i was waiting for these

I was looking around and apparently people who don’t like Noctis also protesting that he shouldn’t get in Tekken? That he is a jrpg character from high fantasy setting with sword, magic, etc so he don’t fit in..?

..But it’s a franchise where you have not only one but two laser shooting Devils, a bonafide Angel, aztec god, narcoleptic vampire, chainsaw-wielding android schoolgirl, boxing kangaroos, bodyguard bears, and walking trees among many other thing. Adding a mere magical Prince won’t put a dent in mumbo-jumbo that is Tekken universe.

Design wise? He fits among them just fine. 


Actually he look more out of place when placed with some of his FF senpais. Here you have serious looking, fully armored Warrior of Light and equally heavily decorated paladin Cecil. …..And then there is Noctis, looking like he stumbled into a wrong cosplay con.

“Who are they? Why I’m here?”

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Female Awesome Meme [5/10] females in a movie - Valkyrie
“I’ve spent years in a haze, trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink, and to forget, and to die. One day. But I don’t wanna forget. Can’t turn away any more. So if I’m gonna die… well, it may as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.”

*loses Steve in a store*

Dustin: don’t worry I got this guys

Dustin: *uses hand as microphone* “oh Steve’s hair? Yea he uses-”

Steve: u little shit I will disown u right now

“You did WHAT?!”


Mari puffed out her chest, crossing her arms. The scowl of rebellion on her face deepened. “He wanted to!”


“He’s three! Mari, you can’t be taking him out with you! You shouldn’t be going out on your own like this, it’s dangerous.” All of Hiroko’s feathers stood up on end, bristling. The brown of her eyes flickered red with her anger, but Mari just rolled her own.


“He’s fiiiiiine, mom! He’s really good! He made a sailor sing!”


“I don’t c– what, at his age?”


“Uhhh, yeah. And that was last week!”


“Last week– Katsuki Mari, where is your brother?” Hiroko’s voice bore a layer of command, thick enough that her daughter could not avoid answering, no matter how much she resisted.


“Ummm… I-… I left him?” The young siren turned sheepish. “They noticed us, so I told him to run and… flew off.”


Hiroko screeched in response. Grabbing her daughter by the back collar of her robes, Hiroko flew to the mouth of the cove and stopped.


Giggles carried across the water, infectious to the point that even the fish beneath the waves and the birds in the sky wiggled in delight.


In the water at the lip of the beach, a tiny siren splashed with wild enthusiasm. His wings flapped at the water, sending droplets up in a fine mist all around him.


Yuuri floated in the shallows, playing with the contents of a wooden chest nearly as big as himself set before him. Gold threads jiggled around his arms and wrists, and he had a crown far too large lopsided on his head of damp and messy black hair. The gems decorating it glittered in the sun. Yuuri’s face was dominated by the largest grin imaginable.


“Baby bird!” Hiroko dropped in the water beside her son, scooping him and his treasures into her arms. “Wha– where did you get this?!”


“Asked!” Yuuri chirped back, gleeful in his pride. “The sailor!”


Back on the nearby beach, Mari placed a hand on her hip and cocked it. “Told ya, mom!”


“You asked a sailor for it and he gave it to you?” Hiroko asked her boy, who nodded quickly.


“Yep!” Yuuri said and held out a bejeweled bracelet to his mom. “For you, mama!”


Red eyes fading back to gentle and adoring brown, Hiroko accepted the gift.


Yuuri celebrated by throwing his arms and wings up overhead. The crown slipped over his eyes and Yuuri squawked, flapping in panic.