wow, i haven’t been on here in a long time, i miss noctis, maybe i should remake his blog and try this again?
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Wake up, pull yourself t o g e t h e r
/ SPEAK UP/ ‘Cause no one heard you name. ERUPT It’s better late than never
/ And if I take forever/
TO PUT YOU BACK TOGETHER
indie + selective+private m!byleth blog from fire emblem three houses
written by Adrien
finding and making m!byleth icons is a whole ass journey
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FFXV chapter 11 spoiler
I wanted to draw both Noctis & Prompto point of view. It must be terrifying for Prompto _(:3_
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thecolosseumsfinest
Jude was known for being too much of a do-gooder, words from Alvin himself because of the type of person that he was. He was a kind person though, one who is willing to help anyone who needs it. Help that he could give to the small group that Noctis was apart of “You’re welcome. The details that were passed to me makes it sound like that. Enough to cause a lot of concern.”
The situation sounded serious from the details that were given to Jude, but it was unknown on if the serious it actually was. He wouldn’t know until he got to see the threat in person which would help give him a better idea on what they would be facing. Information just passed to him over text could only do so much as most hunters have learned when it came to each job they accepted depending on how dangerous the hunt was. Besides his medical knowledge could come in handy if anyone gets hurt.
With a small tilt of his head, he nodded in agreement as a plan and scouting would serve helpful with the seriousness of the hunt “That sounds like a good idea, we need to get as much information as we can about the threat before anyone gets hurt.”
that was good, at least they wouldn’t have to explain the whole situation to him. ignis, gladio and prompto were going to stay behind and rest. they had a close call, and while he knows the others would completely try to protest against noctis’ decision. nevertheless, it was his choice, and he’d rather take a little risk than have his friends get hurt again, because they were worn out from their earlier battle. besides, it was just a simple scouting ‘mission’, he’ll be fine-- they’ll both be fine.
unless something goes horribly wrong, but where the chance of that happening more than once?
“okay, my friends will stay behind and get some rest,” noctis looked over at them, yeah, he’s not backing down on it. did he childishly stick out his tongue at prompto? maybe. who can tell. “so it’ll be just you and i going over to check out the monsters, besides i kinda figured less people might mean less chance at getting spotted.” at least the prince hoped so.
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A look of utter disgust and horror crossed his face. He would very much rather not. He would like to stay as far from them as possible. “Yuki is just fine.” The nicknames didn’t bother him as much as feel really really out of place. Not that he could force anyone to stop using them. He felt like if he said anything about it he would just hear them more.
He was quiet as he listened, frowning as Noctis went on. Getting out into the world wasn’t easy. He knew that well. He himself was still adjusting. But he had done it to get as far away from his family as he could. He hadn’t missed any of them.
“There’s nothing wrong with being antisocial or having walls up. Some of us do that on instinct. It can seem pretty scary to open up to people we don’t know.” Yet here they both were sort of opening up. “I left home as well. It’s still pretty close, but I’m away enough I can pretend I’m on my own. It’s hard to get used to and trusting and talking to people you don’t know. It takes time. I’m still very much learning how to be with others. It just takes time. And also it depends on if you want to open up or not.”
noctis looked completely taken aback by the other’s expression, but the surprise look soon changed into a smile and he giggled slightly. “sorry, i shouldn’t have said that, it’s never fun being addressed by a title when you just want to be yourself,” was he speaking out of experience? or just from observation? noctis wasn’t going to clarify it, probably. in truth, a year or so ago he’d never speak this openly or freely with his thoughts-- he used to (at times still does) struggle just getting his thoughts out into words.
ironically, they were sort of talking, could be said a stranger might be easier-- they had no stake in this after all. “it does take time, but considering how you’re talking to me, some weirdo kid who was napping five seconds ago. i wouldn’t have realized you weren’t much of a people person,” the dark haired teen smirked at him. “ah-- by the way, why are you here so early? is that one of the president's jobs on the council?”
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❝ It’s okay, I was just curious about what the contents were in this potion. ❞ He tilted his head as he studied the potion again, brows raised slightly as he wondered what kind of contents were actually inside of the potion. ❝ I’m sure. Pain killers? I could see if this potion works since I’m not sure if pain killers would actually work for me or not. ❞ He figures that pain killers might not have any kind of effect on him. He smiled at the human in front of him since it was something that made Ignis want to know more about the other male that was helping him out.
