#i seperated the colors like the wings and body and arm and stuff so that i didnt have to erase as much

[batmecha]

idling

[addercharmer]

The mall was oddly empty for a Friday afternoon, Izumi was stupidly glad. 

Making her way to the center fountain, Izumi keeps her eyes searching for one of her friends' hair colors. 

Sky blue was the first she saw already standing by the fountain. Kayama had walked up to the blue haired boy at the same time as Izumi did. 

"Hiya!" She chirped once she was within hearing range. 

"Hey, thanks for the help. I have no idea what to get a six year old boy." Izumi greets and thanks them again. 

"Six?" Shirakumo asks, he looks deep in thought. 

"Un, six. He has wings so I figure he needs a full sized bed at least, and if he has any bird-like instincts a lot of blankets." Izumi explains a little more. 

"Yo, yo, yo." Yamada announces his arrival in his new favorite fashion, Izumi is just waiting for him to start calling everyone 'listeners'. 

Aizawa is right behind Yamada, his eyes zero in on Izumi's empty hands. "I thought I said bring coffee." He grumbles. 

"I figured you would want fresh hot coffee, we can get that first." Izumi plasates her hands raised in a sign of surrender. 

The glare she gets in return would have made her shrink in on herself if not for the uptick of the corner of Aizawa's mouth. 

With a sigh Izumi looks around quickly and starts making her was to the coffee house she sees just to the left of where they are. 

"So coffee, then a furniture store, a home store for the blankets and pillows, then maybe a toy store?" Izumi asks her friends. 

"No clothes?" Kayama asks. 

"I've never seen him so I will have to go out for those tomorrow, maybe you could come again?" Izumi half asks. "I have terrible fashion sense, like most of my clothes are bought by dad." She admits. 

Behind her Izumi can hear Shirakumo and Aizawa snort. 

"You aren't much better." Yamada tells the pair as he passes them to walk next to Izumi. 

"I can help tomorrow." He tells her as they cross into the coffee house. 

Izumi is the first to the counter, she orders herself a caramel frozen coffee and indicates to the barista that she was paying for the rest of the group. 

Drinks in hand the five teens make there way to a furniture store that advertised that they specialized in physical mutation needs. 

Izumi was a little awed at what she saw, there were nests, and wet beds, and beds made extra sturdy. 

She automatically made her way over to the beds that looked like giant shallow bowls. It took a few moments for a salesperson to make their way over. 

"Can I help you?" A woman who had large horns that curled at the side of her head much like a mountain goats' asked. 

"My dad is adopting a boy with wings. We need a bed." She tells the salesperson bluntly. "I just want to see what each mattress is made of before I choose." 

Izumi steps away from the woman and reaches for the information card of the first bowl like bed. She takes time to read the ten options as her friends lay in each of them to judge which feels better. 

It's the first one she had seen that she picked had an inside made of gel and memory foam, it would be best to offer support no matter Hawks preferred sleeping position. 

Aizawa and Kayama both agreed that it was the most comfortable, where Yamada and Shirakumo both argued that the one that was simply weaved fabric was the most comfortable. 

Taking the ordering card she stops by a dark cherry wood bed frame and matching desk, picking up the cards for those as well. Izumi makes her way to the check out. 

"Can I have these rush delivered before seven tonight?" Izumi asks as the three items are being rung up. 

"It will be an extra charge of one hundred dollars." The horned woman tells her. 

"Okay." Izumi agrees, Nezu hadn't given her a limit, he had just said not to go overboard. 

Izumi takes the delivery form and fills it out quickly, she then swipes Nezu's credit card with a pleased hum. 

As she's gathering with the others to leave she spots an ash wood dining table, quickly she grabs the information cards and runs back to the check out. 

The transaction complete without the rush delivery Izumi makes her way out of the store to where the others are waiting. 

"Sorry, we didn't have a dining room at the old house." She tells them. 

"Old house? Did you move?" Shirakumo asks and Izumi looks at him before she remembers that she hadn't told them yet. 

"Yeah, dad had our stuff moved during the festival. He bought this huge place on Sakura Ave." She shares the news. "Us getting the baby bird was riding on my being a medalist in the festival." 

The three boys' faces suddenly look horror stricken at the revelation, and Kayama looks extremely sad. 

"The commission is evil." Izumi deadpans, before she grabs Kayama's wrist to link their arms at the elbow. 

"So, are we close enough to use first names now that you know I'm getting a little brother?" She asks the group, using their last names asked he feel a little like they are her teachers still. 

"Izumi-chan!" Nemuri and Oboro both shout at the same time. 

"I was already using it, Izumi-chan." Hizashi points out. 

Shōta grumbles under his breath but his cheeks are pink and he nods. 

Izumi bounces as she walks into the home store, she's happy she's got friends. 

Looking around the entrance of the store Izumi spots signs hanging over their heads and pointing to where they should be able to find what they are looking for. 

Arm still linked with Nemuri she starts off towards the bedroom designated area. 

"I think we should split up." She suggests. "Nemuri and Oboro, would you guys look for some pillows, I think maybe two regular sized, one body sized, and maybe four smaller ones in fun shapes?" 

