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If Ravus Was a Party Member... (Banter)

Ignis: “We must restock on our supply of curatives.”
Ravus: “Curatives would not be a necessity of someone would cease falling in combat.”
Prompto: “Hey! It’s not my fault the monsters keep chasing me!”
Ravus: “Because they must be after that irresistible charm of yours.”
Prompto: “And what if they are?!”

——

Noctis: “Man, it’s hot… I don’t know how you aren’t cooking alive in your coat, Ravus.”
Ravus: “My burning hatred for people allows me to become resistant to the heat.”
Noctis: “Uh…”
Ravus: “…That was supposed to be a joke.”

——

Gladiolus: “Pretty useful with that blade there, Ravus.”
Ravus: “More useful than you, I fear.”

——

Prompto: “Wow, the lighting here would make for a perfect photo! Let’s get a shot of all of us here!”
Noctis: “Sure. I’m game.”
Ravus: *disgusted noise* “I would much rather not.”
Prompto: “Come on, Ray. Lighten up and smile a bit more, buddy!”
Noctis: “That’d be a scary sight.”
Ravus: “Then I shall make it my point to smile more. Just for you.”

——

Ravus: “Raining once more? Such awful weather…”
Gladiolus: “What? Afraid of a little water?”
Ravus: “Water plus dirt results in mud, Amicitia. Removing stains from my attire is far from something I wish to do.”
Ignis: “Just as I refuse to do as well.”
Prompto: “Shoulda made black your color, buddy.”

—— 

Ravus: “Amicitia! You are the King’s Shield! Act like it!”
Gladiolus: “Kinda hard when there’s a bean-pole in my way!”

——

Ravus: “A decent fight, Caelum. Well done.”
Noctis: “Was that a compliment…?”
Ignis: “I do believe that was.”
Prompto: “Look at that! Making progress!”
Ravus: “…On second thought, I take back what I said.”
Noctis: “No take-backs. I’ll take what I can get from you.”

ffxiv characters as hostile_goose tweets
  • Warrior of Light: im physically incapable of anything but a blank stare
  • Minfilia: getting real tired of occupying a physical form
  • Louisoix: designing larger, more powerful clone of myself to thrust my spirit into
  • Thancred: ILL FUCK EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM IF I HAVE TO
  • Yda: Squat game immaculate
  • Papalymo: we are but stars. wait for me, demising flares
  • Y'shtola: cat born without eyelids gets a second chance. maybe there is hope for me.
  • Alphinaud: I just feel like everyone cherishes me but no one respects me
  • Alisaie: seems like just yesterday i was in kindergarten, now im at college. soon ill be dead :)
  • Tataru: i need $80
  • Krile: the reason you're here is to expand what you know and to see how your ideas work with other ideas. also to fuck the shit out of each other
  • Urianger: You read books? I fuck books
  • Moenbryda: why
  • G'raha Tia: took a nap now I don’t know where I am
  • Yugiri: i dream of.. one day… being mammalian
  • Gosetsu: where are my sandals
  • Cid Garlond: bleep bloop motherfuckers let's get this future thing going
  • Nero tol Scaeva: dont like ambient music. prefer listening to machinery churning, grinding, releasing plumes of toxic gas. love the sound of progress
  • Gaius van Baelsar: there’s nothing wrong with hate. if you dont hate then you dont truly love something. without hate there is no love
  • Nael van Darnus: WE DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT THE MOON
  • Varis zos Galvus: i am goose, king of kings look on my works ye mighty and go fuck yourself
  • Aymeric: 75,000 followers, 0 father
  • Haurchefant: Good morning gentle stallions. Do good things on this great day.
  • Estinien: yeah i got kik. kik you in the head ugly ass motherfucker
  • Ysayle: always consider the possibility and high probability that your entire perception can be misguided and false
  • Edmont: ive done something horrible.. she’s pregnant
  • Kan-E-Senna: Life is kinda like a salad but a lot less healthy; a leafy chewing experience that you die from
  • Merlwyb: FIGHT YA OWN BATTLES
  • Nanamo Ul Namo: not tall enough to reach the webcam for skype
  • Raubahn: i used to have arms
  • Lolorito: I eat money but only because it makes me look cool and fresh in front of the teenagers smoking weed at my park.
  • Ilberd: imagine being obsessed with a country. itd probably be something like being a failure in the eyes of your mediocre parents
  • Lahabrea: everything decaying. i got that apocalyptic swag
  • Elidibus: Cum on the void
random quotes from Super Best Friends play Final Fantasy XV

“I want him to just pick this thing [Carbuncle] up and eat it.”