❝ I’ll give the crushing option a try and see if it helps any. ❞ He nods as he crushes the potion in his grip and waits to see if anything happens, but he does feel the potion contents taking effect in some way for him. ❝ No need to apologize. You’re helping more than you realize so thank you. ❞
“well, now you know i’ve got no clue what these things have,” he chuckled with a sheepish smile, well, at least it seemed like he managed to help slightly. he supposed that others wouldn’t have done so, if you want to go down the pessimistic route. not everyone would help a strange out, let alone a person that clearly was different from the ordinary. “there was a cave over here that should be safe, i don’t think going into town would be the best idea,” he mumbled loud enough to be heard, but it was mainly to himself.
the prince continued to lead the way for a few more minutes, and slowed down once he saw the cave’s opening. “it’s over here, c’mon,” he chimed and offered his hand. ah-- was that rude? overstepping boundaries? maybe, he was just trying to make sure the other didn’t trip. “oh! did the potion help?”
“Why are you suddenly saying stuff that doesn’t make any sense? Are you drunk?”
drunk? nope, that would mean he might have actually done something fun in the past week. noctis stretched himself out, grumbled softly, before he gradually laid down on the large couch. a pleased groan left his lips, as he reached out and dragged on of the pillows closer towards him.
“drunk? ha, i think specs would kick my as-- he’d scold me,” the king quickly corrected himself. “i’m sleep deprived,” was the proud declaration, before he promptly dropped his face into the pillow and hoped to disappear.
Regis is just going to hug Noctis as tight as possible, nothing to worry about. Just dark thoughts cornering him in his mind.
the hug completely caught noctis off guard, the teenager stiffened in the embrace and fought the urge to either step out or lean in. he’s... fallen out of the whole physical affection aspect as he grew up over the years, the less time he spent with his father-- he sort of began isolating himself. Except for the few friends he had, and even they were kept at a distance. noctis thought back to a blond he briefly met back in middle school, and wondered if he’d be more fun than specs or gladio (they’re good people, he gets along with them, but it felt like something was missing).
“dad...” he found himself relaxing slowly, and returned the embrace, “i’ll be fine.”
it’ll be fine. he’ll be fine. everything was fine.
right?
@dawnturnstodusk cont. X
noctis didn’t come here often, his father worried if he’d be safe-- a little late for his over protectiveness. his familiars nudged against his legs, leading down the sandy path with his hand on his large husky’s head. all the young witch could see were blurs, auras at most, so a guide was nice. but a blue human shaped glow caught his attention, what was that? a part of him wondered if he should get help, noctis wasn’t the best with healing magic that didn’t involve plants or paste and ointment he makes back home. but if he turned back now, what if something happens?
mind made up, the witch made his way (against his familiars protests) towards the blurry shape. what really drew him in, was the color of their aura, brilliant layers of blues, with a slight hint of warmth in the center. curiosity and concern propelled him forward. “stay here guys,” he told his fox and husky, noctis didn’t want to overwhelm whoever this was, or startle them. noctis stumbled slightly, sand wasn’t exactly the most stable surface after all, but he managed to get there.
“hello?” noctis called out, and stopped a few feet away, the blur confused him even more. the... lower half was strange, but who knows. “are you okay? i’m-- going to reach out, i’m not here to hurt you, i just want to help,” he made a non threatening gesture as he knelled down and reached out slowly with a hand and touched--- was that rope? ... a net? did someone get tangled in nets?
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“Yes, really. He’s always paying attention and nothing goes out of his notice. That’s Frederick the Wary for you.” A small chuckle rumbles from his chest before taking a bite from his own half of the pastry. Of course he couldn’t blame the knight. Sometimes Chrom was a bit too trusting of others and the man was just doing his job to protect after all.
As he takes another bite his gaze shifts over to Noctis. A dark brow quirks almost questioningly at the fact that it runs in the other’s family. He decides to cast that thought aside for now as he gives a shake of his head. “We all have our strengths and weaknesses. It’s easy to compare ourselves and it’s a battle we seem to fight through daily, but we are not them. We have to forge our own way going about the world.”