The two of them link their own arms and skip off towards where the pillows are. "Don't forget to grab sheets and pillow cases." Izumi shouts after them. 

Feeling bold, Izumi links arms with both Hizashi and Shōta Izumi all but drags them over to the blankets. 

The three of them spend half an hour testing each blanket for softness, and weight. By the end they had seven blankets picked out, two were weighted blankets that weren't supposed to hold heat but still give the needed weight, Izumi had selected one for herself as well. The other five blankets were a variety Of different fluffiness and thickness, Izumi's favorite was a pastel green that was the second softest thing she had ever held. 

Nemuri and Oboro still hadn't found them so Izumi was quick to text and ask where they were. 

The group of three found the two sitting in the middle of an isle debating the best fabrics for the sheets, Izumi laughed at them as Shōta joined in arguing for and against them both. 

Looking at what they had pulled off the shelves Izumi grabbed two that were a high thread count, one black and one gray, then she picked up a jersey knit set in a sky blue. 

Holding the packages tight to her chest she picked up one of the small pillows on the ground and tossed it at Shōta hitting him in the chest with a thump. 

"Come on guys, toy store next, you can each pick out two things for him." She tells them, trying not to feel like a parent negotiating with children. 

With Hizashi carrying one weighted blanket and five fluffy ones, Shōta carrying her weighted blanket and the body pillow, it left Nemuri and Oboro to gather up the six smaller pillows makes for a comical sight as they make their way to the registers. 

Choosing to buy reusable fabric bags for the purchase, Izumi let's the boys in their group carry everything to the last stop of the day, once there they grab two carts to give everyone free hands, and a place to put their choices. 

Each broke off in seperate directions at first, but then all of the gravitated to the area that held the stuffed animals. 

Izumi herself had chosen a pack of puzzles that would hopefully be fun but challenge Hawks mind before she went and selected a green bunny that's fur was surprisingly close to her hair, and a white bear that looked the closest she could find to Nezu. 

The others had all grabbed games that could be played with others, but the stuffed animal choices were what had Izumi grinning. Shōta had chosen a black cat, Nemuri had chosen a classic brown otter, Oboro and chosen a purple octopus, and Hizashi had chosen a bright eye searing yellow bird. 

After paying Izumi checked the time, it was only five-thirty.

Looking back at her friend she quickly asked. "Wanna come over for dinner? Maybe help me build the bed?"

Four agreements later of different levels of energy had Izumi grabbing three of the six bags of toys, leaving the others to sort the rest out themselves until they got outside and called a taxi. She made her way to the entrance of the mall that she had originally come from. 

Against Izumi's usual luck there is a taxi large enough for all of them already sitting curb side, knocking on the window with her free hand she catches the driver's attention. They open the back of the van once they catch sight of Izumi and unlocks the doors as the others load up the back.

"Thank you, we are going to seven-two-eight Sakura Ave South." Izumi says as she climbs into the front seat. 

The four teens in the back are all arguing loudly with each other on what they should order for dinner, Izumi figures that in the end they will order pizza. 

"Damn." Oboro says as they pull up to the house. 

Silently Izumi agrees, outwardly she says. "It's big because we have some people that are going to need a new place to live soon." 

Unloading everything from the back of the taxi goes just about as well as loading did, each of the boys fighting over who would take the heaviest things, Izumi just rolled her eyes as she paid the driver. 

Izumi is the first to make it to the door and opens it only to stop and carefully listen for any noise that would let her know if someone is home. 

It's all quiet, and Izumi is pretty happy that she still has a little time, she knows that the commission is in Tokyo, and it's about an hour and a half drive from UA where Nezu had to stop to get his specially designed car. 

That alone meant three hours of travel time, and Izumi thought that the commission was going to drag their feet as long as they possibly could. She would need to order enough food for Nezu and 'Keigo'. 

All four teens finally in the house Izumi led them to the second level and into the empty room. 

Earlier when she had noted the dimensions of the room she hadn't paid attention to the wall or carpet color, but she was happy to see that the carpet was a dark chocolate brown, and that three of the four walls were such a light brown they almost looked cream, the fourth wall was a dark green that without a light on Izumi guess it would look black. 

They all piled the bags in one corner of the room to keep it mostly out of the way to get the furniture set up. 

Half way down the stairs Izumi felt like hitting herself. 

"We forgot a desk chair and curtains." She said and brought her hand to slap her forehead. 

"Shit." Nemuri said and pouted. 

"Get them tomorrow." Shōta told her as he pinched his nose. "You promised food."

Getting everyone situated in the living room took some shuffling, Izumi had asked the boys to move the couches into Nezu's prefered position of ninety degrees of each other with the one that looked more used facing the window. Izumi then pushed the coffee table parallel to the window as well. 

"Sorry no T.V but we do have my laptop and a project." She told them preemptively, ash she dug around in the box labeled electronics. 

Making a squeak of triumph when she pulled out the box that they always kept the projector and all its cables in. 

She drops it carefully on the coffee table and then runs up the stairs again to grab her laptop out of the same lockbox that her phone was in. 

Back in the living room again she hears the same argument from in the taxi about food, with a sigh of resignation she sits herself infront of the coffee table, situates her laptop on its serface and opens it up to load. 