“I remember that first trailer back when I was nine. This game took 85 years to come out.”

“Noctis looks like such an asshole I can’t stand it.”

In game: Find out what Gladiolus is weak to and let him have it.
Matt: “He’s weak to insults about his performance in the bedroom.”

“Prompto is the most boyband of them all.”

“When Noctis’s Papa Roach CD is done, the game is over.”

Patt: “I will rescue you buddy.” *revives Prompto*
Matt: “I rescued you with my magical boy hands.”
Patt: “My magical boy hands for my magical boy bands.”

“When teaming up with your buddies nobody can stop the amount of dicks you draw on each others faces.”

*seeing Ifrit in the first cutscene*
Patt: “The fact that it’s a perfect naked man that will not leave his chair–”
Matt: “I feel like at the end of my life that’s what I’ll be fighting. And I will fail.”

*imitating Regis* “So your boybands doing shit huh, what, you’re gonna go on tour?”

“Gladio can you please button up your shirt it’s distracting everyone.”

“Gladiolus looks like he’s from The Bouncer. In fact he might be from The Bouncer for all we know.”

“Gladiolus and Ignis look like that one guy from The Bouncer in the cactaur outfit put into two people.”

*Matt, imitating Regis again* “Remember Noctis, every moment you live is a disappointment for me.”

“And please… do something about your hair. It’s a constant embarrassment.”

*Patt, now imitating Regis* “You look like such an asshole, but, you’re my asshole.”

“It would really suck if he was doing the deed with Lunafreya, and he yells out some other dumb girls name in the Final Fantasy universe. Like ‘Oh! Yunalesca!’ and she’s like ‘Who the fuck is Yunalesca?’ ”

Matt: “Push the fucking car losers!”
Patt: “Push the car, and make sure that Gladio’s butt is the one that’s really in center there.”

“Why is Prompto always on the floor?”

“Wait, I don’t wanna play as Gladiolo– Gladiyolo, god–”

*after seeing Noctis summon his weapons* “No wonder she’s getting married, she probably saw that and went ‘Yes!’ ”

*sees Ignis walk off in the background* *Matt bursts into laughter* “Ignis is just like ‘fuck it I’m out of here!’.”

“I’m seeing photos people are posting of these guys taking selfies with themselves walking around in the background.”

Patt: “I just did a backflip slash for no reason, other than I think Noctis thought it was cool.”
Matt: “Well it’s because he knew Prompto was watching.”

“That should be the Logo of our channel – stop bitching, start killing.”

*Prompto starts singing the FF victory tune* “AHH!!– AH YEAH! ALL RIGHT, YOU WON ME OVER!”

*Ignis explains the Crownsguard attire* Patt: “Oh, so that’s why. They’re forced to dress boyband.”
Matt: “Or forced to dress like they just raided a Hot Topic.”
Patt: “It’s the law… So the King, that King? [Regis] Was like ‘everyone has to dress like this in my army’.”
Matt: “Okay, you know what? Fair enough. I never realize that.”
Patt: “That King is the weirdest old man in the world.”

*imitating Regis* “I want all the hot boys to dress in leather in my army.”

“Cindy, and one of these guys, I wanna help that along.”

Matt: “You know what this place [Hammerhead] needs!? It need one of those big inflatable floaty guys!”
Patt: “And it should be a cactaur.”
Matt: “Yeah! OH!! That makes me so excited!”
Patt: “There might be in here, who knows?”

“Why aren’t your lips moving Ignis?”

Lack of Oracle’s powers in Kingslglaive and this whole nonsense with Ring can be explained by the fact that during production Luna wasn’t Oracle. Moreover, Luna wasn’t Luna. Look at the pictures of early Kingsglaive footage, see something familiar? Say hello to Stella.

Third picture is the game CGI models lined up with the preproduction version of Nyx’s CGI model. Tabata’s team had Stella’s model working on Luminous Studio engine! It wasn’t simple port from Versus build, it’s new model. And for some idiotic reason they decided to cut off existed character with finished model and replace with new one.

