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hypnosiian :

                          After we’re gone, who will _breathe the earth we lost?
                We leave nothing but our thoughts and memories _beneath the dust
         So when this body fails to mend, and all my DEMONS they come _{crashing in}
                         Will I start to BEGIN, or will I fade away with them?

                         Indie canon divergent Somnus Lucis Caelum by Sora
                                            {Rules} || {Muse} || {Nav}

drunkfinalfantasy15 :

(screenshot from @ipromptography)

oiek :

“get up princess!”

I like yellow it reminds me of sunshine and happiness and prompt … which is great

soft-stims :

Alpha (ffxiv) stimboard for anon

🐤 x x x - x x - x x x 🐤

panatomicpan :

Ernst Leitz 　Elmar 5cm 1:2.8(screw-mount ）

livefromphilly :

😁📸

myshieldmylove :

「Favourite character/Color 」～ Gladiolus Amicitia/ Red

theroyalbros :

That smile again💗

It brings me happiness

@petiitpriince from here

             Maybe it’s the alcohol he’d shared with his friend prior to this conversation or maybe it’s the slight fuzzy feeling in his head from his slowly approaching heat. Whatever it is, however, its made Prompto feel uncannily brave. The blonde has bit his tongue for so long; been a good kingsglaive and kept his feelings secret to all but himself. He can’t do it anymore though, not when Noctis looks so good like this, slightly flushed and slouched on his bed with ruffled hair and nothing but a shirt and boxers. He hoods his lashes, tilting his head to give the other a soft grin as he carefully reaches out and teases his fingers over the fellow omega’s. 

                 “Why not–?” He purrs out, voice sounding so much more confident than he’s ever felt. “Sure it’ll never be quite as satisfying as it would be with an Alpha but I can’t think of anyone I would rather be with for my whole life, or that I trust more.” He’s leaning in now, blue eyes dropping to look at the others lips as he leans in, his scent beginning to become more potent with his interest. It’s subtle but he can just barely catch the Prince’s scent and it makes him sigh happily at how soothing it is. 

                    Changing his plan he shift, nuzzling his nose slightly against the others neck so he can breathe his scent in as his own scent of spring grass and sugary icing with a tang of gunpowder slowly flitted across the others nose. “You smell really good…”

rpmemesfam :

• ❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜
• ❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜
• ❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜
• ❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜
• ❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜
• ❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜
• ❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜
• ❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜
• ❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜
• ❛ What’s your rush? ❜
• ❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜
• ❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜
• ❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
• ❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜
• ❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜
• ❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜
• ❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜
• ❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜
• ❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜
• ❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜
• ❛ I could show you instead. ❜
• ❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜
• ❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜
• ❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜
• ❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜
• ❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜
• ❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜
• ❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜
• ❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜
• ❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜
• ❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜
• ❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜
• ❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜
• ❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜
• ❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜
• ❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜
• ❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜
• ❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower?  ❜
• ❛ I want to show you something. ❜
• ❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜
• ❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜
• ❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜

khresme·:

It would be so much easier if they hadn’t been born this way, if Prompto hadn’t been the conduit for the suffering she should’ve shouldered alone. It wasn’t solely because of responsibility, but because of the reality of of what her calling demanded. She’d been trained rigorously by Sylva since their birth, had been mentally and physically prepared to deal with pain despite the anomaly this presented. And his feelings for Noctis… In good conscience, Lunafreya couldn’t marry him. Not when she’d spent a lifetime in a reeking envy for the freedom his life bore, hiding it behind polite smiles and a demure mien that had been instilled in her before birth. It had begun when they’d met, hadn’t it ? That even before the devastation their grandfather had brought upon them, it had been a pin prickle she’d resolved to ignore until it was too big and gray to do so anymore. “I don’t despise it, dearest Prompto–I never could. Not when you have given yourself for this cause. That we might see the world brought from the brink, and–” 

