spring sneaks in~
Prompto is playing hooky to catch some late autumn shots -- but no worries, Noctis won't tell on him.
His lips are sealed :>
errantknightess reblogged
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
passionate-lovely-soul
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS
I POSTET THIS HALF AN HOUR BEFORE MY JOB INTERVIEW AND I GOT THE JOB OH MY GOD
I never reblog this kind of thing but at the very least it does nothing, at best perhaps it’ll make me feel some kind of way that motivates me.
Keeping warm~
1 hour challenge theme: bonfire
playing in the puddles
Noctis likes to drop by the local flower shop right before closing... for reasons.
Psst, how about a promptis sketchbook?
I don’t usually advertise my ko-fi, but I finally added a downloadable reward for supporters, so I feel a little less bad about it now ^^
Starting today, everyone who tips me any amount will receive a thank-you message with a link to a PDF album with all of the promptis sketches I’ve made so far since 2020. There are 25 pages filled with 43 pictures, including five new ones I won’t be posting anywhere else -- so if you’d like to grab them, please consider leaving me a tip! I’d appreciate it a lot~
Thanks so much!
Anonymous asked:
tell us about the Secret Garden AU for the WIP game?
because I know this one is dear to you :D
It is indeed dear to my heart! Although to be honest, recently I've started to second-guess if this is quite exactly the story I want to tell. It's pretty complicated, and heavy, and I'm honestly a little worried about tackling it the way I've been meaning to. Looking at my notes, I'm not so sure anymore about a lot of things. (That being said, what I've written for it so far is still probably my favourite bit of text I've ever produced, and might remain so for a long time.) For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about: it's an AU based loosely on The Secret Garden, in which Noctis is sent to a secluded manor in Tenebrae to recuperate after the marilith attack. My original idea was to explore his depression and self-doubt in his abilities, both physical and as a prince with a lot of expectations to meet -- and show him slowly overcome those with the help of friends he begrudgingly makes along the way. Okay, that's enough rambling. Have a snippet, because I've been sitting on this for years and I'm itching to share it~
The next time he blinked his eyes open, the shadows have shifted and the white walls of the room paled with mid-day light. There was a tray of food on the nightstand, with buttered toasts, a bowl of cottage cheese drizzled with honey, and some lettuce and cucumber slices on a separate saucer. Noctis made sure to leave them exactly as they were as he polished off the rest. Just as he finished the last bite, he was startled by a forceful knock on the door. He wanted nothing more than to ignore it, but when it sounded again, demanding and impatient, he decided it’d be less of a hassle to get it over with quickly. “Yeah?” he sighed loudly. The door swung open. Noctis steeled himself to face Ignis, the morning shame still burning in his memory – but the man who marched into the room was not Ignis. He recognized him right away, though. It was the son of his dad’s Shield. His Shield. The first familiar face in a month, and Noctis fervently wished it was anyone but him. A king and his Shield were supposed to be inseparable, sharing a close bond of fellowship and mutual trust. There was none of that closeness between Noctis and the man sworn to protect him. He could only trust Gladiolus Amicitia to piss him off within two minutes of staying in the same room. And right now, he was stuck in that room. “Ignis told me you fell off the bed this morning,” Gladiolus said in lieu of a greeting. “How’s your back?” “Messed up, but you knew that,” Noctis said flatly. He was not in the mood to talk to anyone, least of all this guy.
#games and memes#thank you for asking about this!#I'm happy to talk about it even though (or maybe because) it's gonna be a while before it sees the light of day#I really need to figure out what I want to do with it#admittedly there are some aspects of it that I'm more excited to write than others#so maybe I'll just end up making a whole other story that focuses more on those... hmmm
ooooooo look at all those 👀
never too late?? 👀
Oof, this one! I've had it all outlined for a while, and all I'm missing is some time to actually write it… It's a bit of a dive into the post-Dawn reality from Noctis's POV -- slowly adjusting to the changed world after missing a decade in the Crystal, learning what Prompto's life looked like while he was gone, and realizing how much life experience he's missed out on (and feeling bad about it). (And finally having his first kiss with Prompto, because of course.) I had literally nothing written for it yet, but you motivated me to clean up some of my notes into a coherent snippet~
He follows Prompto up the dark staircase, down the narrow hall, then finally through a door to an even more cramped entryway. The room just past it is striped with long shadows and dusty orange rays of the sun -- already setting even though they barely got it back a few hours ago. "In here." Prompto ushers him in, opens another door and turns a light on. It's a small, dingy bathroom with walls checkered in a mess of mismatched tiles. There's barely room for anything aside from the cracked sink and a cabinet with a broken mirror door. Noctis pointedly avoids looking into it. He closes the toilet lid to sit down and winces at the deep red print his hand leaves. His fingers are still sticky with blood -- but when he tries to turn on the tap, nothing comes out. "It's no good." Prompto reaches over his shoulder to shut it. "The lines are shot. We're lucky we managed to restore the generator to get the lights going." He plugs the sink and reaches under it for a big plastic jug. As he pours from it, the water hits Noctis with the familiar smell of Gladio's filtering tablets. He remembers using them at camp just a few weeks before. What is now a full decade ago. His eyes sting with tears, spilling over as Prompto dabs at a cut on his arm with a damp towel. "So, where are we, anyway?" "Well, it's kinda… my place now," Prompto says, eyes trained on the wound he's cleaning. "A base for supply runs. Lestallum's too far, no way we could make it here and back there in one trip. So we installed a couple floodlights around here to have a safe place to stay while looking for stuff. And then I just… started to stay longer."
