without the lights | ap

Evander Ardal, Indie Multifandom OC | Penned by Auri

[deathclawjunkie-deactivated2017]

when u highkey wanna see if theres ship potentional with one of ur rp partners but ur too nervous to say anything 

[pridevowed-archive-blog]

I truly believe we were #blessed byNyx Ulric’s arse.

[cardiamachina]

I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)

[iuxta-blog]

                      NIHIL AMATUR NISI COMPRENDITUR

                                        YOU DO NOT LOVE WHAT YOU DO NOT KNOW.

[oracleborn-moved]

MOON   and   SUN     dawn and dusk      is where they              meet.

[lacecrown-blog1]

one of the best rp feelings in the world is when someone makes a tag for ur char/ship its like youve earned a little place with them and their portrayal of their character whether its an oc or canon and its so pure and good

[oathvowed-blog]

 — I AM A WEAPON, COMMAND ME.

independent nyx ulric. | highly selective. | read rules before following. | by nadine.

[angstmemes]

Send me two names and my muse will tell you who they’d save if they could only save one.

[valorguard-blog]

a young man of ten & five stood in front of prince regis , burlap sack in hand , sewn from crude material . he looked the part of a new recruit in the military , yet there was a razor-sharp edge to his words of profuse tenacity – strength unfounded in a mind still young .

                                                   ❪ personals , do not reblog. ❫

❛ hand me a weapon, ❜ he spoke , out of desperation / juvenile delinquency or both . ❛  let  me  travel  with  you  &  prove  myself. ❜ when  told  to  introduce  himself , a  simple COR LEONIS dropped from chapped lips , split multiple times in bloody , back alley fights .

[ashenhearted-blog]

@valorguard | it’s a hell of a feeling though

   ♄ There were times the Citadel felt like a tomb, marble walls and stone statues standing vigil over souls lost to a war that was started by the fathers of fathers. Evander hated the eyeless stares, the way they seemed to follow her even though they never moved and it was a blessing when Cor entered the room.

      The Marshal was much more pleasant to focus her attention on. 

      She straightened, hands folding behind her back and offered up a smile in greeting. “ You don’t look nearly as harried today. Did they finally give you that break you deserve? ”

      A beat and she adds “ Or did you just manage to get some rest? ”

[ashenhearted-blog]

💀 ( any verse ??? )

give me all of that ultraviolence || accepting || @dreadrogve

63. “You don’t love me, you just want to control me. There’s a difference.”

   ♄ Words spill from bloodied lips and the Hidden crawls her way across dirt, nails digging in through torn gloves and in that moment she does not think she can hate anything more than she hates the Taken. 

      Evie had been a friend once. A lover. 

      Now they were just a monster wearing familiar armor. 

      Her gun is too far out of reach now, pushed against the toe of a trembling boot so she draws the sunfire to her palm, uses it almost as a shield to slam against the leg of her enemy and Evander rolls away, hissing for broken ribs and fractured fingers but somehow she manages to stand, to drag herself up from the grass and rocks. 

      “ The darkness that consumes you will n o t touch me. I’d sooner die. ”

[aperturetrigger]

reminder that m/f ships are important, so are m/m, and f/f . let’s also not forget rival-ships and just general friendships. platonic bonds that are just as great as romantic ones. shipping things that makes you comfortable and happy is important too, shipping things that you want to and bonding over it with another person is great. or not shipping at all, just merely observing or spending time fleshing out your muse is amazing too.  all of this ? it’s important. do things at your own pace and for you.  (◡‿◡✿)  

[ashenhearted-blog]

@furiiosus | let’s have an adventure; head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered

   ♄ Shards fizzle around her head, shattering glass that doesn’t cut and dissolves long before it ever kisses the dirt beneath her feet. Evander is used to this, has been around enough Glaives to know the scent of battle and braun but this one is different. He is shades of red, a desert sky or deep sunrise and he smells like embers, as if a quiet fireplace in the winter had formed itself into a person and it nearly knocks her feet out from under her. 

      The smell reminds her of home, of life outside of Insomnia’s walls and she turns on heel in the training ground, fists curled at her sides to ground herself and she’s dizzy in spite of the authoritative tone her voice takes. 

      No doubt Drautos has this one on drills and she ignores the nagging feeling that she’ll regret this later in favor of striding to him. Her eyes barely come to his shoulders and the difference in height would have been laughable if she wasn’t still caught up in a haze of memories from before this damnable war tore her home away. 

     “ Glavie-- What’s your name ? ”

[swornbrand-blog]

                                                     Nothing left to fear, l'Cie                                                           Cradled in eternity                                                     Shore of sand, your fate awaits                                                            Oh surrender in the light

                                                               indie FFXV oc | written by doopy

[ashenhearted-blog]

♄ Final Fantasy XV

ii - the perfect creature rarely seen

   Origin is always a question on the tongues of the Niflheim court, but the young lady bears it no mind. 

   It isn’t a matter of disrespect so much as a lack of knowledge; her parents never properly sat her down and explained her home or the country in which she was born. There were times, in the dark of night when she should have been sleeping that Evander overheard them talking of her real parents. Names were never uttered, and the princess always wondered why the other children of the Court looked at her with such disdain. 

   Now she is older. She knows that origin is of little importance when Gods walk among men and so she buries the curiosity and minds her tongue, waiting for the right time to ask the right questions-- Even if the answers make a monster of her. 

[ashenhearted-blog]

♄ Final Fantasy XV

i - when the darkness wasn’t all you had to see

   In the chaos of the war, a young girl loses her family. 

   Her heart becomes fire and, after a member of the Crownsguard finds her among the rubble, she follows in his footsteps; at twenty-five, Evander is one of the King’s elite force, guarding what Insomnia considers most precious. She doesn’t fight the war for the King, though she owes Regis much-- Her loyalty runs deeper, to those she calls brothers and sisters in arms. 

   Most of her time is spent with work, routine training giving way to late night vigils among the halls of the citadel but when the opportunity presents itself she likes to check in on the Glaive; as one not native to Insomnia herself, she finds their company much more enjoyable than the tight-collared Council. 

[kmvnge]

Your mother did not raise you with a wolf in your chest so you could howl over losing a man.

read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since - r.i.d (inkskinned)