BURY YOUR HEAD.

independent prince noctis of FFXV.

[bokudou]

*me deeper voice* Goemon Smoochies

NOCTO YOUR STICKS

[satynael]

ascensionem:

warstep:

unwaken:

warstep:

unwaken:

hey can i get seven large cokes and a bbq sauce / @warstep

is pepsi okay

“i guess” i said sulking, my amber hued orbs peering down because of gravity 

`okay.’ i hand you seven large cokes and a pepsi.

    “hey guys what’s going on in this thread?”

` anyone else in this thread eat ass?’

[celestince]

: i liek eggs . “

[bokudou]

ascensionem:

warstep:

unwaken:

warstep:

unwaken:

hey can i get seven large cokes and a bbq sauce / @warstep

is pepsi okay

“i guess” i said sulking, my amber hued orbs peering down because of gravity 

`okay.’ i hand you seven large cokes and a pepsi.

    “hey guys what’s going on in this thread?”

hey just want to say i’m reporting everyone in this thread including myself

[ascensionem]

warstep:

unwaken:

warstep:

unwaken:

hey can i get seven large cokes and a bbq sauce / @warstep

is pepsi okay

“i guess” i said sulking, my amber hued orbs peering down because of gravity 

`okay.’ i hand you seven large cokes and a pepsi.

    “hey guys what’s going on in this thread?”

[ascensionem]

congrats on bein born to the little man

[ascensionem]

this is me... do u like what u see?

[dawnstrap]

Soft wonder lingers in Noctis' eyes, chin perched upon an upright arm; the quiet melody of Prompto's song easily leaves the prince astonished. A smile, unique of its kind, blooms — all smooth corners and bright radiance. With eyes fixed on Prompto, Noctis can't help but let out a pleasant sigh when it's all over. "...Wow," is all he says, because there weren't any words that could describe the warmth that thrummed in Noctis' chest.

@ascensionem.

There is an air of quietude that caresses their surroundings, gentle air, gentle voice, gentle smile – how truly innocent this all proves. It started with an insignificant hum that was brought about in a place of nervous silence, a harbinger of peace, a way to connect the worlds of nervous silence & content assurance. Though as he’d begun, he supposed he could not stop, hardly even thinking of where his voice would carry. It was a song he knows well, one well-practiced & sounded only in the presence of no one. 

It’s unusual that he’d allow these words to soar in the presence of anyone aside himself, yet he hardly thinks of it; it does not register. He’s become so comfortable alongside Noct, he almost cares not if he’d heard ( yet somewhere, he hopes he’d heard ). When he finishes, hands laid on his knees from a previous beat made in noiselessness, a cold chill washes over him. Perhaps just a gust of wind beneath this starry night, perhaps the uncertainty that comes with sharing a piece of himself never gifted to another, to feeling exposed, even if it’s just inside his mind. 

There’s a moment where no words are exchanged, where Prompto’s lip is tugged beneath his teeth & his hands know not of where to go; please, say something. He’d think, but never say. & yet, as if the Six had heard his cries, he’d been granted a single word response. Such was all it took to push a sigh of relief from his lungs ( accidentally, yes, & he hopes in speechlessness that Noctis would question it not ) as he smiles however daintily. A bashful grin, pink laid dusted across his freckled cheeks & he can feel the appreciative embarrassment sneak its way to the tips of his ears. 

A soft chuckle sounds from his lips, content, yet slightly flustered. 

                                     ❝ Sorry I didn’t tell you before.  ❞

[ataraxetta]

The King of Kings shall be granted the power to banish the darkness, but the blood price must be paid. To cast out the usurper and usher in dawn’s light will cost the life of the Chosen. Many sacrificed all for the King, so must the King sacrifice himself for all.

[bnbnb]

[ascensionem]

' heya... ' hesitancy slips through his breath, fingers curling at his belt loops as bottom lip is tucked beneath the upper in a nervous search for solace. how obvious they are, the emotions that wreak upon his features. a subtle hand tugs at his arm in attempt to request access to his touch ; how he wishes their fingers would intertwine, this midnight sky the only witness to this tragedy. soft breeze brushes through their hair & head is pressed again the prince's shoulder. ' long day, huh? '

An intake of a sharp breath almost chases off the moment -- subtlety had always been a surprisingly reoccurring presence in their quiet moments. However, Noctis breathes out after a pause, his form relaxing in a matter of seconds. ‘Long day, huh?’ Noctis couldn’t help but agree as he easily welcomes the contact. 