WIP file name game
Thanks @every-lemon for the tag~
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Admittedly, my WIP folder is a bit of a mess. I tend to either start a new file for every new idea that never proceeds beyond loose notes, or dump a bunch of unrelated things into a single file. And then I forget about all of them. Putting this under a cut for length ^^"
Secret confessions after school~
1h sketch || theme: chocolate
Ship: Noctis/Prompto || Words: 600 || Mutual pining
Prompt: Frosted windows
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The bus is almost empty – by now, they are both adept at picking routes and meeting spots where Noct doesn’t have to worry too much about being seen. It’s safer and easier this way. It also means they can let their guard down and ignore the whole world, sitting close on the narrow seat and leaning their heads together over Prompto’s phone.
“This new one’s funny,” Noct laughs as Prompto’s thumb slides through his most recent cat photos from the shelter he volunteers at. He always makes sure to come back with lots of pictures. He loves taking them – and loves the smile they bring to Noct’s face even more.
The sudden warmth that crawls up his neck at the sight of that smile is all too familiar. Prompto tugs on his scarf to loosen it a little, even though he already knows it’s not going to help.
Maybe he shouldn’t let his guard down this much.
The tinny voice from the overhead speakers announces the next stop. With his thoughts elsewhere, Prompto doesn’t quite catch it.
“Wait, where are we?”
Noct lifts his head – he’s closer to the window – but doesn’t reply, except for a small sigh of surprise.
Prompto follows his gaze, and immediately understands. The window is all frosted over, covered with an intricate mosaic of ice crystals. They spread and spiral every which way, like a painting of a fairytale garden full of fantastical flowers.
And Noct’s profile is cut out sharp in the middle, his regular features and dark hair stark against the milky white pane. He’s still looking at it in quiet wonder with mouth slightly open, breathing out swirling wisps of vapor.
Prompto could lean in and kiss him right now, and behind this icy screen, no one would be the wiser.
“Beautiful.” He clears his throat, hoping it’s not too obvious what he’s really talking about. “I can’t see shit, though.”
“No, don’t break them!” Noct catches his hand as Prompto lifts it to swipe at the glass. His fingers are warm, stupidly warm in this chill.
“Sorry, dude, but I don’t want to miss our stop.” I don’t want to miss this warmth either, so please don’t let go, don’tletgodon’tletgo.
“Fine.” Noct gives his wrist a little squeeze, as if to make sure he’s not going to try and break free. Then, he puts his face up to the glass and lets his breath leave a small hole in the crystal tapestry, right in the very corner. “Here.” He smiles.
Prompto shakes his head and leans over him to look out this peephole. “The next one is ours,” he concludes.
“Good,” Noct replies. His hand rests on Prompto’s shoulder, keeping him draped across his lap. The window radiates a faint chill that does wonders to cool down Prompto’s burning cheeks. The sway of the bus rolls him closer into Noct’s chest in a lazy rhythm, time and again, until the metallic chime from the speaker sounds off at their stop.
As they scramble to the exit, Prompto casts one last glance at the frosted glass. From all the way at the door, he can’t see all the lace-like details, but he still makes out the hole Noct made – and the tiny, tiny heart scratched into the ice next to it, so small he would miss it if he didn’t know it was there.
He feels a little guilty for disturbing the pretty flowers – but as warm fingers close around his wrist again, Prompto has a small, silly hope that Noct wouldn’t mind if he saw it.
Back again with the 1 hour challenge on twitter! The theme was “winter sports”.
Bonus musings: in a no war AU, Noctis gets sent to spend winter holidays with Luna in a remote mountain estate. At first, he hates it there -- hates the cold and how boring it is. But then, he meets a certain energetic blond who shows him how much fun can be had there, and quickly wriggles deep into Noct’s heart ^^