Many people noticed major difference between Luna’s personality in game and movie. Now answer is obvious - Kingsglaive’s original script was written with different main heroine. It doesn’t automatically mean that Lunafreya in movie is what Nomura’s Stella (Versus XIII Stella had the same powers as Noctis and could’ve kick Glauca’s ass easily) supposed to be, but she is definitely closer to Stella from Versus trailers than to her FFXV incarnation. She was more morally ambiguous in Kingsglaive, she acted more casual and her fireworks scene with Nyx is recreation of Stella and Noctis first meeting in Versus. 

Lunafreya in Kingslglaive was intermediate character between Stella and current Luna. 

Perhaps after Tabata get rid of Stella, Kingsglaive team continued to work with some abstract “Princess of Tenebrae” concept. They didn’t give her any powers, because they didn’t know her actual role. According to Roberto Ferrari (lead concept artist) FFXV writers changed plot every 3 months. I would not be surprised if Oracle’s story, Starscourge and Astrals all this nonsensical crap was added into last minutes, because team needed something to replace original Fabula Nova Crystallis mythology.

@anheiressofasoldier here is something for you.

P.S. Anon with Noctis ask, I`ll answer you a bit later (it’s going to be quite big post, which I’m afraid to fail with my awful English).

Alone (Reader x Gilgamesh)

A/N: When you get the distinct feeling that you’re writing things that you shouldn’t but you do it anyway because fuck it, honestly.

★★★★★ 

Cor had left you alone in the small chamber to make sure nothing had trailed after the two of you. Gladio had left earlier to complete a trial on his own. You sighed as you leant up again the wall of the cavern, happy for the moment of peace.

There was no way you could have let Gladio leave on his own. You knew something had been eating him up after the encounter with Ravus. You had known Gladiolus your entire life, he was your closest friend, pretty much a brother and there was no doubt that you had picked up that imperceptible change in his demeanour. As soon as he had declared that he was going to handle some business on his own, you had followed after him leaving no room for argument. Noctis had Prompto and Ignis with him so he would be fine.

At the time you didn’t realise Gladio had called up Cor for help, but it didn’t hurt having you around. Even if the Amicitia didn’t express it, you knew he was happy to have your support. He always was.

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anonymous asked:

Have you ever tried to do a painting of a character with TONS of detail and patterns? I don't know if you're into Final Fantasy, but if you're looking for something like that, then the Espers from Final Fantasy 12 are definitely a good place to look.

well, I mean, I guess it depends on your level on what “TONS” means? Honestly probably one of the most complicated and complex detailed characters I’ve painted is my character Zalgaroth, and even then! I actually just recently changed his design a little bit making him super simple  light leather armor super intricate. And this is only a head and shoulder shot. :U 

InkSans and Omega Flowey are pretty complex and detailed character too. but for some reason my computer won’t let me post those pictures here. l:V 

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I finally got to use spike rivets! :D

This was a commission for a customized pair of Bruiser Gauntlets.
The customer wanted them to look more like something a fantasy gladiator would wear, instead of the cyberpunky default look.

So I maximized the amount of metal bits on them while still trying to keep up the bruiser style.
The plates on top of the hands were made from aluminum scrap pieces that I ground and sanded into shape. Turns out aluminum gets surprisingly strong when it’s ¼ inch thick…

Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

Master List


Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.

“Tim?”

“yes?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”


Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.

3:42.

He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

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There was a scuffling sound in the hallway and the eerie red glow of witchcraft, but that was just part of everyday life now.  So, Darcy kept working.  She felt his presence before she heard or saw him.  Steve Rogers shuffled awkwardly, leaning against the doorway to the lab with a rueful grin and a faint blush on his face.

Pushing her glasses up, Darcy sat back from her computer and rolled her neck. “’lo, Cap… I mean, Steve.”  

Wanda Maximoff lurked several feet back, barely repressing giggles.  Darcy’s greeting wave was answered with laughter.  Darcy’s brow furrowed with confusion.  Since she and Jane had arrived at the Secret Avengers’ base, she’d seen more shenanigans and pranks  than she could’ve ever imagined.  Apparently being on the world’s most-wanted list AND saving humanity on a daily basis required rampant silliness and blowing off steam. 

“Happy St. Patri…”  Her words trailed off as she noticed the button on Steve Rogers’ jacket and she looked him up and down. She pointed, accusing, “You forgot to wear green.” 