     “--Yeah,” Noctis says, “but it’s fine.” There’s another lingering pause, hesitance clear in his jittery fingers that hover just above Prompto’s hand. He’s barely tugging, and it’s enough to let Noctis know that he’s just as reluctant -- resisting a familiar urge. Eyes travel upward, catching Prompto’s own in their downcast sweep as they watch Noctis’ hand hovering both with mortification and hope mingled together all in the same instance. The quiet is too suffocating, so Noctis starts everything over once more with the same urgency that haunts them from time’s blissful past. His hand finds purchase against Prompto’s, and with a quiet grunt he pries his fingers apart to lock his own along the spaces in between.

The prince’s cheeks warm as he leans back into Prompto, hears his shallow breath as he presses for a closeness they both miss. His face buries itself into the space between Prompto’s neck and shoulder, and Noctis willingly chooses naiveté over reason. “...This -- is fine,” he mumbles with sincerity as his other arm wraps around Prompto’s waist.

They sway gently, enjoying the moment while it lasts.

[creamcheese-rpmemes]

Injured/Injury Starters

Injured

“Oh shit, are you alright?”

“Dude, I don’t think you’re alright.”

“Blood’s not supposed to be coming from there…”

“That looks broken.”

“Can you move your __?” 

“Are you okay?”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Who did this?”

“Did you do this to yourself?”

“How did this happen?”

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

“Do you need to go to a hospital?”

“That’s not supposed to bend that way.”

“Do you want me to look at it?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!”

“Stop moving!”

“There’s so much blood.”

“I’ll see if I have a first aid kit.”

“Just… Stay here and I’ll get help.”

“How did you even do this?”

“This happened in a fight?”

“Walk it off.”

“It’s not that bad.” 

“I think you need stitches.”

“You dumbass.” 

Injury

“I think I hurt myself.”

“I can’t feel my __.”

“I think my __ is broken.”

“Shit, that hurts to move.”

“I don’t think I can get up.”

“I’m going to try to get up.”

“Can you go get help?” 

“I need help.”

“I think I’m going to pass out.”

“I don’t think there’s supposed to be that much blood.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“I got [shot, stabbed, etc].”

“I can’t walk.”

“I don’t think I need to go to a hospital.”

“I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“Stop laughing, this hurts.”

“My last words better not be stupid.”

“That was a dumb idea.”

“Shit, that burns.”

“I’m fine… really.”

“Damn, I can’t get the bleeding to stop.”

“I got into a fight…”

“I feel lightheaded.”

“It hurts to move.”

“Can you look at it for me?” 

[mistress-light]

Nyx: “Is that the way of our King? Sacrifice Lucian sons to save his own?” 

Lunafreya: “To save the world.”

Gifset requested by: @lovinas

[ascensionem]

lazuliss replied to your post:

are you literally dropping your mixtape on us rn

HELL YEAH

[ascensionem]

hey I did absolutely Nothing today n that’s not new but if any of you are interested you could check out this noctis fanmix I made? :^

[noxtics-deactivated20180329]

[ascensionem]

this isn’t important at all but I recently discovered how u can change how ur dashboard looks w/ stylish n for some reason the space background I chose is rly calming?? wild

[ascensionem]

dawnstrap:

                 “ Mm… ”   Hum reverberates from his lips, sound pouring them if only for a brief moment ; he lacks intensity, lackluster eyes lost to the glimmer of the moon that reflects on them from above. Words bear a certain emptiness in which Prompto understands as an unwillingness to expose the truth ; whether this itself is true or whether it is not. Weight is shifted forward as he half rocks forward, only to still himself with his fingers folded & his elbows against his knees. Feet press against the radiant stone beneath them & while the dark would give him chills in the night, there is a certain peacefulness he cannot help but let overtake him.

                    “ You too, huh ? ”   & he gives an implication that he is not alright, that he knows that Noctis is not alright, & eyes get lost in their wandering about the abyss that stares back at them ; a haunting black that shades them in its possession.  “ Long day, I guess… ”   

Eyelids slip shut with a sigh. “Tell me about it.” Noctis shakes his head, a huff of bitter laughter escaping him. The confession’s small, but relieving all the same -- the prince had thought he was alone in this. The heat of the fire warms him, but something else does too. Hesitantly, Noctis turns his head, eyes trained on Prompto with attentive curiosity. He peers at him for only a moment, taking in the stars dancing in both the sky and in his eyes. But like constellations, there’s a darkness that clouds Prompto’s mind too, so Noctis tears his gaze away in respect.

     “I... uh,” Noctis anxiously glances this way and that, before settling on staring at the fire once more, “I guess we can sit through it together--” Lips purse together, stomach sinking. Noctis steadily looks towards Prompto once more, only now, shimmering with hope in the idea of companionship. “---if... you want to...?”