#of the night

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noctzine:

PREORDERS ARE NOW OPEN!!

They will run from December 21st to January 15th! You can click the bold above or find us here: https://ofthenightzine.bigcartel.com

of the night is a Final Fantasy XV fanzine focused on Noctis Lucis Caelum, the one Chosen King and man who would bring dawn to the world. Inside you will find contributions from 25 talented artists and 7 writers, each with their own themes and motifs.

We’re also doing a giveaway for one lucky winner to win a full bundle! Reblog/like for a chance to win! One entry per person per platform! Winner be announced after preorders close!

Be sure to check out our tiersandstretch goals posts for further information!

Thank you to everyone who participated and has helped to support us along the way!

Artists:

@killermage@gigglincactus@cdrart@diaxyz@driftwoodwolf@erionmakuo@goodluckjoy@anisotasart@nai-kasumi@nowritena@islandofmangos@masozii@hoshi-megu@mintfoxmimi@peach_oniisan@neviesketches@catchingsunraysart@suaveassassinart@burbled-xv@backseatfishing@snail-drop@zeroshadows@treindraws@dovaldraws@tierciel

Writers:

@astramaxima@puddingcatbae@brosura@lady-of-rohan@mikkalia15@myoyakodon@ivelostmyspectacles

myoyakodon:

Happy New Year, everyone!! Here’s another preview of my piece for the @noctzine ✫ Prepare for some angst and Umbra magic!


Just one day. Please, give me just one day to see them again.

* * * 

He’s that boy again, aching body slumped over in a wheelchair and mind paralyzed with childhood trauma.

Right here and now, though, he doesn’t find any reason to care. Why should he when Dad is right behind him, pushing him forward, and Luna at his side, keeping pace companionably. Well, there are Clarus, Gentiana, and a dozen guards and retainers accompanying them, but the only people he cares about at that moment are Luna and Dad.

“So, where is this special place you are taking us, dear Lunafreya?” Dad asks, voice playful. He seems to enjoy the mystery.


✫ preorder here until January 15th ✫ more info and previews here

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