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♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with
i think it’d be loads of fun to rp with a ffxiv character sometime! i really love that game, and it’d be pretty neat to interact with a character like that as ardyn. especially since those races don’t really exist within the ffxv verse. ESPECIALLY an imperial character
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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character
i just answered that, but i’ll do it again, why not
i’d really like to eventually do some kind of plot in the middle of the 10 years where it’s all darkness, before noctis comes back, and ardyn approaches one of the remaining three chocobros while they’re separated
and just fucks with them
because i play ardyn as such an evil bastard
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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character
oh wow there’s just.. so much to choose from
i guess i’d really like to explore the darkest parts of ardyn, maybe. or rp out either prompto being captured in the whatchamacallit place and him playing with his head until he like.. joins his side or something
idunno, weird stuff
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✔: A plot you would love to play out with your character
★: A blog you'd love to roleplay with
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♔: A character (in general) that you'd like to interact with
☀: Another Mun that you really admire/respect
☣: A pet peeve about roleplaying
☠: Something you dislike about your fandom
➸: Something you like about your fandom
✉: Someone you're afraid to approach/unsure of approaching
☄: A doubt you have about your writing
☮: Something you're confident about with your writing
✿: Three of your favourite followers
❂: Three of your favourite blogs that you follow
❢: Your favourite icon of your muse's FC
♘: Your favourite icon of your Mun FC
☎: A picture of yourself
♫: An argument that you're sick of hearing
♈: An argument/topic that you could debate all day
promptsilver 150+ Follow Forever
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It’s been exactly three weeks and I’ve gained over 150 followers, and that’s absolutely crazy to me!
I started this blog on New Years Day, and honestly my year has been off to a great start <3
This is the first time I joined a fandom alone, or, without a friend to talk to about it. (This alone seriously made me so nervous I almost didn’t make this blog.)
None of my friends like Final Fantasy, and honestly I haven’t really played other Final Fantasy games, but this one was just so much fun, and Prompto stuck out to me as such a loveable character. I cried at the end, and I just enjoyed the heck out of the game.
I was worried I would make this RP blog, try to interact, not meet anyone/not get to know anyone, hit a wall, and go inactive. It has happened to me before, and I tend to play number games in my mind over being popular and concerning myself with things like that.
And yet, I haven’t felt that way at all with this blog. I’m baffled I have as many followers as I do! I’m so happy with the interactions I have going, and I’m checking my blog all the time, not just for my interactions, but I genuinely enjoy seeing you guys on my dashboard.
I just want to say, this isn’t an exhaustive list. I will (hopefully) always be expanding and reaching out more to people. However, you guys in particular really stuck out in my mind, and I wanted to say thank you. I hopefully caught everyone, and I hope to interact with more people on the way.
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congratulations on all the followers! here’s to more! :D
– I’mma Make A Deal With The Bad Wolf, So The Bad Wolf Don’t Bite No More –
oc/canon accepting | semi-selective | multifandom accepting | para rp
penned by brent
points you all to my ffxiv OC blog because he’s a perfect baby boy and i wanna rp him outside of game more
inferniangod
❝ Why are we talking about childbirth, of all...
“They’re all idiots.”
❝ Something I never once doubted, old friend. ❞
[ We Accurseds should gather in one room. Share wine. Try to stab each other in the back. Good times for all. ]
it’s perfect, really
one second it’s a cheery get together, the next second it’s well-deserved carnage
personally, i’m on board
(nooooooooooooooooo boi you hurt my brain y u do dis)
there’d just be so much daemon in one place
❝ Why are we talking about childbirth, of all things? ❞
“Apparently my father has been lying to me for a number of years…”
❝ Your naivety is certainly.... ❞
❝ Charming. ❞
(why would you do that to my brain)
SUFFER WITH ME
the-livewire replied to your post “ Why are we talking about childbirth, of all things? ❞”
"Cause these people can't get some and have to use their imagination."
❝ I’m beyond relieved that I’ve managed to avoid becoming a part of this conversation. ❞
out of chancellor;
i like to imagine all our muses just kind of awkwardly in the same room sometimes when i see dashboard stuff. like, imagine all these ardyns. just imagine them. right now.
❝ Why are we talking about childbirth, of all things? ❞
inferniangod:
For a moment if was just the Astral and the King. When their eyes met, the cheers of men paused, frozen over by the amber orbs staring back at him. Everything else matters naught but those happy orbs filled with glee. With the rays of a bright future. There was nothing better than to see his Ardyn. So full of life. Ifrit in turn gave a low bow to the wine haired man before him, a sign of utter respect between them. A god bowed to no one. But for Ardyn…for this man he would.
“And I to yours. I am forever your obedient servant. Nowhere else would I rather be but at your hilt. Like any loyal blade.” The ember eyed deity murmured softly. His words were true. For some reason he just couldn’t find it in himself to leave the other mans side. Something kept him here. Everyone knew their bonds were the strongest in the entire Kingdom.
The King of Light and his God of Fire. The Good Man and his Shadow. They had many names by many people. All of them true.
After the ceremony the party had begun. All of Lucis paraded with great festivals and entertainment. Music and laughter filled the halls of the castle as the coronation ball began. Beautiful gowns and royal regal attire filtered through the ballroom, many dancing or just chatting with one another.