Popping the rest of the treat into his mouth to finish it off, he then gives Noctis a light smile. “Besides, I haven’t seen what they can do. The only thing I’ve witnessed is your own talents in battle. You’re pretty amazing out there and you’re selling your own assets too short. You’re strong in your own rights, friend.”
“he kinda reminds me of someone that i know, i have this suspicion they’d get along,” ignis had always been by his side, ever observant and tactical with his actions... and those puns, jeez. although,he doubted ignis would survive without his very specific coffee brand. too bitter, noctis preferred overly sweet concoctions that seemed more sugar than coffee, in his friends words.
oh man, was chrom like staring at him and trying to analyze whether or not noctis had told the truth or withheld information. would it be odd in this world for families to have magic in their bloodline? ah! why couldn’t someone had handed him a manual, all this anxiety was going to give him a headache. “i guess you’re right on that, but when you’ve got expectations to fill, sometimes the easier thing is to... run,” he shoved the rest of his half in his mouth to hush himself.
the shorter prince looked up, his expression was one of surprise, but then he smirked slightly with an air of confidence that was previously lacking a few moments ago. “well, seems like all of us here have to make sure a certain royal someone comes back in one piece, gotta bring my a-game,” he snickered.
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He snorted, “I’ll think about it.” He was sure a nap wouldn’t help him in any way, but he’d take it into consideration.
At the mention of his fan club. He would never really understand them. They were a real nuisance to everyone. He had tried to talk to them, but it hadn’t really done much. “That’s correct…” He shook his head and crossed his arms. He wished they’d just stop.
“Is that so? I guess it’d be kind of a culture shock in a sense. I was in the same boat at one time so it can be pretty hard to get used to, but I’m sure it’ll get easier. If you need help or have questions, I’d be glad to help out.”
“you should totally turn that into a business, get some royalties out of it,” a tilt of his head, “should i call you your highness?” the dark haired teen lightly joked. ah, noctis, sometimes he’d go quiet from being nervous or awkward, or he’d just go dead silent. there seemed to be no in between.
noctis leaned against a desk and shrugged his should nonchalantly-- it wasn’t a big deal. “it... is a big change,” he found himself acknowledging, despite the fact he was trying to appear like none of that bothered him. “i think... my biggest adjustment issue is that i’m the only one here, my only friends are back at my old school in another city. but i decided do something new noctis, and here i am.”
...
“i kinda just settled back to my antisocial habits, it seems easier.”
“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”
noctis could feel the bruises forming on his arms and legs-- his back ached and was giving him trouble. his magic was exhausted at the moment, he needed time to recover some of his stamina. yeah, he really had worked on that compared to his younger years, but at times noctis felt like he felt short. that was probably his negative thoughts just playing tricks on him, causing his worries and insecurities to briefly brake through his normally stable attitude. “it’s fine sora,” the older uttered as he straighten up, winced slightly as a ping of pain shot up his back from his legs.
the prince took a moment to breath, and summoned a potion. “i’ll be fine, i didn’t come here just to look pretty, i came here to help, so let me help-- please?”
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Noctis wielding the khukuri blades ❤
Source: its-queenie
“There you go, again! You’re crying! Can you at least tie your shoes once without doing that, Dad?”
“I am not crying!” noctis quickly protested from where he was kneeling as he tied his shoes. the king had decided to take his son out to the park, you know, it wasn’t a bad idea. the bad idea came where he nearly tripped over his own feet, because his tied his shoes haphazardly. Look, most of his boots were zippers, but he CAN tie his own laces despite being royalty.
....even if today speaks contrary to it.
“i got dust in my eye...”
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hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.
- “you’re going to have a bruise.”
- “it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”
- “you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”
- “absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”
- “take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”
- “those pain meds knocked you out.”
- “where’d you get that bloody nose?”
- “make a fist for me.”
- “where does it hurt?”
- “ow, ow, ow.”
- “that’s going to need stitches.”
- “shit, that hurts.”
- “is it broken?”
- “keep ice on it.”
- “ouch!”
- “i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.”
- “you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”
- “how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”
- “stay in bed and let me look after you.”
- “there, you’re all patched up.”
- “let me help you to your room.”
- “how many fingers am i holding up?”
- “take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”
- “you could have a concussion. ”
- “i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”
- “you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”
- “how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”