Hearth and Home

Indie FFXV RP blog for Titus Drautos, multiverse, OC friendly, and crossover friendly.

[worldbecomefantasy]

Featuring verses and AUs included but not limited to:

Modern

Final Fantasy XIV

Final Fantasy XV

Star Wars

Devil May Cry

Dragon Age

And many more to come!

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Archive

Yeahhhh so I kinda bamfed out here and I apologize for that. Y’know how 2 months ago I was like “hey look I made an OC blog?” Well it’s not longer just OCs so I’m gonna move Drautos over there. Any threads I have going here are free to port over. I’m gonna be moving all my verses and stuff as well. It’s literally the exact same Drautos just on a different blog.

@chosenbythecrystal

@glaiveofruin

@ anyone else I had threads with

Y’all are the people I know I was threading with, so if y’all are interested in keeping threads DM me on @worldbecomefantasy and lemme know, or HMU on discord Sweetlittlehawke#6317

[flirtsuke]

Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message. 

[sweetlittlehawke]

Hey guys! As some of y’all are aware there’s a major thing I need before I can graduate known as a cross cultural trip. In order to do that though, I gotta have money. As such! If y'all could commission some artwork that’d be fantastic! If not, then just reblog this so other people can commission some artwork. Full details on my commission prices can be found HERE.

[worldbecomefantasy]

Hey guys! Tis Kai/Hawke with yet another blog! All the usual stuff applies: mun is 21, OC, crossover, and au friendly. All my muses here are OCs and they include: 

Cyrus Zerrin (FFXV)

Desmond Malley (Fandomless)

Khal and Rion McNiven (Fandomless)

Like/reblog if you’re interested in interacting!

[libraryofmemes]

Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom.

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chosenbythecrystal‌:

It was several hours later that the boy woke up to find himself in a bed that wasn’t his bed in a room that wasn’t his room with noises that were far too loud (at least to him). Panic instantly began to fill him as he sat up, the memories that led to this moment coming back. Mr. Drautos…he’d offered him a ride home – something that Noct had taken him up on – then he had bitten him. Actually torn into his neck and drank until he…died? He thought he’d died at least. There was something else… he’d made him drink his blood too.

Noctis hoped more than anything that it had been a bad dream. Maybe he’d had passed out or something and Titus had taken him back to his place. He wouldn’t be able get into Noct’s apartment if he was unconscious, after all.

That hope was quickly quashed when he reached up to touch his neck and flakes of dried blood came off making him wince. So it hadn’t been a dream.

The boy climbed out of the bed, taking a moment to steady himself before digging around in his pockets for his keys and phone. Both were gone and he could only assume Titus had taken them and fear joined his panic. He moved to the window. The curtains were drawn shut, so Noctis opened them ever so slightly to peek out.

He regretted it when the sun hit his cheek and burned painfully enough to make him cry out jerk the curtain back before stumbling back. He hadn’t been in the sunlight enough to cause any real damage, but the skin was hot and red like moderate sunburn.

Paperwork was far from enjoyable, Drautos would much rather sit down with a book to read, but if he’s to keep his store running smoothly paperwork must be done. Legalities have always been the most boring part of every era the world goes through, but they are something that every era has.

Worse still was his tendency towards keeping backups of everything. Technology is good, and he’s grateful for the advancements that have been made, but he doesn’t trust it. He wants his own records, on paper where it won’t crash or get infected with a virus. Thus does he take on the daunting task of writing down everything he keeps electronically from the store.

It takes several painful hours of writing, copying down the information and filing it away. There are several papercuts that little his hands by the time he’s done, but he pays them no mind. Such minor cuts are far from problematic and heal quickly. 

Just as he’s filling away the last pieces of paper he hears shuffling in the bedroom, followed by an exclamation of pain. There’s a quiet groan of annoyance, knowing that Noctis probably just tried to look outside into the sunlight. 

Leaving the filing cabinet behind, the last few papers still sitting on top of it, he heads for the bedroom. He opens the door and stands in the door frame, looking at the boy. His face is red, inflamed from the burn of the sun. “Look like I don’t need to warn you to avoid the sun then.”

[commanderoftheglaive]

glaiveofruin‌:

She could put out the fire. She can actually do something useful.

Without a second to waste she hits the floor with a blizzard. Ice and snow coats the floors, desk and most the wall. However it didn’t hit the fire.

She just blinked at it owlishly. “Ok that one is on me.”

There’s a moment that passes where Drautos doesn’t react. He simply stands there, adjusting to the sudden drop in temperature and now uselessness of his office. There’s an annoyed sigh before he finally moves. He reaches down to grab the trash can, and then heads for the door. “I’ll deal with this. You’re on gate duty for a month.”

Drautos is not a happy man.

[libraryofmemes]

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

[commanderoftheglaive]

chosenbythecrystal‌:

His screams were muffled by he hand over his mouth and he began to thrash desperately, squirming and lashing out at the man but to no avail. Drautos was a bigger build than him anyway, but he possessed what Noctis could only describe as a superhuman strength. Or perhaps the blood loss was making him weak.

Probably both.

Vampire – that was the first thought that came to mind, but that was a stupid, irrational thought brought about by too many late night horror movies but…what other explanation was there.

Slowly, the boy’s struggles began to weaken and his cries were no louder than soft mumbles against the man’s hand, though the tears were freely flowing. When Drautos pulled back, Noctis was much more compliant. He didn’t have the energy to fight or scream, though his eyes widened at the sight of the knife.

It wasn’t used on him though. No, Titus cut his own wrist and pressed it against his lips. He clamped his mouth shut, but not before some of the crimson liquid passed his lips. The taste of copper was strong and Noctis gagged, but the teeth were soon back in place, draining him of the blood he had left.

