A community event for Final Fantasy XV just happened in Osaka. Some storyboard images were shown and if you look closely you can see characters and ideas that were scrapped or changed, including elements from Final Fantasy Versus XIII. Some of the things pictured are old designs for Gentiana and Luna (who may possibly be Stella Nox Fleuret here). The Niflheim prince, and an unnamed character with silver hair standing next to Noctis can also be seen, unfortunately they never made it into the final game. (source 1 & 2)
Since I’ve been traipsing around a different continent for the past three months, I haven’t even seen the rest of the season and the finale… but let me tell you what happens anyway after last night’s Apparent Clusterfuck:
As Dean Winchester stands next to his prone angel, morbidly fascinated by the ash wings burned into the ground around his feet, he feels completely and utterly numb. He’s only had the presence of mind not to step on them, an easy thing given the fact that they’re so bare of feathers.
Carefully, and still without thinking, the hunter lowers himself to his knees, brow furrowed and lip trembling as he attempts to process what is clearly right before him.
Castiel is dead.
Still, Dean can’t help extending a shaking hand. His fingers gently trace the curve of Cas’s cheekbone in a way he never would have allowed himself if the other was still breathing, and despite the fact that his mouth feels like sandpaper and he can feel Castiel’s skin turning cold he asks the question anyway:
Dean can feel Sam staring holes through his back, but that’s the extent of any response to his query.
“Cas, wake up.”
His voice is a broken croak, but Dean keeps speaking anyway, turning bolder and more desperate with every second that reality sinks in.
“Cas? Castiel, wake up. Wake up, Cas! Cas!”
He’s pawing at his angel now, vision blurring until he has to blink to clear it. He all but throws himself across Castiel’s torso to uselessly slap at his cheeks in an attempt to rouse him.
“You stupid son of a bitch, wake up! Wake up, Castiel! Don’t you dare leave me, don’t…”
Castiel is still motionless when Dean collapses against him. “Don’t go,” the hunter whispers pitifully into his angel’s neck. He squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “Please. I… Cas, I…” His heart is in his throat as he turns his head to press a light kiss behind the other’s ear, moving to put his lips against Castiel’s own for the first and last time. “…I love you, you dumb angel,” he murmurs. “So you gotta wake up. Cas. Cas, I love you, so you hafta…”
When nothing happens, Dean curls himself over his angel and cries.
Sam joins him after a time, crouching to put a hand to his shoulder and blinking back tears himself. Soon, though, they have to go. “Dean. Dean, we have to get out of here.”
“I know. It’ll be okay.”
But when they both turn away from Cas for the first time, God isn’t who they’re expecting to find. In all honesty, they’re not expecting to find anyone… and yet, there he is: Chuck, dressed in a robe and stained pj pants.
“You love my son?” Is all he asks, piercing gaze boring into Dean. Dean takes a step back as if to protect Castiel’s form from his own father, and that apparently is good enough. Chuck nods sagely. “I don’t play favourites, you know,” he says. “I did that once with Lucifer and it didn’t end well… but Castiel is, different. He’s everything I didn’t know I wanted angels to be. He makes mistakes. He learns. And yet every time I bring him back, he ends up risking his life for you.”
Dean holds his breath. Chuck sighs. “I love my son, I would give him the world if I could.” There’s a beat, and Chuck tilts his head to the side. “But we’ve both seen what happens when he has unlimited power. Besides, at the end of the day… I think he really just wants you.”
And then God is gone.
Dean is confused for only a moment before there’s a gasping breath from behind him and a hacking cough, Castiel sitting upright and flushed and so very alive that Dean can do nothing but throw himself to the ground. He tackles Cas in a kiss before the other has time to say a word, pressing him to the floor and putting everything he is into the contact.
When he pulls away, Cas is bright red and smiling with the approximate wattage of the sun. “Dean,” he murmurs, awed. “I’m… I mean, I…”
Dean presses a finger to the other’s plump lips. “I love you,” he says simply.
“i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
he got them Midfielder Thighs™
he fuckin loves soccer movies ok
nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
he is SUPER tall
(he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet.
erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
you know the ones
the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky.
he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.