She wished this didn’t have to be so. That they could inverse everything that was so wrong in the world that Prompto wouldn’t have to be subjected to this, that neither of them would have to walk the maligned path of the prophecy despite how imperative it was to do so. But, how could she protest his resolve? Goad him into a relationship with Noctis when all their lives would be forfeit soon? And…gods, did he even know the endgame? How Noctis wasn’t aware, that the fault of his ignorance lay almost exclusively with her in the wake of King Regis’ demise? She’d sworn to herself to tell him when he’d turned sixteen, just as she’d been told at that age. Or perhaps she should’ve told him earlier. Because neither of them would’ve known when the prophecy was going to pass, but regardless, it almost seemed like it was too late for them all. The embrasure on her brother loosened some, and she rested their foreheads together. “You’re like sunlight, Prom. Truly, you are. I wish Noctis could see what I do, that you two could live in happiness. That this prophecy might be different–” She couldn’t say it. Gods, she was a coward!

Her throat felt thick with sobs that couldn’t be uttered, so Luna rose from her crouch and strode towards one of the enormous bay windows and opened it just a crack, the sheer drop into Zoldara Henge’s river valley breezing gustily, and she ignored the void call to simply leap from the height and fly with the wind when she was human, and women who were trapped did not fly. No more than men who were trapped by the goodness of their hearts. Her gaze returned to her twin brother, and she recalled the pseudo-scientific belief that twins shared an almost telepathic connection. It became watery, damn it! And she couldn’t stop the tears. “Terrible as it may be to say it, I wish you were selfish, Prompto. Completely and totally. That you would steal aboard some ship like a stowaway and spirit yourself away to Lucis and inform the prince to damn it all. That you and prince Noctis would elope, like in the fairytales I idealized as a girl. I wish you could do what I everything I cannot. Because your happiness means the world to me.”

Was it terrible to confess? That she would wish Prompto to abandon it all. Luna couldn’t. She had no paramours, and didn’t want any. Not now. Not when the truth hung its scythe to her throat and bared her to budge an inch from it. Trapped by her life, by its machinations, but Prompto wasn’t. Stella would inherit the crown in the case of her passing, and become queen of Tenebrae. Ravus would likely inherit the title as head of House Aldercapt for lack of fitting heirs, as Safay had been Iedolas and Camilla’s only child together. Luna sighed shakily as she let the tears come, this self-made misery, this prison she could escape but realistically couldn’t. No, her limbs were metal and ball-joints made her body, and things made of plastic and metal couldn’t be happy. 

             Grief and regret pools in his chest like heavy lead, tearing at his heart and his insides that already bleed with the sorrow of their line. “I’m sorry…” he whispers, tilting his head against the pillows to look at the wall, his vision swimming slightly. He can feel a fever creeping up on him and knows that he won’t be good company for much longer, or at the very least intelligent company. The youngest wishes he could be selfish for his twins sake; that he could protest his fate and give up on everything but it’s just not in him to do so. He almost feels cruel in his giving nature. Yet he can’t deny the people who need his sister to be strong and for her powers to be readily available. Yet if they can do this; if they can free the world of this grief than perhaps happiness can find all people once more. 

              “I don’t mean to make you unhappy my dear sister…I hold you close to my heart for we once shared that. If I could find it in myself to be so selfish for your sake I would do it…to make you smile I would.” Long lashes flutter against reddening cheeks as his body grows warmer than it should. His eyes are glossing over slightly and he can feel himself slouching further into the bed as her figure blurs slightly. “Yet I cannot. Please forgive me, I just can’t bear the thought of making anyone else suffer as we must.” The words are coming in pants now and he can’t see, forcing his eyes closed. 

                 “I…” but the worlds trail off and he can’t find it in himself to focus on more than a soft whimper. Everything is simply too hot and he finds himself struggling to get the blankets off of him. “Lun…” he manages, thrashing weakly in the bed until it becomes too much and he’s forced to lay down, slumped uselessly against the bed. “Help…” It’s like being a child again and this is the part he despises the most. Normally he just feels tired and weak with the occasional cough, but clearly this is not one of those times. No, this time he feels as if he might actually perish where he lays, though he would welcome such relief at this moment. 