After a few moments, his eyes closed and he slumped against Titus.

Dead and ready to be reborn.

Noctis tried to fight back, tried to resist, but his attempts end in failure. There’s a fear in his eyes when Drautos pulls out the blade, and Drautos would be lying if he said he didn’t take joy in that look of terror. The end game is certainly getting Noctis to stay with him, but the primal instinct of his very being does enjoy the fear that comes from prey.

Very little of his blood makes it into the boy’s mouth, but only a drop is needed. Noctis gagged and choked, trying to spit it out but Drautos knows all too well how hard it is to get blood out of his mouth. To stop him from fighting even more, and finish the job, he returns to draining the blood from Noctis. 

The time to takes to finish him off is hardly worth thinking about. Noctis collapses against him, lifeless and quickly growing cold. Drautos lowers his body into the car, and closes the door. He walks to the drivers side, and climbs in. He drives home, to a decently secluded house. It’s not so secluded that anyone would be suspicious, but it’s private enough that no one will question Drautos carrying Noctis’ limp body into his house. 

He takes the boy to the guest bedroom and lays him on the bed. The windows are covered with blackout curtains, but he pulls them together, just to be safe. Should Noctis wake after the sun rises he’d rather not lose him over such a foolish mistake. Until he wakes though, Drautos heads out of the room to his desk in the living room, planning to get some paperwork done.

[commanderoftheglaive]

chosenbythecrystal‌:

Noctis had no reason to believe anything was wrong. His boss was a nice guy who looked out for his employees and certainly a better option than walking home in the middle of the night. Especially when Noct’s apartment was in one of the rougher neighbourhoods. He couldn’t afford anywhere else just yet, though like with the car, he hoped to rectify that when he graduated. He’d be able to pick up more shifts and maybe he’d be able to get promoted to a management role.

He was studying a business degree, so that should help his chances and if not, he’d look for work someplace else, as much as he liked working at the sporting goods store.

Just as he was about to enter the car, he was slammed into the metal frame with enough force to wind him. A rough hand in his hair tilts his head back, making him wince.

“Mr…Mr. Drautos?” He croaked out before full out screaming as the teeth tore into his neck.

A hand raises to cover Noctis’ mouth when he screams. There are enough troubling rumors going around as it is, he’d like to avoid those rumors cropping up near his store. It’s bad for business, and worse yet it will attract hunters. The rumors certainly wouldn’t be wrong, but then it’s even worse for business.

The blood tastes sweet as it passed through his mouth. The more he drinks the weaker he can feel Noctis getting. The boys skin is growing paler, eyes hazing over as his body struggles to keep him conscious with the loss of blood. He pulls away, licking blood from his lips. 

“Your turn for a drink,” Drautos says, grabbing a knife from his pocket. He raises it to his own wrist, slitting it open and putting the bleeding cut up to Noctis’ lips. He doesn’t need much for the vampiric blood to take control of him. Soon Drautos would have someone to entertain him forever.

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glaiveofruin‌:

Her voice went up an octave. “I told you what happened.I walked in to give you files and your bin was on fire.” She wouldn’t be this stressed out if she had actually done it.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid to stand around if I had done it?” Legally she couldn’t smack him with the folder but morally she really wanted to.

He sighs, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn’t find out the start of the fire. He holds out a hand for the folder, “Go get something to douse the fire,” he orders. 

The fire doesn’t seem to be getting worse, if anything it looks to be dying down. It shouldn’t get any worse in the time it takes her to get some water, or one of the mages. Their magic is likely just as useful, even if a bit over-dramatic for the situation.

[commanderoftheglaive]

Remarkably remembering munday exists AND looking good for it so heyo here's my face

[dkbatv2]

lonely? develop a god complex.

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A PSA cause I’ve apparently confused several people lately with me jumping between blogs. I run and am active on the following:

@worldbecomefantasy

@galahdsglaive​

@stylianileoke​

@commanderoftheglaive

@sweetlittlehawke​ (my personal)

[monokumamemes]

First Interactions / Break the Ice Starter Sentences

❝ Hey, excuse me, you dropped this! ❞ 

❝ Don’t get wet, stand under my umbrella with me. ❞ 

❝ I’ll pay for your [meal/coffee/groceries/etc] ! ❞ 

❝ Hey! Watch where you’re going! ❞ 

❝ This seat’s free. Come sit. ❞ 

❝ Sorry, I couldn’t help but to stare… ❞ 

❝ I wasn’t staring! I was just.. spaced out! ❞ 

❝ Is that… blood? ❞ 

❝ Woah, you look pale… are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital? ❞ 

❝ I can give you a ride if you need it, beats walking. ❞ 

❝ Did you just breathe in my direction? ❞ 

❝ Don’t look at me like that. ❞ 

❝ I don’t know you, but I really want to hold your hand. ❞ 

❝ … I really hate the awkward silence in elevators, you know? ❞ 

❝ Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else. ❞ 

❝ Don’t look now, but this person has been following you for two blocks so I thought I’d approach you and act like your best friend or something. Sooo, how have you been? ❞ 

❝ Is there something in my teeth? ❞ 

❝ Did you just hold my hand? ❞ 

❝ Um… that’s MY seat. I ALWAYS sit there. ❞ 

❝ Hey um, that guy/girl is totally eyeballing you. ❞ 

❝ Let me buy you a drink sometime? ❞ 

❝ Oh my god don’t move there’s a spider on your shirt- ❞ 

❝ What… are you doing? ❞ 

❝ Oh! Can I have one of those? ❞ 

❝ Hey! Can you help me out? ❞ 

❝ Can I walk with you? ❞ 

❝ Oh, you live here? This is awkward… ❞