Once the password window opens she has Nemuri looking over her shoulder, she's greatful that it's a current hero's quirk that she needs to match the name with and not the name of someone from her original hero class. 

"What's that?" The other girl asks.

"Oh, dad had me write my own password program, it shows a picture related to a hero's quirk and then I have to put in the hero name for the password." Izumi explains simply. 

"Huh, can you do that on anything?" Shōta asks from where he is now leaning over Nemuri to see better.

"Yea, I have something similar to it on my phone, that one makes me put in the date and time according to the twenty-four hour clock." Izumi explains and shows them what she means. 

All of them look interested in the program on her phone and if they ask Izumi is willing to put the program on their devices. 

"Anyway, food. I want to make sure we have enough for dad and the baby bird. Dad likes cheese pizza when we order out, and I think the profile I saw said that Keigo likes fried chicken." Izumi says as she pulls up the webpage for Nezu's prefered pizza place. 

"Oh, I'll eat cheese pizza!" Nemuri says with a happy smile on her lips. 

"Pepperoni." Is Shōta input. 

"Cheese!" Hizashi almost slips into his quirk but Shōta quickly looks at the blond with his own active. 

"Pepperoni." Oboro yells, throwing his hands in the air. 

"So two large cheese, two large pepperoni, and sixty boneless wings sauce on the side." Izumi says as she clicks on their chosen meals adding sauces all in the mild range. "It will be here soon." 

"So what movie are we watching?" Hizashi asks the group. 

"Prequirk or post quirk?" Izumi asks them, she personally preferred prequirk, especially when it came to thrillers or animated movies. 

"Prequirk." Shōta demands when the others are silent. Izumi grins at the boy, she's going to put on a thriller. 

"Kiss the girls, it is!" She announces not giving them any choice. 

A few clicks later she has the movie ready to play, and she's connecting the projector and linking it up against the wall kiddy corner to the window. 

Looking over her shoulder she then skips over to the window to cover the half closest to the wall. 

Getting back to where she was originally sitting, Izumi started the movie. 

"You want to know all about me don't you?"  

The voice of a male actor filled the room. 

It didn't take long for the four others in the room to lose themselves in the movie, all of them silent.

It was eight when the others left, giving themselves enough time to reach their own homes before it was dark. 

And it was around nine when Nezu and Keigo got to the house, the bed and desk had been delivered and assembled by the delivery team at six-thirty leaving the small group of teens with nothing to assemble. 

"Izumi, we're home." Nezu calls as he opens the door. 

"Welcome home!" Izumi calls back from the living room where she is working on unpacking all their books after she did her best to set up Keigo's room, even using one of her own sheets as a makeshift curtain. 

When Nezu makes his way into the room he is trailed by the most adorable little boy she had ever seen. 

"Keigo, this is Izumi." Nezu says gently. 

Izumi dropped to her knees to be at eye level. "Hi Keigo, it's nice to meet you." She says slowly and carefully. 

"H-hi." The little blond whispers, she sounds scared but oh so hopeful. 

Izumi opens her arms slowly and carefully before asking. "Can I ha:?" 

Keigo doesn't wait for her to finish the question before he throws himself in her arms. Izumi rubs one hand in slow circles on his lower back as her other cards through his hair. 

"Welcome home Keigo." Izumi says again just to make the boy understand in some way that this is his home now. 

Keigo refuses to let go of her even as he eats the chicken she had ordered for him, his eyes light up with pure glee on the first bite and he inhales the rest one handed, the other tangled in Izumi's shirt with a healthy helping of hair as well. 

Izumi smiles at the boy as he falls asleep, she's careful when she lifts him and carries him up the stairs. The only problem was that he had a death grip on her shirt and hair, no matter how she tried he wouldn't let go. 

With a sigh Izumi gave up and picked the winged little boy back up and took him to her room. It was an awkward ten minutes as she balanced Keigo in one arm and wiggled out of her jeans and then into a pair of pajama pants. 

Izumi felt another flash or rage at the commission at the same time she was also grateful, the only clothes that Keigo had arrived with was two sets of child sized white scrubs. They would be comfortable to sleep in but they were not something she would ever put a child in daily.

With more careful maneuvering Izumi crawled into bed and the shifted Keigo so he was laying with his chest diagonally across her own, his wings spread out making a blanket of their own for Izumi, even as she pulled one over his back as well. 

"Sleep well my rosefinch." She whispered into the mess of blond fluff that was Keigo's hair. 

[roses-and-oceans]

Once Upon a Dream ~ (Chpt. 2)

A/N: Hi hello, i’m so glad to hear positive things about this fic!! this has been my baby for months and  love the way yall are taking in my words. Srry i havent been active, ive beeen depressed and sick and even more sick now.

If yall like my stuff and you wanna support me in a vry nice way, pls go over to my kofi and I can do very nice things 4 u 2!!! Any amount would help tremendously w bills, meds and gas!! srry fro the plug but ill make a seperate post.

Thanks very much, hope you enjoy!!!

