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[ofargentum]

Welcome to #OFARGENTUM ... this is a highly selective and mutually exclusive roleplay blog for FFXV’S PROMPTO ARGENTUM est. may 2019. My Prompto is SINGLE-SHIP EXCLUSIVE WITH @ofscientia​ , meaning I will not ROMANTICALLY ship with any other muse. This blog is mainly GAME BASED with some influences from brotherhood. However, that being said, Prompto has really developed under my OWN PERSONAL HEADCANONS. So, think, lucas canon.

Written by LUCAS (HE/HIM), 34 years old. You may know me from my CAPTAIN HOOK, @piraticalwit or my LUCAS NORTH (@spynorth ) . Due to my own age and the potential nature of this blog, I will not write with anyone under the age of 18. this blog will run on a queue with priority going to certain partners. I follow only those who I am interested in writing with and try to keep a fairly clean dash. 

                    RULES ** UNIVERSES ** HEADCANONS

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i haven't abandoned prompto again. i went back to school full time and am working my ass off to get a degree this december in psychology. patience as i get used to it again please ... weird adjustment !!

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A tornado watch means I’m shaking my little chocobo loving pants off. Like this for a starter! Length will vary but less is more with mobile.

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I’m convinced she’s the cutest thing any of us have ever seen.

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Hired a babysitter so I could do dishes while Hunter was at work. Pretty reliable so far. 10/10.

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Cor is a girl ! 😂

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Life on the road is a funny thing, it moves with a disturbing ease from best thing ever to never wanting to see the inside of a car again… weeks spent grieving the loss of things once considered so normal that now dance just on the edge of a distant horizon, tantalizingly close but still out of the blonde boy’s reach. Their shelter is relatively quiet, a sanctuary from all but the heavy humid air and his best friend’s currently accusing look… so its with a dramatic sigh that Prompto presses a palm to his chest, feigned hurt dripping within every syllable. “Oh man. What? You think this is about the bugs?” It is. Its totally about the bugs. “ ... dude. Every step from here to that lake looks like it’s full of things that want to kill us. Want to eat us .. Whether you agree or not.” A particular dense set of brush sets his teeth on edge - if he holds his breath and listens, he’s pretty sure he can make out a faint buzzing.

Thanks but no thanks.

“Seriously, bro. I’m good here.” But as Noct turns to leave, he’s struck by the idea of silence, so its with a scrambling of legs and arms that he suddenly finds himself outside of his beautiful haven, palms brushing imaginary lint from his pants. “On second thought - how can I make you do this without me?” Lips purse in a low whistled melody, shoulder knocking against his friend’s own. “Someone has to get photo evidence of whatever tiny thing you reel in today, am I right?”

@royalarms s.c

[haomnyangz]

press triangle to let prompto slay

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My phone keeps changing prompto to Pomeranian and Noct to Notre Dame so I guess ffxv is now about dogs chilling at church.

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Writing on mobile is so hard. Yall gotta bear with me.

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Cor! Coming home soon ❤️

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A tornado watch means I’m shaking my little chocobo loving pants off. Like this for a starter! Length will vary but less is more with mobile.

[mer-een]

"Always got each others’ backs, right?" - "You know it."

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@corderis : “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.”

They’ve found their way to the shore, a salt soaked haven of soft gull cries and a warm wind that ruffles the length of his hair as if it’s greeting an old friend. The waves pull against the toes of his boots like they too are eager for adventure, dampening rough leather in their attempts at persuasion, and for a moment Prompto finds himself fighting the urge to dive in, to see what secrets the water holds.

“Uh.. really? You think so?” Gloved fingers pick a half-buried shell free of its sandy prison and with a single toss send it out to chase the beads of light dancing atop the water. Kairi’s words hurt in a way he can’t quite explain, leave an ache in the hollow of his chest where he’s sure a memory is meant to be, and as if on instinct nails begin to curl themselves into sensitive palms, leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake. The breeze that ruffles his hair feels more taunting jester than old friend now, a teasing voice that dares him to remember that tantalizing light that is nothing but a dim glimpse through reigning shadows.

Teeth bite at a chapped bottom lip as he considers the girl next to him, cornflower colored eyes tracing the lines of her profile. Ghosts and echoes of friends dance around them, faint silhouettes of a life once lived, and Prompto can’t help but wonder if she sees them too, if familiar strangers whisper her name in the dark of her bedroom at night. His voice, when he speaks, is quiet .. a soft, halting thing that is flavored in the apologies of a boy scared to lose the only friend he has.

“What is it that you remember forgetting?”

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The idea of leaving home for the first time and having your car break down leaving you stranded in the middle of nowhere and at the mercy of a hick mechanic who tells you that you gotta go fight wild beasts is an INSANE concept

[senstrike]

Will you teach me karate please

only if you can beat me in a fight right now

[ofargentum]

Fangirling as we speak.

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A tornado watch means I’m shaking my little chocobo loving pants off. Like this for a starter! Length will vary but less is more with mobile.