He looked apologetic, then raised a brow as he gave her a once over.  She stood and pointed to the green belt cinching her small waist.  He nodded emphatic approval and even offered a thumbs up. 

She smiled her thanks as she preened under his appreciative eye. Mock angry, she put her hands at her hips.  “There was a warning and everything! Wanda said to wear green or get hexed and be forced to wear that button… and something about kissing.” Darcy had heard that anything that made Wanda laugh was highly encouraged, since her stint in The Raft.  Still, she glanced uncertainly from Steve to Wanda and back.

Steve touched his hand to his head as though to indicate forgetfulness.  Darcy shook her head.  “Nuh uh, mister.  I may not’ve stayed awake in all my history classes, but I didn’t miss the lessons on you.  You have a perfect memory.”

He ducked his head, bashful and contrite.  He nodded to indicate a confession.

Darcy took a step forward.  “You really are Irish, if I remember right, though.”

He gave a short nod.

Her lips curved to a winsome smile as she stepped even closer to him.  “Wanda?”

Wanda rolled her eyes.  “Someone has to kiss him in order to break the spell.  When I told him that, he raced straight here.”

Darcy blinked up at him.  “You want me to kiss you?”

He nodded, tentatively hopeful.

Darcy grabbed Steve by the lapels and pulled him forward, hard.  He startled and his eyes widened as she went for it with fervor.  Kissing Steve Rogers was far from a hardship, more like something she’d dreamed about since laying eyes on him.  And the reality was better than fantasy.  His lips were plush, but firm, opening to her eagerly as both of them lustily savored the kiss.  When she finally pulled back, he looked dazed and ecstatic.  

Wanda whistled and applauded.

Darcy grinned impishly at him.  “All better?”

He gasped, “I can talk.”  

Wanda smirked.  “He’s not sure he can walk now, but- yes, he can talk again.”  Steve’s chiding glare was half-hearted at best.  Wanda laughed again as she waved goodbye and turned to leave.  “Happy St. Patrick’s Day, you two!”

In Hushed Whispers Part 4 [ChocobrosxReader]

Chapter 4 is up! Link to Chapter 3 is here!

I am sorry this chapter is so short and that it took me so long to post it but real life was a little shit these past two weeks and I could barely write anything.

Hopefully, now that things have calmed down and can actually finish the request, post Chapter 5 as well and make a master list. Wish me luck and without further ado

Please enjoy!

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December Asks
  • Wind: What do you want to look like?
  • Frost: Do you believe in magic?
  • Empty Trees: Describe something, or someone, that comforts you.
  • Fat Birds: What age do you want to die at?
  • Gray Skies: What would you change about the physical world?
  • First Snow: Describe a favorite fantasy from when you were a kid.
  • Finals Week: What do you want to be when you "grow up"?
  • Minty Cocoa: Tell a story you love!
  • Evergreen Trees: Share a memory that shaped you.
  • Blizzard: Do you believe in soulmates?
  • Poinsettia: What winter movies or TV shows do you return to?
  • Candle Lit: Favorite books to read in December?
  • Arguing About Starbucks Cups: What issues matter to you?
  • Hymn: Are you spiritual?
  • Hearthside: Do you celebrate any rites of winter?
  • Solstice: Tell your perfect, utterly perfect, December day.
Kingdom Hearts II - Hollow Bastion (2)

- Sora’s like a kid from the 80s, the minute a computer does something, anything, he’s blown away.

- Well as long as he doesn’t go around claiming he’s a fat, evil Zidane, then I don’t care.

- So we have two Ansem’s, one is Tanned Sephiroth who’s still not dead, another looks like a nice version of Saruman and somewhere in between, we have this other guy who leads that group of goths. Well, as long as it doesn’t get any weirder than this, we’re fine.

- Why do I feel that’s a comment on the general reaction to Final Fantasy X-2, it’s simply “not worth mentioning”.

- Oh fuck, it’s Sephiroth again and I’m not ready.

- Well this went all very Lord of the Rings.

- So the leader of the goths is called Xehanort then or is that the original name of Tanned Ansem.

- Also, this is seriously getting a little atmospheric, I mean we now have prison cells inside the castle and something with what looks like old, rusty armour.

- So Xemnas is the leader then?