Always by his side, Ifrit followed his King with soft chuckle. “You owe me Ardyn. Miss Molfitune came by, she was offering your pick from her twelve daughters. I told her you had retired just before she had come in.” The Infernian teased, resting against the balcony they had taken refuge for the moment. The music inside the castle walls could still be heard even out here.
“Ah…they’re playing my favorite song. I can hear it now.” Ifrit mused with a soft sigh. “Alas I can’t dance to save my life.” He joked.
His head was kept high as he watched his adviser dip his own, and for the briefest moment, his eyes widened. A subtle motion, for he was still present in front of hundreds - thousands - of people, but vulnerability that he allowed the deity to see nonetheless. Ifrit was a god. Ifrit was an Astral, a deity, an immortal. Yet still, he bowed his head, a sign of immense respect that nigh sent the King of Light staggering backwards in shock.
And then he went so far as to refer to himself as his servant, which prompted a far less satisfying feeling to settle in his stomach. It was not excitement, but confusion. Ifrit was no servant, he was a friend. A coworker. Someone to confide in, and who he hoped would confide in him, as well, should he be worthy of a deity’s woes. He was hardly worthy of being any higher than the infernian. If anything, he felt he was the one who should bow.
So he extended his hand, placing it on his shoulder, with a smile.
❝ Your gesture is immensely appreciated, my good man. However.. ❞
❝ You are no servant. You are to be treated with as much respect as any king’s sword should be; as my partner. The one person I will turn to to save my life. ❞
The rest of the ceremony felt as though a blur, after that moment was exchanged. It was quick, it was clean, it was filled with the mirth of the thousands of citizens he now ruled over. And after every good ceremony, truly a time for celebration, there was a good party.
So there the two found themselves, standing on the balcony, sipping champagne and sparing glances to the girls with their frilled dresses and the men with their gold-trimmed suits. Excellent company, to be sure, though he could not help but wonder what the situation was on the streets. Were the people celebrating just as much? Before a frown could even crease his lips, Ifrit was speaking up, with that chuckle that Ardyn so adored.
❝ Oh? I truly do owe you. - Although, you do not mean to tell me you, a god, can’t do something so simple as dance? ❞
Smiling, he took a sip of the alcohol, mischief dancing in that gaze of his.
chosenbythecrystal:
The laugh was enough to send chills down his spine but he kept going. He was almost glad when Ardyn didn’t respond. Whenever he did speak, it was to mock or tease him. Frankly Noctis could do without that kind of interaction. He’d much prefer to continue on in silence. He didn’t need the man’s help. For the most part, his directions were sound, but that irritated him further. Not only was Ardyn watching him, but he wanted him to reach his destination.
That didn’t help put him at ease.
For the first time ever, he was glad daemons were there. While Ardyn would be the ideal target of his anger, they provided a close second and for now, that would have to do.
Noct.
He resisted the urge to shudder as the man used his name with that mock familiarity that he’d grown to hate. Ardyn hadn’t earned the right to use that name, but he figured pointing that out would only encourage him to use it more.
“Shut up!” he yelled as he turned yet another corner. The halls seemed to be endless and he had no idea where he was or where he was going. He wanted to protest, to claim Ardyn was the one to blame but that wasn’t true. Deep down, Noct felt responsible because it was his fault Ardyn had captured Prompto.
“Enough games! You want to kill me? Let them go and come out and face me, you coward.”
He was confident they were still alive. If Ardyn was going to kill them, he’d more than likely want the Prince to watch.
“Please…just let them go…”
Noctis wasn’t one to beg, but his friend’s lives were more important than his pride. He couldn’t live with himself if they died because of him.
The rage the prince showed was exactly what he wanted. Ardyn yearned to suck the very life out of Noctis until he was forced to take up the mantle of the chosen king. He wanted to beat him down, tear his psyche apart piece by piece and reconstruct him in an image of glory. Only when Noctis became one with the crystal and earned the final blessing he needed would Ardyn be able to, within a sound mind, make his weave seamlessly together.
Patiently, as he had been these last two thousand years, the chancellor watched, through narrowed amber eyes, the corners the raven-headed youth turned. He was frantic. He was angry. He was fed up.
He was in perfect condition for what Ardyn needed.
He was having such trouble, was he? Then the daemon king would offer assistance. He had aided the masses in the past, why not one little boy, with a very unfortunate fate? Noct’s success was mandatory for his own, and being such, there was little tolerance the immortal had for his nephew stumbling down wayward hallways like a buffoon. The idea that his once-noble line had fallen to him was frustrating enough, he needn’t watch him make it worse.
Leaning forward in his chair, within the safety of the surveillance room, he fixed the menacing tone back into his voice and smiled, chin in his palm and one leg crossed over the other.
❝ Oh, you won’t find the way there, little prince. Unless you’ve sought to kill - or be killed - that is. How about we play a little game? I’ll give you hints, and you follow. You have plenty of time, don’t you? Unless you don’t want help finding your crystal.. Or your friends. ❞
❝ Ah, I’d nearly forgotten all about him, Noct. And he’s in such pain.. You may want to hurry. Who knows the condition of the other two? You don’t suppose Ignis is hurt, do you? Such a weight, he is, anyways. Haven’t you thought that it might be for the better? ❞
❝ Well, it makes no difference whether they’re alive or not. You still need that crystal. Perhaps if you follow the lights, you may find it. ❞
As if on queue, a hallway light flickered.
