#galdin quay

[hiddeneosbymrsflowerpot]

Ever wondered what an Oracle Ascension coin looked like? Ardyn throws one at Noctis the first time he visits Galdin Quay and I managed to photograph it with Ansel. On one side there is an image of a woman in profile wearing a cloth head covering, presumably a past Oracle. On the other side are three sylleblossoms tied with a ribbon and the word Tenebrae. The coin looks tiny in Gladio's hand and it has no monetary value, outside of trading with the man in Altissia, but it's very pretty nonetheless. All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd.

[lioma-gaming]

Ardyn: "That cat will surely be as spoiled as our prince." Noctis: "You mean as spoiled as you wish you'd be?" Ardyn: "~Oh, we are all spoiled plenty by your presence alone, your Highness.~" Noctis: "Yea right."

[chippersweetbaby]

[primamchorus]

Galdin Quay

[fluoxetinehcl]

Vacay at the Quay!! 🏖️🌴

Thank you so much @/kinklerdinkler on X for commissioning me~ 💕

[ffxvglitchedup]

Sometimes you catch NPCs in a T pose. Sometimes they act like the furniture doesn't exist.

All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd.

[legendaryglaives]

The best part of Angelgard, the desolate island serving as a prison for the Anti-Christ, is the beach resort located within view.

[chocobrohs]

moments in Galdin Quay

[ninemelodies]

sparkle boy

[krisssssssy]

this. this is my type.

[promptos-photodump]

[hiddeneosbymrsflowerpot]

A picture of your favorite place in game?

A picture of my favourite place in the game? I love all of Eos but my most favourite place has to be Galdin Quay. Golden sands, clear waters, two fishing spots, a fantastic sea food restaurant and views over the water to Angelgard. It's so quiet and peaceful. It looks so beautiful at night with the Mother of Pearl all lit up. What more could you ask for? All images copyright Square Enix Co Ltd.

[chippersweetbaby]

[noctunis]

hi!! could i request ignis with a reader who's super flirty? i just think iggy is so attractive and want to know how you think he'd react to being told that lol

the crickets around you chirped in tune with the inner melody playing in your head, a soft song muttered under your breath and a tap of your fingers left you satisfied while you watched ignis work. his back was facing you; his sleek, dark grey button-up hugging on him while he made another dish. after the day you guys had, he couldn’t help but make some more food per your request— especially since gladio and you had gathered some herbs nearby. observing the man in front of you some more, you stared at him with no shame. after all, it wasn’t everyday that ignis didn’t gel his hair.

the brown color of his hair now parted with an acacia orange as it accentuated even the tiniest strands of hair. pieces of it covered the back of his neck and what you presumed was the front of his face. silently, you prayed for some water to come his way so you’d see more of this side of him. he looked so content, ignis always did when he was cooking.

you couldn’t stop the next words tumbling from your mouth. “have i ever told you how pretty you look with your hair like that?” even through the distant crackling of the camp fire and the chattering of gladio and prompto talking about only astrals know what, your voice cleared its own pathway throughout the faint noises and wiggled its way into ignis’ head, hoping his soon heating cheeks would be covered with an excuse of the fire.

he still faced away from you, hand languidly stirring the pot in which contained a stew from whatever ingredients were able to be gathered in the seas surrounding the galdin quay, provided to you guys by noctis’ skilled fishing. ignis cleared his throat, swallowing thickly before responding, “thank you, although i wouldn’t have thought that ‘pretty’ was the right word to describe a man such as myself.”

getting up to help him clean up, you watched him out of the corner of your eye; his glasses glinting with the warm glow of the nearby fire. you hummed mindlessly, almost dismissing his claim. “nonsense, anybody can be labeled as pretty.” and to that, he chuckled—brushing off his pink ears. “i suppose.”

letting out a giggle, you made ignis’ heart flutter once more. his head turned towards you, an amused smile resting on his face. he admired the way the auburn flames lit up your face as it highlighted your features; he sunk in the way your eyes crinkled when you beamed, along with the way your shoulders shook with your soft laughter. looking back at him, you pointed at his face. you paused a bit, turning your attention back to cleaning the cutting boards and cutlery which had been used by the brute of food known as noctis. always such a messy eater, you recalled. even gladio ate cleaner than noct did.

blinking up at him, you huffed again, “c’mon iggy, you know it. you’re even heating up— at the truth, might i add.”

hearing the familiar nickname laced with your sweet tone of voice fall from your lips made his heart beat a little louder— ( even if he’s heard it plenty of times before from his friends, hearing it from you felt different. almost strange. )

he scoffed amusedly. “it’s quite hot out here if you haven’t noticed.” blaming his pink cheeks on the vennaugh haven you lot had made yourself comfortable in, he brushed off your comments as you rolled your eyes at him with a mumbled, “whatever you say, iggy.”