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Feathers tickled your nose as your eyes opened to a room of mirrors filled with golden moths flitting about. Vines and big blooms that look like trumpets hung about and drooped around a chandelier. As you stood up, the feathers became a trailing, long skirt. The puffiness  and shape reminded you of  the beautiful waterfowl you'd seen some mornings at a pond nearby your home. A dark, blood red sash was tied at your waist, around your neck and down your back.

As you moved to examine yourself on the mirrored walls between the heavy vines of gilded ivy and, the moths started to fly off the surface of the walls and surround you. You flinched at their movement but as they started to settle back down again, you began to make your way to the door. The insects followed you and began to feast on the golden trumpet flowers.

Some of the moths settled on your shoulders delicately and as their wings fluttered, they dusted you with light gold scales. The door swung open and the creatures erupted into flight, allowing you to leave the room with their gold blessings. You made your way down the halls, following the golden cracks in the marble floors. The tower was as cold as ever and it took all you could to not jump anytime the feathers on your dress fluttered.

The door at the top of the tower was already open. There were a few panes of colored glass broken on the floor. You ran inside.

The petals from the flowers all over the room were plucked from blooms and stems were broken. The pillows on the sheets were ripped and for the first time, you were scared.

This room was no longer safe, this room was tainted.

Where was the Prince? Was he safe?

Thundering steps echoed in the tower and you were rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

Your prince came past the doorway, his hair flying everywhere. Despite being breathless, he still smiled when he saw you. The glass crunched underneath his scuffed shoes.

“You're alright,” he rasped. His eyes were shining, like magic. He took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.

“You're safe.” He rested his forehead against yours. You took him by the wrists. You tried to speak, but your voice became bubbled in your throat. You've never spoken in your dreams.

He noticed your struggle and said, “It's okay, I'm okay. I thought something happened to you...”

There was a loud crash below and your eyes went to the door. He gripped you a bit tighter to catch your attention and he murmured, “I have to send you back early tonight. It's not safe here. Not anymore.”

You shook your head, taking in deep gulps of air. You wanted to plead with him to let you stay, to help him overcome whatever was destroying his home your safe place.

“No, I can't let you stay! Its too dangerous! Only I can fight this. I brought this upon myself..”

There was another crash. He looked back to the door and back at you. He kissed your forehead again.

“I'm so sorry.”

You were so confused. He took a deep breath, “I was fooling myself. I was only delaying the inevitable and my selfish actions dragged you into this fight.”

Fight?

“I wanted to live happily. I have lived through the darkest days and now that I found you-.”

The glass door exploded and he shielded you from the rainbow burst.

“I'm sorry.”

He shoved you to the bed.

You fell back and though you thought you were going to hit the bed, you kept falling. The air was whooshing around you and you felt yourself getting sick. You screamed. Everything was so dark.

You woke up in your own bed, the feeling of dropping still fresh. You gulped down air, pushed a hand against the fluttering of your heart.

What in the hell was that?

You looked outside your window; there was a blue haze in the morning air as it drizzled with rain.

And thus began your four days without sleep.

~

The rain didn't stop by the time you had set out to the bakery. There was a small pounding at the back of your head, your shoulders sagged and your eyes could not get used to the dim morning glow despite your best to.

As you came into the shop, Prompto smiled at you. His usual 1000 bolt smile was unusually dim.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you this morning?”

After greeting him as best as you could, you went tot he back to greet Gladiolus and Ignis. You stood at the doorway, taking a moment to watch Ignis work while Gladiolus was finishing up brushing glaze on finished pastries. Ignis was so hyper focused on setting everything up for the day; he was mixing a bowl of batter and had set one aside, “Gladio. Could you please set out three muffin pans? Also, set out three pie tins. Please grease and flour the tins and have Y/N and Prompto set the paper cups and get the third oven to heat up.”

“You got it, Iggy,” Gladiolus put down the glaze and began preparing the trays.

“Thank you.”

You stepped further into the kitchen and the floor creaking underneath you announced your presence to the men. Gladiolus looked you over, “Good morning. Rough night?”

You nodded, “Couldn't really sleep.”

Ignis suddenly appeared at your side with a mug, “Nor could I. Thunderstorms are quite a nuisance at times. Lucky for you, I'm quite well stocked on coffee.”

He motioned for you to take the mug. The earthy taste of the coffee warmed your bones and sent a buzz through you. Ignis even added a bit of milk and sugar to your liking.

“Hope it wasn't too bitter.”

“No, its perfect.”

Prompto was quiet the rest of the work day. He was usually so talkative, so full of jokes and quips. When he was sent out for a delivery task, you turned to the to the others, “Do you know what's wrong with Prompto?”

Ignis took a deep breath and said, “As you know, we come from the old Kingdom. The anniversary of its fall and the death of our many loved ones is approaching fast. Though it has been ten years, it has not gotten easier.

You nodded somberly, “I'm so very sorry about your home...”

Gladiolus shook his head, “No apologies needed.”

You all had gotten back to work. Something still felt off. You decided to talk to Prompto when he came back from his delivery.

There was still no sight of him at lunchtime. You were beginning to worry about him as the time went on and the rain fell harder. You weren't able to go down to the meadow as per usual so after you had eaten your fill, you stood at the back doorway and watched the rain fall. You shivered as the rain air went right through you. Though you loved the rain, you couldn't really enjoy it. You heard heavy footsteps behind you.