                     And in this weak moment he can’t help but think he would like perhaps just one kiss from Noctis before he dies…that wouldn’t be so selfish would it? Perhaps he’ll request it as a dying wish, if he should remember such a desire once he is fully himself again.

petiitpriince·:

     There’s cheerful chime leaving him, it’s laughter, feeling relaxed for the fact that they’ve finally reached this place in their friendship. That Prompto came clean, being honest with the Prince. Sure, a small part of Noctis felt a little hurt that the blond had to keep such a secret. It’s true, what they faced in regards towards the same situation. His had been out there in the open, everyone knew, everyone saw, everyone had an opinion, and voiced them out. Some had been less favorable than others. While Prompto, he could only assume it was more private. 

     Not sure if he should even ask, he probably would avoid the question, given he didn’t want to be about about it in the first place. Perhaps a different day. He offers a smile, “I wouldn’t care, you know I don’t care much for things like that,” shrugs his shoulders. It’s true, Noctis tended to be rather accepting of people, save for those who actually did something bad to him. Eyes linger on the brief glance on Prompto’s body, “I get it, I do have shit to worry about, you are still may friend– you can rely on me.” All of them could. Sure, he’s not the best, and he’s a little wobbly. But– he wanted to support them too.

      “I never noticed how many freckles you’ve got,” was the comment with a smile, “ I bet I could like make constellations by connecting them.” The Prince winced at a wave a pain, cringing and going quiet for a few moments. Takes a deep breath, “I’d love to be run over by a car right now.”

         A light flush dusted across the males cheeks as blue eyes met the others but he elected to ignore the comment and his embarrassment by focusing on the others pain. “That bad huh?” Shifting he peeks over the edge of the bed and digs through his bag. He doesn’t have many left but he pulls out a bottle of pain killers and hands a couple to the brunette along with a glass of water that was sitting on the night stand. “Here, this should help some.” Once the objects are in the others hands he flops back on the bed, resting a hand lightly on his stomach and staring at the ceiling. 

          “You know…” his voice is soft and thoughtful, staring more into his own head then that bland white of the hotel ceiling. “I don’t think it’s that people feel they can’t rely on you or trust you but rather that they shouldn’t. It’s stupid, I won’t deny that, but you are the crown Prince of Insomnia and i think that makes people feel like it’s wrong to rely on you in such a personal fashion. I know I feel a bit weird about it sometimes even if we’re friends. I mean I’m one of your kingsglaive…I’m supposed to protect you so that you can protect the people.” 

            The blonde stretches, letting out a happy sigh as his back cracks and then chuckles, glancing at his friend. “That probably sounds dumb.” Of course the real reason is that he’s afraid his feelings will slip out when they’re not supposed to but he can’t tell Noctis that, not when he’s the one he has feelings for. Really he still feels guilty for being in love with his best friend when he’s already betrothed to another.

izuumii :

Back with the soft boys

khresme·:

She loved her brother, she truly did. They’d been twins, after all. Fraternal twins, but those such as them had an uncanny empathy for one another, and this was no different. Lunafreya would rewrite the stars if it meant she could take Prompto’s affliction away from him, so that he wouldn’t be the receiver of her sufferings. It wasn’t right. Not when many of them she saw as retribution for her sins against others and the gods, not entirely the virtuous maiden she was made into being. Even if hers weren’t the conventional sort of sin, so much of it was still her fault, she knew that. No one could convince her otherwise, even if its true happenings were laid out before her. She couldn’t–wouldn’t–accept recourse. 

If only it was enough to soothe what Prompto was saying, stinging like barbs.

“Don’t assume how I am supposed to be or how I’m supposed to feel, mon cher–please,” she replied back, as if the fraternal endearment was enough to soften its blow. “Noctis means a great deal to me, yes–that is true. But I cannot force myself to love him. Not when I’ve spent so much of my life envying him for his protected upbringing, safe from the evils we faced. Not when I fear for how his father has ruined him, how his ignorance might be too crippling to bear. He is dear to me, but…I have so many doubts and envies I fear I’d turn green if we met.” 