“don’t start with that now.”

“what? what’d i do this time?” you grinned, tilted your head at him with a tone intertwined with feigned coyness. he sighed, shaking his head. “oh,” you said, dragging out the vowel perhaps longer than you needed to, “you just don’t wanna give into my super charming character. i get it.” putting your hands up in a defensive manner, you pushed more. he groaned, eyes still focused on the pot. “yes, quite the charmer.”

you scoffed dramatically, “why did that sound sarcastic?” he hummed in denial, shaking his head at your silly questions. “admit it,” you said, “you’re just salty i made you blush.”

“you did not.”

“i did, too.”

and before you could keep going on with this foolish game of who’ll crack first, a voice cleared their throat behind you. the two of you turned your heads only to see noctis with a hand on his hip and cocked head. ignis and you exchanged a glance as you both paused your movements. noctis grinned lazily as he teased, “what’re you guys talking about?”

[queenoffishingandcookies]

Thinking on the first shower Noctis took, post-crystal.

He wakes up, and he has to know on some level that quite some time has passed, even before he reaches Galdin Quay. The scratch of facial hair on his chin, the way his hair is longer and tickles his chin now when it shouldn't have, the accumulated grime - dust and dirt and traces of black soot and gray ash on his fatigues - on his skin and clothes from the struggle in Zegnatus Keep and then a decade in stasis.

I'm not sure if the crystal just up and deposited him on Angelgard, because while Noctis was sucked into it in his entirety - we don't know of the divide between his soul/mind, and his actual body, and there's something so grim in thinking about Noctis himself was in the crystal, absorbing centuries of power, while his body is left in Angelgard.

That also, to me, makes more sense as to why Gentiana and Umbra would be there, guarding him, and later - a la Comrades expansion - the surviving Glaives.

Noctis himself wasn't there, but his body was.

Imagine the feel of that. Ten years worth of grime, or nearly.

I say nearly, and maybe it's just my bleeding heart for how Gentiana does care about Luna, and in turn how Luna cares for Noctis, but there's something very tender and bittersweet in the thought of Gentiana - the messenger and Astral in one - trying her best to keep Noctis healthy during that long decade, like sponge bathing to keep the worst off him.

If anyone had direct access to Noct, it would be her.

It wouldn't be the same as a proper bath, or real exercise, but it would be something - keeping of muscular atrophy and maintaining his hygiene as much as possible (as well as whatever crystal fuckery is going on besides Bahamut's revelation, because the amount of issues Noct should have woken up with makes no small list).

Noctis wakes up, and he walks the trail Umbra paves for him, to the shores of Angelgard - and the royal vessel is waiting there for him. Aged, probably worn, but there to bring him back to the mainland. Back to Lucis.

We never see the interior of the Royal Vessel, but there's probably bedrooms - and probably a bathroom. Considering Noctis would probably be more focused on driving the yacht itself, rather than stopping, it'd be unlikely for him to enter the bathroom - but the thought of him looking into a mirror, and looking at himself, so changed from what he remembers being...

It carves the strongest feeling of loss, down to the roots of my heart in my chest because - Noctis is grown. He's fully grown, a man, and yet - not. Ten years were stolen from him, and he wouldn't even know yet. Not until running into Talcott.

There's so much of his father in his face, but his father is dead. His father never got the chance to see Noctis grown up in life, never would have gotten the chance with the strain of the wall and the magic of their bloodline sucking his life away.

His father, who at the end of it all, would be forced to deliver the final blow which severed Noctis from his body once more.

Permanently.

I think it might be even worse, though. For Noctis to first see himself in the mirrors of Talcott's van. In glimpses, but never as a whole, because it's so damn dark and the sun hasn't risen - hasn't pierced the clouds of miasma - for near ten years.