“Gil for your thoughts?” Gladiolus' rough voice came from behind you.

You sighed deeply, “Not really thinking, more tired than anything.”

You really were. The ache in your head had not gone away and you felt everything in your body. You were aware of all the aches and the pull of skin and muscles. You hated it.

Gladiolus leaned against the doorjamb, “I noticed that. Usually, your head is up in the clouds, but you're actually present today.”

You smiled, “Don't get used to it.”

That made Gladiolus laugh. You heard the rumble in his chest. It was almost comforting.

“Don't you worry about Prompto. It's always hard for him this time of the year.”

Thunder rumbled above you as you glanced at Gladiolus. He took a deep breath and went back to the warm bakery, to help Ignis. You stayed there for a few moments longer, trying to collect the pieces of peaces around you to glue into your head to help the ache.

Prompto came back soaked like a dog. You helped him dry off his hair and warmed him up with tea as the lunch hour was beginning to  end. He ended up staying in the kitchen the entire time, enjoying the warmth of the ovens. Ignis served him his bowl of stew and Prompto looked at you with puppy dog eyes that made you chuckle to yourself. Even Gladiolus laughed when Prompto sneezed loudly enough to scare Ignis. It startled you, too, and Ignis was smiling, shaking his head from the flour that had puffed up from the jump.

Right as you finished your tasks for the day, a loud thunderclap roared over the bakery. It scared you out of your wits; you screamed and you knocked over the muffin pans you washed. The boys looked at you, Gladiolus coming over, “You alright?

You took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter. The lack of sleep and the unavoidable crash from the coffee had your body feeling wiry and shaky. It would not be wise to be outside.

“I'm alright,” You said as you yawned, “Tired 'is all.”

“That storm outside looks pretty nasty,” Gladiolus warned. You could feel it emanating off him; he didn't want you to go outside.

“I'll be-”

There was a sound ringing in your head. Everything went dark.

But you could hear someone singing. They had a rich voice. Their velvet-smooth crooning drew you in.

Whatever it was, whatever they were, it engulfed you in warmth. Comforting, warm like a body to lay with, nuzzling you closer. You could smell roses. Roses, but amplified. Roses, sea-salt, blood, skin, hair. All the smells came together and the body wrapped its arms around you. You looked up and you met golden eyes, maroon hair. The sharpest smile you've seen. He was beautiful. He sang a song, promising you a sunrise, promising if he failed, he'd die to make the sun come up.

“Y/N!”

You woke up and you were on the floor. Prompto was lifting your legs and Ignis held your head.

Oh, Gods above, your head. It was pounding, thundering like the sky outside. Next thing you knew, you were being carried by Gladiolus, up the stairs, to the boys' living space. He set you down on a red couch and Ignis wrapped a blanket around you. Already, your eye lids were heavy.

The boys began to prepare to go to bed in the low light. Ignis and Gladio stayed up a little later, talking in low voices. And then it was quiet.

You burrowed yourself in the blanket deeper. Suddenly, it was as if everyone had gone and you were alone, waiting. It felt silly to feel like that but it didn't change how you felt. You missed the warmth of your friend, the Prince. You hoped he was okay... And then the echoes of someone singing startled you.

That night was full of tossing and turning. Over and over again you heard the echoes of the honey voiced, wine-haired man singing to you. You couldn't understand the words but it still lulled you into a relaxed state. 

Tagging: 

@fortheloveofeos @gladiolus-mamacitia @angelic-guardienne@leeyahlee-nai @inconsistencys @furubatsu @hextme@zimmer2d@ladychocoberry @mandakatt @casxia

[alcyone2305]

The Kingsglaive + Their Appearance (Spoilers?)

And here I am once more, trying to pick apart the armor the Glaives have available to them. I’ll be honest: I always thought they have two outfits, the black coat one with black boots and their battle uniforms.

But since I took my time to find every little bit of clothing, I’m wiser than before. Read More if you want to!

We’ll kick it off with the shirts they wear beneath their typical black coats:

I’d consider this one to be the most basic one as we’ve seen numerous Glaives wearing this plain shirt with a sword pattern on its front part.Most of the time the Glaives are wearing their coat over the shirt so we only get to see small bits of the sword. It’s obvious the sword is a reoccuring symbol on the clothes. The most prominent sword would be either on the back of the black coat or on bits of the armor.

Anyway, we also get to see this type of shirt:

I’m still unsure. Is Luche’s shirt part of his outfit or not? Because it’s of the similar color and fabric. There’s also a pattern reaching all across his chest down to the hem. But I’ll settle with “Not part of the uniform” as the wing pattern on the side sticks out too much and tends to be covered by the coat anyway.

The female uniform is more.. delicate. I mean the whole construction with the red crystal makes it seem like it. There’s not really much I can say though except for the male and female uniforms are different. We never get to see a female Glaive sliding into a Niflheim soldier’s DMs and fuckin’ shit up, so I don’t know whether Crowe’s outfit is a mage or female specific outfit.

