new url change!! from xluciscaelum to kingsacrificed!! and now i’m gonna be on here more so let’s get to plotting babes!!
i’m not dead i swear also like this for a starter when i’m not dead.
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Richard Siken Edition
Send a line in and I will write a drabble inspired by it for our muses.
Scheherazade
- ‘ Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. ‘
- ‘ …it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forget that they are horses. ’
- ‘ It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’
- ‘ …the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. ‘
- ‘ Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. ’
- ‘ Tell me we’ll never get used to it. ’
Little Beast
- ‘ Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. ’
- ‘ History repeats itself. Somebody says this ’
- ‘ History throws its shadow over the beginning, ’
- ‘ He had green eyes, ’
- ‘ so I wanted to sleep with him— ’
- ‘ the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire not to disturb the air around him. ‘
- ‘ Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, ’
- ‘ his skin barely keeping him inside. ’
- ‘ His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before, scars like train tracks on his arms and on his body underneath his shirt. ’
Visible World
- ‘ Sunlight pouring across your skin, your shadow flat on the wall. ’
- ‘ The dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. ’
- ‘ You had not expected this, ‘
- ‘ You raised your hand to your face as if to hide it, the pink fingers gone gold as the light streamed straight to the bone, ’
- ‘ The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through. ’
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“Unfortunately, baby, as a Prince you don’t get that chance often. I remember when your father was your age, he felt the same way. Gods, for a while the only way I could see him was if I sat in on his training sessions.” Aulea laughed quietly at that, her hand resting on her son’s back.
“Yeah, I doubt that.” He didn’t mean to sound so mean but he was frustrated. He couldn’t even hang out with Prompto without someone bothering him or telling him to go study another dusty book. He hated those books. “Mom, I just want five minutes of peace.”
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“You have to take things at your own pace, Noctis. Your dad is just worried and wants to make sure you’re prepared. You still have a long time to go, though.”
“--- I know. I know I just---- Can’t it stop for a minute? I just want to be my age for once. What’s so wrong with that?” Noctis knows what’s expected of him, but this was all too much. All at once. He couldn’t do this forever----
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“Noctis, sanggol na lalaki, just talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“. . . Just. A lot. Dad’s really pushing me to learn all I can about Kingdoms and--- it’s just. . . all too much.” Did that make him weak?
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“A drink then?”
“. . . Yeah. I could do a drink.” There was so much NOISE inside his skull. It was running through his system. “Thanks.”
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“….Right.” Prompto was trying to help. He spoke softly. “We don’t have to talk about it then.”
“--- Sorry. I just--- don’t know what to say.” He paused for a moment before speaking up again. "I'm not good at this--- talking thing."
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“Does it look like I care, my little one?”
“--- . . . Still don’t wanna.” Little one? Why does she still call him that? He’s not little anymore.
“---- I really don’t wanna talk about it.”
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“You need to take better care of yourself.” The words came out a little more snapish than Aulea had intended, her steps bringing her right beside the boy and the beast on the ground. With one clean motion she brought the arrow from his throat and wiped it off on the cloth she kept tucked into her belt. She couldn’t always afford to buy new arrows. Being able to reuse some? It made a world of difference. Her eyes took in the boy - man - king after that, each feature and each movement that his body gave. Some of it was familiar, similar to what his father would have done. Some was different, new in a way that made her ache more than she ever had before. “Are you lot okay?”
“Uh---- erm, yeah.” He didn’t know what to say. Why were women coming to his aid all the time? And why were all kind of--- badass about it? Why didn’t he learn to make entrances like that? Noctis looked over to his friends, who seemed to be okay. Ignis looked a little dizzy but he was trying not to show it. Gladio seemed unphased but Noctis’ knew by looking at the way his chest rose that he was exhausted. And Prompto? He was sitting down on the grass complaining. “--- I think so, yeah. Uh--- who are you anyway?”
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Me: Prompto doesn’t get cool things like Carbuncle, or Umbra, or Pryna… Katie: You know what he gets? Me: Sadness? Katie: A cheeseburger, because his parents aren’t there to cook him dinner.
i’M NOT WRONG
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Ok, think about ffxv, except the only difference is that Carbuncle ages with Noctis
Alternatively an excuse to draw baby Noct ;3
like this for a small starter from noctis because birthday boy
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“Oh ha ha, very fun, your highness.” Prompto said the title with a roll of his eyes, though the grin never left his face. It was something he was finding more common now that he had a friend in the school. Things were looking up, and he couldn’t be more happy about it. Maybe that’s why he was so perky, so ready to come to the building now when before he would drag his feet the entire way and zone out during the classes. “I don’t cheat, excuse you. No, I made up an acronym.”
“A what?” He frowned, as he put his hands into his pockets. Mostly to look cool. Not that being the King’s son didn’t make him cool enough but Noctis also had a thing with crowds. He wasn’t into them. It made his chest hurt and he never knew what to say. At least Prompto was with him now. “So what’s your fancy acronym then?”
in the darkness i will meet my creators .
ind. sel. rp blog for noctis lucis caelum of final fantasy xv. read the rules and don’t be a douchebag.
Prompto smiles at Noctis before handing his friend a box that was wrapped in birthday paper that he tried wrapping it in, but it was a mess. ❝ Happy birthday Noct! I hope you like it. ❞ (figured I'd send something :) )
“— Hey, you didn’t have to get me anything.” Not that’s he’s not gonna take it. After all, Prompto obviously picked something out and wrapped it ( is that wrapping or is that fuck it I gave up wrapping? ) “Seriously though… thanks.” There’s a small trance of a smile there.