If there was anywhere he'd be able to see his face, it would be at Hammerhead. Hammerhead, where his retinue was waiting - Prompto, and Gladio, and Ignis (who would, just like Regis, be unable to bear witness to Noctis growth).

They're all different, too. Gladio, with longer hair and more scars to count. Prompto, with a goatee a tad longer than Noct's stubble and facing down Daemons with more practice and experience. Iggy, who can't see, but learned to cook and fight again, with more lines on his face and scars on his hands from where others had helped guide weaponry or cookery away from himself before he had adjusted -

Then, Iggy being the exception (except for the visions in Altissia), they are the first people to see his face, besides Umbra, besides Gentiana, Talcott, the Glaives...

There's the feel of water dousing his hair, rolling down his spine and over his body, and it's not hot or cold - but lukewarm. People in and out of Hammerhead now, the power that goes into heating water needed elsewhere. The scent of bland soap, without any real fragrance. Clear water running dark down a drain as he scrubs and scrubs and scrubs - and he gets out, and he gets dressed in attire fit of a king.

A warrior, heading to war. A man, mortal and yet to become not, preparing to make a declaration to the heavens themselves not in words, but his own spilled blood staining the throne once built off of it.

Just. Noctis waking up after the crystal.

Feelings.

[lucianhuntress]

Ardyn x F!Reader: #62 “I’m pleasantly surprised.”

Decided to do some drabbles cause it's summer and just felt like it lol. After all this time I am back with Ardyn! 😲 It's been 84 years since the last time I wrote about him, so enjoy~ Oh, and it's an AU where Ardyn is Noctis' uncle and a prince of Lucis.

A light switch clicks on, revealing a luxurious suite bathed in the colors of the setting sun; the view of orange hues sparkling against the calm ocean opening out of the majestic windows. The prince steps into the room with a thoughtful, yet amused, look on his face as his eyes scan the space. Ardyn Izunia, second in line for the throne of the Kingdom of Lucis, is infamously known for his spontaneous trips to gods-know-where. And your job is to arrange everything.

“I’m pleasantly surprised,” he hums cheerfully, sauntering across the suite. “I partly expected to end up sleeping in more… deplorable conditions.” He turns to face the ocean view outside the window. “Considering how the hotel is fully booked.”

You let out a half-hearted scoff and cross your arms over your chest. Booking a suite for the prince was a challenge you fully accepted. Maybe you did go over budget—not to mention all the groveling you did in the lobby—but you would rather die than reveal that to the man you serve. Fortunately, he isn’t responsible for budgeting and probably isn’t even aware of the total cost of his stay in the finest room at Galdin Quay.

Prince Ardyn turns to you and smirks handsomely, causing you to flinch and clear your throat. At least someone has to stay professional.

“Breakfast will be served in this room at 9 a.m.,” you inform him, shifting into your more serious tone. “Unless your highness prefers to eat later?”

He chuckles softly, and a chill runs down your spine. He may be a prince, but he sometimes has an unsettling aura—like he’s always plotting something mischievous. He’s hard to read and enjoys teasing others. Especially you. You’ve been trying not to let it bother you, but his presence alone is enough to throw you off balance.

“And what about dinner? Will this fine lady be joining me?” he teases, stepping closer. So close that you take a tentative step back.

“I would rather not,” you reply sternly, even as heat begins to scorch your cheeks.

“Not even if I grovel like you did earlier today?” he asks, cupping your chin and lifting your gaze to meet his. His scent clouds your senses, and you exhale sharply. “You were quite the sight, I have to admit.”

“I—I did not grovel,” you deny, though your flushed cheeks betray you.

He pulls away, looking thoroughly amused—like a cat that got the cream.

“My, my,” he hums again, strolling to a comfortable-looking chair. He sits and places his fedora on the side table with a gentle pat. “And here I thought I’d discovered your secret to being so good at everything I dare to demand.”

“So… you’ve been demanding absurdities on purpose?”

A Cheshire smile—so devious, yet strangely charming—curls his lips as he eyes you from across the room.

“Great.” You roll your eyes toward the ceiling. “Good night.” You make your leave, feeling his intense stare on your back.

“Sweet dreams,” he almost purrs as you close the door behind you.