Side note (and a spoiler for FFXV!): It’s possible for Ignis, Gladiolus and Prompto to wear the uniform of the Kingsglaive, with and without the coat! This is where we get to see another piece of clothing, a vest. Its sword pattern spreads over the entire front of the shirt and doesn’t just go down to the hem. It doesn’t have sleeves. We know that because Prompto only wears the vest and no shirt in game.

EDIT: Would you look at Nyx though in the following picture:

Nyx is indeed wearing the vest the Chocobros are wearing in game. So there are different pieces for the upper body and Luche’s might be just a variation. Maybe he was on a different duty that day? (Thanks to @honeyflavour-blog for telling me it’s not a shirt, but a vest!)

To back it up, have a look at this concept art inspecting every layer of clothing of Nyx further (and backing up my claims):

Carrying on!

Of course it’s the uniform we most likely see them wearing when we mention the Kingsglaive. (I think I won’t lose too many words about this part.) I’m wondering: Are they wearing another long sleeved shirt beneath the heavy coat? Because I’d say the sleeves of the coat are pretty short, covering only half of the upper arms. Or is this bit connected to what I’d consider to be the second shirt? It seems just (or almost) as thick as the coat itself.

The boots, mhmmmmmm, good stuff!!! The sound of those boots being put on and the buckles being closed.. Yas, yaaaaas. If you inspect the shoes, you’ll also notice a small metal plate protecting the heel of each boot. Extra protection maybe? I like to imagine it gives them more support and more strength to run/kick stuff in certain situations.

The female boots though.. They must be pretty uncomfortable to wear. I mean, just look at them!

Reaching all the way up to the thighs. Wouldn’t that restrict your movements? Who cares, it looks damn fine. If we further look into the concept art of Kingsglaive we get this “full set up” of the female Glaives:

The first thing I can think of is ASSASSIN! And what a pity we never realy get to see Crowe kick some ass. This outfit makes her look even more badass, if not intimidating.

I’d consider the pants to be.. less interesting so let’s move to the gloves!

Whenever you see pitchblack gloves like the following one, it tends to be (or even always is) just a minor character.

Why am I saying this? Because Tredd and Luche for example do not wear those thick gloves. Instead they wear those: (brown - Tredd, black - Luche)

I guess our main characters are too cool for school, idk.

I won’t try to justify their usefullness in battle and instead only claim “Hey, they’re different from the rest because they’re much more important than other Glaives”. Of course Nyx also has different gloves.

And Libertus’ gloves could probably knock out anyone since there are even small metal (glass? I don’t know) attachments.

Let’s get to the more juicy stuff: Their battle armor they select for missions. This is where I was genuinely surprised. I won’t argue about the practicality of the pieces we’ll inspect. In fact I’d consider most of them.. impractical. Oh well.

Notice how the usual uniform doesn’t have Bahamut’s symbol like we can see here. It’s clearly a seperate piece and being worn on top of the coat. (I’ve actually gone back and checked which uniforms have such a symbol on them. As long as I’m not entirely mistaken, the movie can’t settle with a clear option anyway. Some uniforms have this symbol, some don’t.) 

This is also where the hood they wear on missions comes from. It’s a seperate piece they choose to wear.

The metal visor thing and the bandana covering their mouth are attached to the hood and guarantees protection from dust. Furthermore they also cover up their faces which might confuse enemies. If Tredd didn’t get rid of his hood, we wouldn’t have got to see he was one of the betrayers. And today’s lesson we learned is: If you want to remain unnseen, make use of masks and similar objects and doN’T REMOVE THEM. It’s always wiser to just keep yourself covered up. Anyway, I’m getting carried away.

Instead I’d like to pinpoint a similarity: For some reason I’m reminded of Bahamut when the Glaives are wearing their masks. Only Bahamut’s eyes are visible, the rest is entirely covered. Just like when the Kingsglaive is out on a mission. Coincidence? I don’t think so since Bahamut seems to be damn important entity. Maybe the Glaives are supposed to be Bahamut’s swords..? I don’t know where I’m going with this.

Let’s get to the armor in particular.

The metal plate with Bahamut’s symbol is probably the most recognizable as we’ve seen it almost everywhere and anywhere. It typically covers a part of the chest. If I’m not entirely mistaken, we’ve seen Glaives wear them on both sides.

And then there are three bits of shoulder protection. The first one is the one we see in the picture above. Its pattern is similar to a wing (Bahamut’s wing?)

Just noticed Mr. Unknown up there makes it clear they are indeed just wearing their usual uniform and just pile everything else up on top on it... C’mon, that should get uncomfortable at some point! Aren’t they supposed to be quick and deadly? Whatever.

Luche is wearing the wing as well. And Axis went for the second kind of shoulder protection we get to see. Sonitus should be wearing it as well. And Tredd doesn’t need to be wearing a fuckin’ hood, okay.

Nyx has the third and last one and probably the most useless one.

Thin metal pads. I have nothing else to say. If someone understand the structure of the Kingsglaive outfit, please enlighten me.

@laciewhy came up with an interesting idea when it comes to the protection, though it sadly doesn’t seem to fit for every single Glaive: Maybe the different parts indicate the Glaive’s preferred fighting style. Heavy, thick armor implies brute force and heavy impact while the lighter parts are worn by people who move fast like assassins and don’t want to decrease the speed they move forward.

