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“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” --Hamlet Tag: massadamnata Independent || Private Contains NSFW themes FFXV Ardyn Izunia RP blog. Written by Kevin

[massadamnata]

ardyn has moved

[infideliis-a]

i have decided that i will no longer be roleplaying ravus and ardyn on tumblr. i may be willing to roleplay them on discord if asked.

if you are the sort of person who, instead of telling someone how/when they’ve hurt you, lets it fester until you lash out then refuses to have a discussion informing them when/how they have hurt you despite repeated requests for that, then you need to rethink how you interact with other people.

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powerofkings:

Noctis nodded, frowning a little. “Well. I’m not gonna…not gonna try to control you anymore than you know, is already going on. But that’s not gonna stop me worrying about you, got it? And like-”

The king huffed. “For friendly reasons, I mean. But with this, with anything else you need to cope, what I can give, I will,” Noctis said easily  as he offered the food to Ardyn as well.

“Hell, I might envy you a little. I get the appeal,” he murmured, the taste of wine still in his mouth. “And I can’t really talk, don’t particularly think I’ve found any good way to cope even with my own issues.”

Ardyn was hesitant to accept the food. To have someone worry over him, how odd it was. To have Noctis of all people worry over him was even odder. After all he had done to him, brought down his kingdom and killed his bride-to-be, he still wished to worry for him. He still wished to be his friend, not that Ardyn knew what friendship was.

It had been a long, long time since he had truly had anyone to call friends, if he had ever had it.

“It is nothing to be envious of, Noctis. It is...” He sighed, turning his gaze to the window. “...It is rather wretched. You could do better.”

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khresme replied to your post: It's something she couldn't show by day; only when...

oh no it’s cute–

yeeeeeeeeeesss. my heart.

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floweringeclipse:

Like she’s going to trust a simple logo of a fruit on the bottle… Not that she isn’t willing to drink it if it wasn’t fruity at all, that’d just be rude of her.

Another bottle is taken from the grand collection and carefully handed to the man. Iris pops the cork off of her own drink’s and raises it slightly as if to toast. “What’re we celebratin’ or complainin’ about tonight?”

He’s never been one to care what he drinks. It all tastes the same to his tongue, so why should he care? A drink is a drink.

Ardyn accepts the bottle, popping the cork as well. With a brief smile, he raises the bottle to return her toast. “I have no idea. Have you anything to celebrate or complain about?”

[massadamnata]

It's something she couldn't show by day; only when it was dark and silent and sleeping. Lithe arms would suddenly embrace him from behind, cheek against his back. Were he to ask, he was warm and there. If they were to be engaged, then Luna would get what she could from it.

The night brings with it a sort of peace to him, granting calmness where none is normally found. Standing before the window with eyes closed and a bottle of his favorite wine in one hand, he hums softly to himself with the empty room as his audience.Until she comes.His voice trails off as her arms wind around his waist from behind, the warmth of her pressed to him, but how cold the moon is. The hand that does not hold the bottle covers her hands. Ardyn says nothing, does nothing more. He simply stands there, allowing her to claim the warmth.

[massadamnata]

As the years have worn on, there has been deterioration of mind and body, primarily the mind.

Ardyn’s body is kept strong, but this strength is sustained by the Scourge that keeps it alive. He should be dead, by all accounts, for he was tortured and executed. As time has gone on, it has grown more worn out and somewhat less able to cope with the burden of the Scourge. It grows more sensitive to sunlight. The skin cracks and bleeds easier; when the ten years of darkness arrive, his tolerance for sunlight, the lights of the havens, and the floodlights of humanity is minimal.

It is his mind that suffers the most. It has always been his mind that suffers the most. Ardyn grows more unstable mentally, more prone to fits of anger and rage and violence. The jealousy and bitterness fester; he is less likely to have mercy on someone.

It becomes more and more difficult for Ardyn Izunia to be separated from the Scourge.

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rex-cxiii:

“I will find another way to deal with Bahamut without sacrificing my people.”

“Best of luck to you, then.”

[massadamnata]

rex-cxiii:

“As much as I want to… I cannot let my people down.”

“It is unfortunate, to be stuck between a rock and a hard place.”

[massadamnata]

rex-cxiii:

“Destroying the Crystal would leave Insomnia defenseless.”

“It is my understanding that destroying the Crystal would also get to Bahamut.”

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rex-cxiii:

“Would that work?”

“It might. It is certainly worth an attempt, is it not? Hm.” A heartbeat for thought. “Perhaps you could utilize one of the Empire’s spear guns to penetrate the Crystal. They’re designed to take down gods.”

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rex-cxiii:

“I doubt giving Bahamut a smart phone will kill him.”

“Take a jackhammer to the Crystal.”

[massadamnata]

Cali has brought a lie mouse to Ardyn unharmed, she is a mighty huntress.

“Oh, the poor creature, you’ve frightened it...”

Ardyn sighs softly and takes the terrified mouse, giving Cali a pat on the head and a treat. Then he goes to release it through a nearby window.

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floweringeclipse:

… Well if he doesn’t mind at all.

–Alright. Maybe she minds a little bit. Iris has no clue how to figure out what kind of drink is in which container. She’ll just… have to settle with the plainest-looking bottle there is, as she finds the fancier ones tend to be less fruity. 

“Are you drinkin’ as well?” Perhaps she should grab another bottle.

It is a crapshoot, deciphering what bottle contains what, although a hint can be found on the labels: ones with fruits may well be a bit fruity.

“Always.” She should definitely grab another bottle.

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astralfennec:

     {Ow?}

     Oh no. Have his boops gotten so powerful they hurt now? This is a disaster! Humans boop him all the time. What will he do if he can’t boop back?

“Ow.”

He is old. Old and fragile.

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astralfennec:

     {Stop that.} Ardyn’s sour attitude will earn him a boop on the nose from the Dreamweaver.

“Ow. That was uncalled for.” Excuse him for stating the truth!

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itsdemmuses replied to your post “floweringeclipse liked your post “He’s got drinks.” He is not...”

Runa and Ignis would both like to apply for a rain check, as their mun requires sleep far more than they require booze.

If that’s what they want.