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"Hear me Gods above! No LONGER will I sojourn towards the light. The path I intend to tread is paved in BLOOD and DARKNESS!"
Hello! I am Luna and welcome to my blog for ARDYN LUCIS CAELUM from FFXV. This blog is Selective, Independent, mutuals only and is not spoiler free!! Have a look around && please read my rules!! Discord available on request.
* — DOSSIER & RULES
Is there even still a FFXV rp fandom or am I about to become the lone ranger
“I don’t understand, why are you doing this?” Words uttered in whisper. There are many things in the cosmos she doesn't comprehend. How will his actions bring prosperity, if the only thing she can sense is mayhem? ( hope this is fine? :3)
more random dialogue prompts
“Doing WHAT?” The man’s chuckling, hand coming up to adjust the hat on his head. “It’s a long story, one I’m tired of RETELLING again and again.”
Ardyn shrugs his shoulders. He didn’t expect no mere MORTAL to understand. “All you need to know, it that my HANDS ARE TIED. I have no real choice.”
The ceasefire‘s getting us nowhere. (from Nyx)
more random dialogue prompts
"You've got the wrong man if you're looking at me for some sort of solution. Even though I'm the CHANCELLOR I hold no political merit."
"You need to rest..." - oracleunchained
more random dialogue prompts
“REST? I assure you I slept plenty last evening; I’m wide awake.”
Hey yall remember how if you ask Ardyn to ride with him in his car he says, “You might find the cab fare to be more than you bargained for.” because yeah
𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎
THE KILLER
was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.
So THIS was it. The throne room looked little different from when he had last seen it. Granted the Citadel had been rebuilt many a time over, but the glorious stone walls and throne gilded in gold were still as inviting as EVER. It was exactly Ardyn's taste, gaudy and unappealing, but he couldn’t shake the excitement that crept into his bones as he ascended those stairs. It had been years since he'd stepped foot here, but he remembered as if it were yesterday. Ten, TWENTY years? It was nothing for a man who had two thousand years under his belt. In fact Ardyn was rather jaded, time meant nothing to him anymore.
Fingers brush over the armrest. It was cold and solid, much like the rest of the room. The hole blown into the side allowed a nice draft to blow through; the PERMANENT evening cooling everything to such a comfortable temperature. It was so lovely without the sun scorching him. Perhaps he was savoring this, as he pulled his hat free from auburn locks. No need for the thing, and so he sat it to the side on the armrest unceremoniously. Ardyn turned, lowering his frame into the cold marble- he was so, so tired. Yet he felt NOTHING. No triumph, no victory fanfare in his head. In fact it was NO DIFFERENT than had he sat at a local diner. A SCORNFUL look spreads over his face. He shifted once, and then some more but it never hit. There was no satisfaction to seat the throne, because he was still far, far from those wheat fields, from any Aera or Somnus.
For the second time in his life he felt TRULY AND UTTERLY alone. Bitter, outcasted. It was no different from his cell on that wretched island of Angelgard. The cold stone stung his skin much like the chains that used to bind his wrists, and the disappointment dug deep into his chest just as Somnus' blade had all those years ago. It was stupid, FOOLISH of him to think this would provide him with any relief! Of course not-with his dead infected heart pounding away inside his ribcage. The bitter reality hurt worse than anything he's ever experienced. He'd only feel that relief with death. But what did that feel like? Ardyn had been on the cusp of it many times, but never got to experience it.
Was it NOTHINGNESS? As if blowing out a candle? Or was it warm and comfortable, fading away into that blackness forever? And yet, as much as Ardyn craved death, he was fearful. Would he ascend to the gods? To a happy afterlife? Perhaps his torment would continue, this time without an end — And with that thought in his mind, Ardyn LAUGHED. Oh he laughed and he laughed! Laughed until the tears that ran down his face were black and sticky, until the sweet metallic taste of ichor filled his mouth. Did it matter? Did anything matter? He was nothing more than a WRETCHED pawn in the game.
I wrote a lil drabble about Ardyn’s disappointment of finally seating the throne it’s coming soon.
I just woke up from my nap and I’m thinking about Ardyn walking into the throne room in Kingsglaive and introducing himself as if he wasn’t the man who beat the shit out of Regis 30 years ago
Anyway ya’ll here’s more ansel shots because I’m down bad
wanting to play ffxv so I can take pretty pictures of Ardyn with ansel but dreading the mine in ch 10 and the whole of ch 13 💀
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
infideliis:
“You bastard.” Yet ‘bastard’ hardly scratches the surface.
Despite his anger, he remains at a distance; Ardyn had already shown a few of the tricks up his sleeve, and what is Ravus against them? “It did not ‘have to be done’! Not by you!” he snarls.
"BASTARD I am, and bastard I always will be." Ardyn's body language is languid, anything aside of aggressive. Ravus was right in assuming there was at least SOME threat under the faux kindness the auburn haired displayed.
"Ah— but that's where you're most wrong. I, however can't explain my motives to you."
ARDYN in battle .
bold what applies ━ italicize sometimes .
fights honorably / fights dirty (Adyn can and will fight unfair. Nothing is off the table; he’ll kick his opponent when they’re down or cheat to win if he has to.)
prefers close - quarters / prefers range (Obviously since he fights with his sword and hands predominantly, he tends to engage in close range combat. However he has the power of his armiger and will use it for long range attacks.)
chats during / goes silent (He’s a menace and will belittle them the whole time.)
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance. (IIRC Ardyn makes comments about not feeling pain during the final battle with Noctis. I think he does still feel pain but it’s highly diminished plus his healing abilities means wounds don’t last long anyway.)
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily (Ardyn will often shadowstep around his opponent before moving in close to unleash a barrage of attacks/and/or to get a ranged warp-strike in. (based on my own playstyle of him/boss battles with him.))
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first (Ardyn likes to play with his opponent but for the most part he cuts to the chase and attacks with intent.)
is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases
gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle (He’s more reactionary than planning out attacks.)
rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging (I think this stems from his immortality. There’s no risk involved.)
fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement.
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells (His main weapon is his blade, though he has physical attacks, especially in his daemonified form where all of his attacks are hand to hand. Most of his attacks are magic based.)
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional (Ardyn has no real weaknesses since he can’t die.)
transforms for battle / fights as they appear (Can transform into his daemonfied form when he’s injured enough.)
relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential (Most of his battles with everyone except Noctis/gang require very little effort.)
exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
avoids civilians / strikes down civilians
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go (I’d say his fighting style is pretty set in stone. It’s pretty similar to Noctis’ perhaps with more aggression.)
mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set (Ardyn’s power of kings is literally in his blood. It’s all natural for im.)
fancy footwork / sloppy footwork
messy fighter / elegant fighter (I wouldn’t say he’s strictly messy, but I also wouldn’t say he’s elegant. He’ll let himself get knocked around.)
accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy (He was only defeated once)
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block (Shadowsteps through attacks.)
defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable ( Lets himself get hit for fun.)
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method (No mercy!)
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready
fears death / fears pain / fears killing
has ptsd / avoids fighting
has lost a fight / has won a fight
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
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And I exist in BLACK AND WHITE but now I'm seeing RED I built a shelter in complacency Locked myself in and set FIRE and threw away the key So scared to live and I'm AFRAID TO DIE So am I living or am I just ALIVE?
DOSSIER .
Independent, priv. sel. ARDYN LUCIS CAELUM from FFXV. Adored by Luna!! promo cred
no god complex. only demon complex. i am going to make everything as terrible as i can on purpose