Ah, the dark underside of her heart. Even as she cradled Prompto closer, part of her entertained pushing him away, just a little, so he wouldn’t be exposed to its foaming and snarling ugliness. She hung her head, ashamed. “We share many things, Prompto, but I do not share in your love for him. Perhaps you would be a better Oracle than I, not consumed by pettiness.” Her smile was small and mirthless. “I wish I could. But knowing how he was raised compared to us, I… I understand Ravus’ abhorrence for the Caelums, I do. Even if I wish to think I am above it, I am not. And I will not lie when you’ve suffered so much already. For me to disguise my true feelings… No, not when our hearts were as one, once.” Not for her brother. She couldn’t lie to him for the world. 

             “Oh Luna…” Sometimes he thinks it would be easier for everyone if he was angrier; more distraught over his fate. Still it’s just not in his heart to have resentment towards anyone, not even the gods themselves. Slowly his hands reach out and he entangles their fingers, nudging her with his shoulder til their eyes meet. “I did not mean to force you or make you feel you are forced to feel any way other than how you are. I understand how you and Ravus feel…I’ve glimpsed some of the horrors you both have seen as well. I wish that you were not the oracle, that you could be free of this burden. I can’t though, I cannot take your place in this but I can take some of the burden off.” Shifting he presses her hands to is forehead. 

               “My only regret is that I can’t always be by your side or his…” Tears drip onto her hands as he allows himself to cry. “I’m not afraid of death or dying, I’m afraid of what will happen to those I love once I’m gone. Please…even if you cannot forgive all that has transpired; even if you remain green with envy and despair don’t let him die. Please keep him safe for me…I know it’s selfish to ask this of you but–I know Ravus will keep you safe as you protect him but I fear for Noctis. They say he has good friends but I don’t know or trust them as I do you.” 

                  A soft sob escapes him and he cradles further into her. Prompto isn’t weeping for himself though, no never. He long since accepted his fate and gladly. He mourns for those that he cannot help when he is gone; mourns for their pain that they all feel. However the sobs turn to coughs and he’s forced to pull away, his form trembling as he claps a hand over his mouth. Slender shoulders jerk with the force and the tears stain his cheeks as he presses his eyes tightly closed. Its been worse as of late, the closer they get to the dark days, he knows his time is dwindling faster. 

                    It burns slightly and his body tingles as a bit more of his life slips from him before he collapses against Luna, the barest hints of blood trickling from his lips as he stares at his reddened hand. “I don’t think I can handle anymore traveling today…”

petiitpriince·:

    Noctis didn’t like it. Death. Death was permanent. And people dying for him, dying to protect him… it makes the young child sick to his stomach. He’s barely eight years old, and was confronted with how cruel the world could be. How very little it seems to care about the people suffering and losing their lives. All he could think about was what happened, he has nightmares, fits in the middle of the night where he’s gasping. The little Prince wakes up shouting for his father. Grasping at whatever he can, whatever comfort he’s able to find. Sure, they’ve lessened since coming here. But truthfully, how was he not suppose to dwell on the past? When the past very much affects his present.

    He doesn’t look up, staring down at his clasped hands as he listens to the Princess. And wonders how long would she hold such a view about things. About life. Sacrifices of life are empty, you leave those behind injured, and you place a heavy burden on those that are saved. It’s selfish. And cruel. And he just wanted to go back to how things were. Of course, these are thoughts of a child, he has no grasp on the full picture, on whether he was right or wrong. “…I… am grateful for meeting you guys, and having my dad,” he finally spoke, eyes still downcast. “But… I don’t think I should forget what happened, that wouldn’t be fair towards the people who died.”