I sadly can’t get solid screenshots of the reoccuring daggers wielded by the rather unimportant members. The one we see in the picture above is rather.. untypical. But then there are people like Nyx and Luche with different daggers.

LIES, ALL LIES! Of course you can get good pictures of their daggers. Would you look at that:

The typical daggers have a slightly curved shape. I guess it makes it easy to ram the blade into either the enemy or an object. 

This is the one Luche is using and it’s even more curved than the one before. (Sadly hard to see.) And then there’s Libertus with something more of an axe/butcher knife than a dagger, holy shit. I never noticed that before!

Since @the-galahdian-warrior wanted to have Drautos’ outfit as well, let’s go for Daddy Drautos, no? 

His first appearance in the movie. (I’ll directly assume the producers/animators/whoever forgot to add Drautos’ medals to his chest but I’ll get back to those later.)

Whenever I look at a shot of Drautos’ whole body, I get this sense of sheer authority and force. You really don’t want to mess with this guy. It’s obvious he’s part of the Kingsglaive. Just look at the back of his coat (Bahamut’s sword) and at his chest (similar to the Glaive’s shirt with Bahamut’s sword). But overall it’s vastly different. First of all, his color (of course), but also the collar is more impressive. But the outfit is also asymmetrical. A cape which actually consists of two layers over his left shoulder, but not his right. Chains on his right side, but not his left. You see him and you just know this guy means business.

I don’t know about the quality but of course there’s also a concept art of his outfit. Definetely check it out! There’s one last thing I want to inspect though: His medals and his sword.

While the Glaives stick to daggers and similar, short weapons, Daddy D has a real sword, distinguishing himself further from the members. Now the medals.. If I’m not mistaken, he wears each medal twice. So let’s cross fingers and try to find a medal similar to his. Since the production team of FFXV has stated they directed the game towards the Western audience I think it’s fine to check Army Medals and Ribbons.

I’ll simply let good, old wiki speak: “The medal was created in the aftermath of the Second World War to recognize those who had performed occupation service in either Germany, Italy, Austria, or Japan. [...] The Navy and Marine equivalent of the Army of Occupation Medal is the Navy Occupation Service Medal.”

“The NATO Medal is an international military decoration which is awarded to various militaries of the world under the authority of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization (NATO).”

“The Commendation Medal is a mid-level United States military decoration which is presented for sustained acts of heroism or meritorious service.”

Listen, I’m not saying that’s what Drautos’ medals represent, but it’s either thought through or a fitting coincidence. The pendants beneath the ribbons seem to be a Lucian/Insomnian inspired medal referring to the shape of Insomnia’s walls.

EDIT: Thank you so so much for all the active support! Because of you guys, this post grew even further and even more beyond of what I had in mind.

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very intense dream about being in an olser hs, some giant wasp wandering around during assembly, two schools in one, wasp gave me honey at first then when interacting with someone from another school they had their stinger and. cut my arm with it, around the cut it flared up and colored tge cut and surrounding veins deep red, during third time wasp came through i was talking with someone and we found that the would could be rubbed off to show a tattoo... along thr cut was a long?? device? surrounded by a ladyor man that had their mouth open around the stick device thing like a fancy Medusa biker tattoo, at this point i knew giant wasp was dangerous, i watched them go around assembly hall thing, not normal auditorium but hallway type deal with wings of rooms for teachers to sit in, the teacher i talked with couldve been my phl teacher, the girl who gave me stinger was a kind bitch from hs with the good but grating kind of bitch voice. the wasp circled for the third time and i saw the stinger again, and attacking soon after. before this the second time the wasp came around and offered me, or i dared to touch it, some sticky non sticky honey? slime? off its stinger. but this third time they attacked a random person and i ran away and the school was put on lockdown. i ran fast fearing what my tattoo and the wasp meant, through the gym where i got the unattached stinger drug under my skin ti where it at first looked like a big scrape, past that girl that gave it to me, doors were closing fast bc fancy lockdown procedure. two girls from my college course hid ina closet, which i couldnt fit in, so i ran down a hallway where i saw the deep dull brown grey of doors locking and men in almost bug exterminator outfits coming down the halls. i ran into a room, with a guy lounging in a spa tub that took up 70% of the room, him greeting me happily and gayly, and suds amd bubbles covering part of the floor. i came in, and was like holy shiy we need to hide. the room was dimly lit with rainbow lights and the door handle was that same brown grey tinted red. i held the door closed trying to figure out the lock and fucking couldny i blamed the school being old. the guy didnt really care but the men opened the door and had guns. the guy bowed his head, my whole brain n body went quiet and i bowed my head expecting death via gunshot. i was shot, with something in the forehead, but not harshly but i did go to sleep pass out.