- I like the idea that Cortex on Ice just mumbles and monologues to himself for hours as he traipses through the castle, complaining about how everyone is interfering with his work.

- Well enough expository banter, now we continue to fight like ladies, and men, and ladies who dress like men.

- Don’t provoke mullet goth, who knows what he can do.

- Well, that’s one down, only, what, 8 more to go?

- Oh fuck, Mickey’s pissed and he’s out for blood.

- Well that just qualifies for best part of the entire game.

- Wait, this is Diz isn’t it, I mean the voice kind of gives it away.

- Right, so we have Ansem and we have Xehanort and apparently Xehanort did something that resulted in creating a Heartless and a Nobody, the Heartless is Tanned Sephiroth and the Nobody is Xemnas and the real Ansem is somewhere with red tape all over his face. Just so we’re clear.

- If I wasn’t gay already, I would go gay for Xemnas’ voice alone.

- Well that was certainly an experience, if this was the first game, I feel that would have been the final world. Also I guess the story is just going to keep getting more and more serious and intense, no matter how many songs we sing under the sea.

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a friend of mine shared on facebook one of his drawings from 2005, so I went and dug out some of my old artwork and found these mean babies. these were some of my first digital drawings, done on a tiny adesso tablet without pen pressure. i remember being so proud of achieving such a realistic look on zidane, even if it took me like three days. anyway the doodle below is something I scribbled quickly because those old drawings made me self-conscious. :< looking back on stuff is fun, if only a little cringey, haha.

Sentence Starters based of a mix of quotes from various Final Fantasy games, part 8

“Looks like we’re stuck babysittin’ the princess again!”

“Do you love me?”

“Is that all you can do…? Give one word answers and apologize for everything? Do something. I’ll be expecting results.”

“Tell me what you cherish most. Give me the pleasure of taking it away.”

“We’ll live on until we pay back for our sins. It’s the only way.”

“Why did you come with me?”

“What I have shown you is reality, what you remember, that is the illusion.”

“As long as you don’t get your hopes up, you can take anything…You feel less pain.”

“I always thought this planet was so huge. But lookin’ at it from space, I realized it’s so small. We’re just floatin’ in the dark… Kinda makes you feel powerless.”

“Farewell my sweet, lovable morons.”

“This is it. A lot of dreams died to get us here, and we can’t let it be for nothing.”

“I’ve been in every city where there are beautiful women!”

“I have to take a dump.”

“So, you’re just gonna let everything fall to hell. Is that it?”

“Your Ma ’s cool. Wait, what the hell am I saying?”

“If you weren’t such a filthy-looking oaf, they would not be so suspicious of us!”

“There are those who can give much more pain than those bearing weapons.”

“I want to drink alone." 

"Go away, I’m trying to remember what it is I’m supposed to be doing.”

“I’ve thought of a wonderful present for you. Shall I give you despair?”

“Son of a submariner!”

“You’re going to give up and die. Is that it?”

Already....

So already there are people complaining about the fight system in Final Fantasy VII Remake. There are people out there who still wanted the game to be a turned based game, Which I don’t understand since the game has “Remake” in its name. When you remake something it can mean that the creators can redo any and everything if wanted. 

Like why are so many people still stuck on Turned based systems? Don’t get me wrong i love turned based games (my favorite being FFX-X2) ,but come on people, can we have something different for a change? Like one commentors said “If you wanted to play it turned based with better graphics Square Enix just put out the original in HD, go play that”.

From what i’m getting with the people who want a turned based system they just wanted the game to have pretty graphics but nothing new,basically just a rehash (Remastered), and i’m beginning to think its mostly driven by “Nostalgia” I’ve also been seeing them drag Kingdom Hearts,and Final Fantasy XV through the dirt saying that its looks like their gameplay and that action rpg is horrible. 

All I got to say is that Square Enix just need to do is keep doing what they are doing. You can’t please everyone. I”m actually happy for the change and would be bored out of my mind if they would have kept the same gameplay as the original. 

Edit: Now that there has been more information put out on the gameplay I’ve gone back to look at the trailer. Its seems like they might actually do a Turn base, Action RPG Hybrid kind of system. on the bottom of the screen when you see Them fighting you can see a gauge that feels up and there is also a Defend option. So maybe they left a little of the turn base in to appeal to the older fan.