    There’s a firm frown on his face, “Self sacrificing is stupid and I hate it,” he utters without conviction and he means it. But that was Noctis’ view on the matter. His life… his life shouldn’t be more important than someone else’s. They shouldn’t have to jump in front of danger for him to live. He hates, he hates, he hates it. “…You’re hurting people, it’s selfish, pushing those wishes onto others,” squeezes his hands tightly. “I don’t… I don’t like it, I don’t ever want to make someone feel like that, even if someone tries to make me, I’ll find another way.” He’s shaking a little, and purses his lips. Noctis– Noctis doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. He’d rather just enjoy this moment with the friends he’s made, and his dad.

          That stings and her eyes drift to the floor, unable to look back at Noctis. It’s not like she wants to be selfish, or even that she has a choice in the matter. The gods put this upon her and that small comfort she held onto, that it was ok to die as long as people remembered her, it’s like it’s being shattered. Aurelia wants to say something but also can’t find the words as tears threaten to spill from her eyes. “Perhaps your right…” Small fists grip into her dress and the princess takes a steadying breath. Maybe it hurts to hear and she doesn’t have a choice, but Noctis means no harm. He’s suffered more than anyone after all. Standing she swallows the tears back and turns to him with the gentlest smile she can muster. 

             “Well sitting here and being sad is no good…plus parties like this are dull anyway.” Shifting behind his wheelchair she puts her hands on the handles and beams down at him, scrunching her nose so the freckles on them wrinkle. “Why don’t we take a trip through the gardens? I mean I could use some fresh air and I bet you’d like some too!” Anything is better than sitting here in silence alone with the bitter thoughts in their head. Besides the music is getting dull to her ears and there’s only so much watching either of them probably can do, Aurelia especially. 

                In all truth she also wants an excuse to get out of the stuffy hall and into the cool night air. Dresses really aren’t her thing and this one is especially hot and heavy. 

tagctes :

        Hey you! Do you like spitfire ladies who are clever and snarky? Do you like bi disasters? Do you like women in proper working clothing who take no shit? Then boy do I have the Cidney blog for you! So join me, Sora, your local lazy multiblogger in appreciating this lovely lady!

         If you came here for fanservice and southern accents though–you’ll be dissapointed! If you didn’t then hit that like or reblog this and I’ll give ya a peek! 

trashkingizunia :

Ok, so I’ve been roleplaying Ardyn for a while now, nearly two years on Tumblr coming this January, and I’ve hit a bit of a milestone, so I’m doing a bias list to celebrate. I could have left this till New Years like when everyone else does theirs, but fuck that, we do shit on Halloween on this blog. I really don’t know how some of you have put up with me as long as you have. You all have the patience of saints since I’m just so slow these days at getting replies out. I never expected Ardyn to last this long honestly, I expected I’ll play around for like two months, and then quit but he’s really helped me get back into a hobby that I figured was long gone, as well as drawing more.

I want to do a few special shoutouts to mutuals I have gained close friendships with over my time of roleplaying Ardyn, they’ve been the ones who have really helped me develop him via roleplaying, or talking with me about random headcanons I come up with.

Putting this under the cut as it gets a little bit long.

Keep reading

izuumii :

Can finally post this commission I did a while ago as a birthday present ♥

handwriting can tell you a lot about a person.

go  here  and post with your character’s name in their handwriting!

tagged by stolen from: @mtunit05953234
tagging: @shinkv , @shieldiisms , @khresme , @iliyovunjika , and anyone else who hasn’t done this and would like to

drunkfinalfantasy15 :

#donewithyourshit

izuumii :

I’m sure it gets super hot in the jacket sometimes so he gets an emergency crop top

e1x :

Follow me for more.

sararyder :

I can’t choose where I came from but I can choose where I’m going.

denimecho :

“Oh hi there opening!”

Devil Trigger.

tofukitty :

Happy Birthday, Noctis!

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Birthday gifts! Except this time, it’s a year after the events of XV as everyone is rebuilding Insomnia. The Chocobros won’t forget their best bro’s birthday even then, right?

*brb crying*