lukewarm is right, do you?”
Esther scoffed. “Oh, don’t bother. Oliver doesn’t have a taste for this sort of thing. I don’t understand why, which is why we have to teach him the right way. I’ve been trying, but it’s hard for older sisters on the road, sadly.”
“Right. At least now you have me to help.”
Oliver couldn’t help the blush that lit up his cheeks. “You think of me as your brother? Gee, really?”
“Oh, don’t think you’re getting out of this that easily. I don’t know how the people in your world do it, but outside of battle, coffee is to be drunk only while hot under my roof,” Swaine said.
“And,” Esther waggled the stirring spoon at Oliver, “When we complete Mornstar, defeat Shadar, and rescue Alicia, I’ll take us all to get some real Mamooni coffee - my treat.”
Oliver wondered why they were both so insistent on hot coffee. It made no difference to him - energy was energy, and he needed it for his spells. Ever since he had taken up wizardry he understood why Rusty and Miss Laila often carried a mug of the stuff with them to work, and why it was usually his mom’s first drink in the morning. Still, he wouldn’t argue too much. Or maybe he would, if it got Esther and Swaine to finally stop fighting and agree on something for a change. He accepted the offered coffee gratefully and sipped it contentedly in between spoonfuls of soup. 
Oliver’s mother wasn’t saved yet, but if what Esther and Swaine said were true, he had gained a bigger family, and that made him happy enough tonight. He was always a little lonely at home, after all.
Soon the three of them were finished with their food and the fire was burning low. Swaine took all the tin and silverware and stuffed it into his bag (did he never wash that stuff, or was he just tired, Oliver wondered with a chuckle) while Esther dragged their bags closer to Tengri, with Oliver’s between her’s and Swaine’s. She herself cuddled up against the dragon’s flank while Oliver neatly tucked himself in and Swaine practically crashed into bed.
The fire burned lower. Soon, it would be barely embers.
“I’ll be thinking of Myrtle tonight,” Esther’s murmured voice still rang clear in Oliver’s ears. “I hope she sleeps well, too.”
Swaine grunted something that sounded like agreement and turned over, but said no more.
Oliver couldn’t sleep.
Mr. Drippy had tucked himself into Oliver’s arms like he usually did, and normally his weight would soothe him, just like he did when he was a stuffed doll, but tonight must have been an exception. He did everything he usually did - tried to clear his mind, breathe deeply, imagine someplace happy and warm (though tonight he didn’t have to imagine, with his friends by his side). Still, he felt restless and twitchy, his hands running up and down Drippy’s head and legs sliding over each over under the bedroll.
Speaking of whom, Drippy stirred slightly in Oliver’s arms.
“Oi, keep the petting to a minimum, would you? I need my sleep too, mun.”
“Mr. Drippy?”
He cocked his lantern-nose up. “Yeah, mun? Something bothering you?”
“Did Alicia ever have children?”
Even in the low light, Oliver could tell Drippy looked taken aback. “No, not that I know of - she went to face Shadar and got snared, then I was cursed and here we are now. Not much time in between that to go and have littlies, ain’t it?”
Oliver tipped his head back. “You’re right.”
“‘Course I’m right. Right back to sleep. You too, Ollie-boy, and don’t bother me any more.”
Drippy was out like a light, and Oliver was left alone with his thoughts again.
No children. That didn’t seem right, somehow.
Oliver gazed up at the stars. They were perfect. Out in the Barrens, they were as far from any city as they could be while still being on land. Even the pirates’ hideout was far away enough to not shine any light out here. They were all alone, and Oliver had never felt more like it.
He wasn’t worried about danger. He had his spells, Swaine his gun and Esther her familiars, and Tengri alone was fearsome enough to scare any stray animals away from their little camp. But he still felt cold looking at the night sky.
Did he have a soulmate in this world? He must have one, or he wouldn’t be alive now. Where was his soulmate? Alicia didn’t have children, so perhaps his soulmate still had his parents. But what if he was wrong? What if there was a child somewhere out in this wide world who lost their mother just like he did? Another orphan. Another child grieving, and can’t do anything about it, because they don’t know how. Another child just like him.
 Oliver was reminded suddenly of the broken-hearted people he had met and helped. It was like losing a loved one, wasn’t it? He remembered how terribly despondent Rashaad had been, staring at a broken-hearted Esther with naked despair. At least, Oliver was able to bring her back for him. And he would bring his mother back, and Alicia too, and if his soulmate was out there, suffering like they had, maybe by helping himself, and even if not, he would surely help him too.
Oliver drifted off to sleep at last, peaceful and assured once more, wondering if he’d meet his soulmate soon.
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eucalyptus-gl0bulus · 9 months
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thank you redbubble
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nenukoone · 4 months
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pondering their orbs
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chisterymus · 1 year
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He looks so goofy with his hood up, I love it.
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ninokuni-dumbassery · 9 months
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Swaine: We need to get through this door. Marcassin, give me your credit card.
Marcassin: Here.
Swaine, pocketing it: Thanks. Gunther, kick down the door.
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