walk tall

♛ RP blog for Noctis Lucis Caelum of ffxv. written by cello

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"Noct! I just gotta tell ya about this epic rpg that came out yesterday!" He let out a chuckle and pushed a hand into Noctis's shoulder.

"It's got these people who are all dressed as cats and like, they gotta go on this big adventure. It's totally epic and I wanted to know if you wanna try it out with me!"

{ ♛ } “A new RPG?” Noctis’s interest was immediately piqued. Although, he had to wonder why he was just hearing about this now. “You been holding out on me?” 

Prompto’s excitement was contagious, especially when it came to video games. The mention of cats, however, was the final detail that bolted the prince’s need to see this game firmly into place.

He fixed Prompto with an intense look. “Show me.”

[noctisalterna]

"How are you feeling? Do your legs still hurt?"

{ ♛ } Yes, the young boy thinks. But he doesn’t want to admit it. Tears fill his eyes as he turns his face away from her. He just wants to be able to walk normally again, to play and laugh and run like a normal child again. He doesn’t want to be able to only run in his dreams of carbuncle. It still hurts so much and, truthfully, he’s scared to try to stand on his own. “I’m fine,” he mumbles, unable to look at her, knotting his fingers together tightly.

@divinitychosen

[noctisalterna]

❝ a sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage. ❞

{ ♛ } “You done?” Noctis says, arms crossed, evident annoyance written into his features. A lecture is the last thing he wants.The coffee buzz had warn off pretty early into Gladio’s speech, and now he feels more fatigued than ever. Constantly being reminded of his responsibilities only makes him yearn even more to wander off to some random pier and forget about everything. It’s too much.

@aegisregalis

[noctsluciscaelum-blog]

Cape Caem.

video game challenge.  ↳ seven sceneries [1/7]

[noctisalterna]

❝ this time, we fight together. ❞

{ ♛ } “Like you can clear this dungeon without my five-star knight,” Noctis replies, eyes fixed on his phone and an overly confident smile tugging at his lips as he rapidly taps the screen.

@aegisregalis

[noctisalterna]

i forgot what i had on my rules page

[noctisalterna]

emerges like noct from the crystal

[scarletcommodore]

「king’s knight.」

[noctisalterna]

@scarletcommodore

She is accustomed to staying up late, hunting daemons for a living demands you to be alert in the darkness, though understandably it’s not for everyone. The prince’s apprehension towards her is apparent, but she lets it roll right off her shoulders, certain in due time her intentions would be clear. And even if they aren’t it would still prove to be entertaining to keep him guessing. Aranea chuckles, the thought of the young prince being lectured by his muscular guard curves her lips in amusement.

“King’s Knight?” She echoes his words, not bothering to mask the surprise in the sudden choice of topic. “No. I haven’t,” she admits, brows pushing together until they form a bemused crease.

She takes a seat on ground beside him, legs shifting until they are neatly folded beneath her. Her interest is piqued, she glances over his shoulder to the mobile device held in his hands. “Is this it?” she asks, eyes trailing the sprites moving across the small screen.

More than once she has heard her men speak of the game, but she has never actually attempted to play it herself. She’s not one for trivial conversation and supposes it would be better than staring at each other or out into the darkness for hours until dawn.

{ ♛ } Of course she hasn’t. Noctis frowns, staring blankly at the sprites dancing across the loading screen. The game is far less fun if you play it on your own, but he figures it’s better than awkward silence. Or awkward conversation. Why would a fierce mercenary be interested in a video game anyway? 

“Huh?” Noctis glances over at her, suddenly realizing she’s drawn closer to his side. “Oh, yeah.”  It’s strange to have one who was recently allied with the Empire glancing at something over his shoulder in such a companionable way. However, the more prominent thought is: she’s actually interested? 

“It’s this game me and the guys play together. I’ve got the most five star characters,” Noctis says with a touch of pride. He shifts the phone closer to her, granting her a better view of the screen, its colours vivid, the screen’s glow rendered sharp by the darkness.

“Think you got what it takes to save the realm?”

[noctisalterna]

Guess who’s not dead! Maybe.

[lonequixote]

It’s all too much  and not enough  at the same time.

Jack Kerouac (via lonequixote)

[luvologyo-deactivated20231018]

ffxv noctis caelum     ⇀    I’m home, I walked tall.   And though it took me a while.  I’m ready now.  Luna,  guys,  Dad……. I love you all.   (xxx) 

[noctisalterna]

Phobia Drabble Prompts

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.

[noctisalterna]

“I will always be on your side.”

{ ♛ }Ignis’s words pierce through the haze that has settled overthe prince. He stares hard at the floor between his boots, shivering throughhis jacket. The cabin of the train is cold and his heart is heavy. His handsare shaking, so he keeps his fingers interlaced, listening to the thickclacking of the wheels over the rails. Each one takes him closer to the unknown,to the hopes that are threatening to splinter within him. 

How can Ignis say that, like nothing has changed? Like itisn’t his fault the advisor is now blind. That Luna is gone. Dad. And nowPrompto…

Noctis clenches his jaw, his vision blurring.He wants to focus on his hatred for Ardyn, for the manipulation that scarredhis senses, twisting them away from reality. But as they finish the trektowards Tenebrae, his anxiety and guilt only grow. He feels himself shuttingdown again, but he knows he can’t. His friends need him. They have given up somuch for him. And what has he done but bring them hardship?

He needs to rally so he can be Ignis’s eyes. So he can bethe fighter Gladio has tried to train him to be. The friend Prompto deserves.

“You…got my back?”Noctis asks slowly, trying to reclaim some small semblance of the past, sorecent, yet it feels like so long ago.

[hwoaarang]

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[ffvii]

[noctisalterna]

Against Ignis' warning, you decide to take a midnight joyride in the Regalia. You're driving at cruising speed when suddenly you hear metallic groans from ahead. Upon closer inspection you realize it's two Iron Giants playing cards in the middle of the road. What do you do?

{ ♛ } Normally the sight of two iron giants would prompt Noctis to crank the gear into reverse and slam his foot on the gas pedal, but something about the scene impels him to press on the brake instead, rolling the car towards a stop. 

He squints, the headlights illuminating something in the giant’s hands and spread on the narrow strip of road between them. Are those…cards?

“What the hell?”

Noctis blinks. OK, he knew he was tired. He just hadn’t realized he was this tired. Clearly he needs to get to a resting spot and sleep immediately. He must be seeing things.

Just as he’s about to shift into reverse - for real this time - he recognizes a card one of the giants is playing. Is that…Triple Triad?

…….

Am I seriously considering getting out of the car…?

[noctisalterna]

You're walking to the fishing spot and you're ready to reel in a big one. A group of Magitek Snipers are chilling on the beach with margaritas. What do you do?

{ ♛ } Nothing, absolutely nothing comes between Noct Gar, the legend of the docks, and his prize. Not even….drunk MTs? Although those margaritas do look pretty good…

Noctis already has his fishing rod in hand, he isn’t going to back down. Not here, not now. This is the perfect time of day to catch his prey and he isn’t going to let it pass him by. There’s only one option. 

Gladio did say he’s better with a rod than a sword. Time to test that theory.