next thing i know im in a line leading up to an elementary school or part of the bigger school holdong onto my tattoo listening tk people kinda sad but entirely not worried or in despair. big... figures.. corralled us and surrounded our line, some guy was talking about ranks of caregivers in this like bug race that had us, and through my tattoo i was noted as a...? witch? druid? some significant caretaker of brood, but not as high as some highmaster headmaster guy they started talking about soon after. i was shown a book of one of the big, surely bug guy shrouded with an abviously fucked up back like the skeksis whatever, the book was a hardcover with the loud plastic coating shell, and that was close to a door. i was led into. the bugs were hoarders and stuff was piled so. that we only had one way to walk, until a sign where the plastic protecter made it hard to read said one (single) this way with an arrow indicating the left to eat, and the right side of the sign with the number 8 and (many) with th arrow to the right. i took the single side, got a fork, and meandered to. yhe back with the heavy silvery fork, and played with pieces of celtic knotwork bookends, some little wood and lapis lazuli statues, one being a tiny minotaur. after. spacing out this way for a while and hearing people fill in behind me, two rows seperated by the curve where i was and a neck height wall of stuff behind me, also i was aware i was ina skirt or dress at this point. i hear someone yell hero move whirlwind behind me and my arm. is cut and i see this weapon that looks like a small saw with a full handle like its a little pot land besides me, and notice my upperarm, underarm, but still visible is cut deep. seeing the pibk deep. didnt hurt, but bled alot. got a towel and my clothes to wrap it up, or rather hpld against bleeding, and turned arounf and saw an excited but embarrassed teenage tauren? woman who was coming down from a jump looking triumphant but also sorry for those she cut. she didnt hurt the bug person in the corner, the shrouded one. i got her a towel for hrr wound, and then im sure shr was handled. by the bug person, becauae i managed to walk back out where i came from. she had pretty tall white horns.

i guess i was shot anf. carrird back bc next i know im stealing cats off the sidewalk for... some reason to put into a duffle bag suitcase. im stealing giant fucking cats for some reason. on stealing a cat, thr first one, i saw an old man greet a woman at his door eith a pretty brown grey tinted cat, complaining about them being dirty. at some poiny i got an image of a closeup of cat eye washing worms out, and then i somehow realized i was brainwashed through that and the old. man lamenting about his cats being missing. i let the cats out and traveled past the two at the door and bathing cat, wearing off white stained dress that i came to b aware of earlier. it was sunset /immediately after sunset then, as i traveled through the neighborhood it progressed into nighttime. i looked up and a moon pod thing was there in place of a moon. i noted this as thr real one. i traveled many urban roads, fall time, middle class neighborhoods, good roads for barefoot travel, i meet eyes with some kids that surely see me, and shortly after that i kept going. the roads had old lights that didnt ligbt them well, but i could see. i find myself at the entrance of the school, and when coming up to it from the road i notice that its got some damahr to it, like if hit moderately worsr itd be ruin. it was lit in the harsh manner schools are in nighttime, and i walk in to be greeted by a young man, very gayly and excited, like the man knew me. he showed me to the room I hid in and was like see these cards. they were all on the cheap construction paper and i saw them anf was like aww daddy. like in the parental way not nasty way. on the way to that room i got a glimpse of the gym, where a handful of people were redoing the gym from fallen shit from invasion. i went therr next feeling good from the cards, gym people nodded said hey whatevet, and i walked past into the lockerrroom of the gym where i got my tattoo cut and everything. coming back out, i notice something odd about these people, the pink of the lower lid of their eye was slightly puffed and a more vibrant buggy pink. small cuts start forming, one notably ona persons face, and let out a few worm.. things witg a few centipede. legs on them. and the person visibly grins at me in the evil manner. im scared, very scared, so i run back out of the school, and i know their coming to get me. the witch druid whatever. i walk to a pond that had a few meteorites fallen in it, and thus a lot of reptiles were gathered and bathed a bright green with a few burning red meteorites falling at a time, i picked up creatures, and walking on top of their solid bodies, to fend off the bug person shortly behind me, and then through my walking/running the person appears infront of me, reaching fot me and i grab what must've been a velociraptor some sort of raptor, to hold to the person and have him bite it, but it didnt work so well so i rsn and picked up a meteorite piece and ran it along the raptors mouth hoping itd help, but finally close to the school wall i pick up a piece, rub it against my lips, and somehow either thru breath or kiss i kill the bug person chasing me, and after that im greeted by i hope normal people on the porch of the school offering me candy. halloween candy. i was apprehensive bc i dont know if they were bugpeople of not, but i let my gaurd down to chill and eat candy, then i woke up.

at some point i became aware that theyre were two pod moons, one real and one of bug construction. k think the girl eith the old man made me aware of this. other things wefe fake in doubles in the sky as well. girl had dark brown hair, same color of cat being bathed. girl was yellow/white/tan color, old man was wrinkled and very white with white hair and lots of wrinkles.

the pool with meteorites was piled in writhing mass along the edge with reptiles, but the reptiles had surprising mass and hardness when walked on, like stones. the glow was like glow in the dark green.

gay man in tub was the yellow tan light color, dark short hair, oddly contorted body to fit in tub. gay man at counter was blonde with long hair, also yellow tan lightskin white person. first bug person in gym was a middle aged white lady. girl who cut me with stinger was a black girl from hs who was attractive, but out of my league and bitchy. phl teacher is Greek guy with the deeper yellow tan white person skin tone.

very long post. prolly meant to be nice monster dream but signals went wrong