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Emergency hiatus

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So I was in FFU when

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"Whatever just happened... blame it on the dog."

@princexcharmless

Prompto looked at the flat tire of the Regalia, then to Noctis, back to the tire, Noctis, tire — what?! Getting up from where he had been squatting in front of the vehicle, the blond looked absolutely appalled at the idea. “Seriously Noct? It’s like you don’t even know me - do you think I could seriously blame a flat tire on a perfect pooch like this?!”

The dog in question was a fluffy terrier breed. One that Prompto insisted they pull over and help out because it was all battered up from what might have been a fight. Of course, after rescuing it and setting the GPS on their phones to the closet veterinarian, they had gone through a construction zone where a nail had K.O’d their tire.

Just their luck.

“Look, just call Iggy and get him to come help, I can walk our little dude the rest of the way. Moogle says it’s only about… an hour’s walk.

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"Prompto, there's a new recipe in town. Are you up for trying it?" Of course she'd only ask if she knew it had the chance to be good.

@bladedaltruism

Prompto set his bag down by the base of the stool, easily sliding onto it in Exo’s sight so she’d see he had arrived. With a day off from his jobs and pay day today, the blond figured he had enough to treat himself to seeing one of his favorite friends and having some of her awesome food! Dogs, photography, and food - beeline’s for Prompto’s heart. Metaphorically.

He perks up at the mention of a new recipe. “Whoa wait, seriously? How did I note hear about it? I’m totally up for trying it!” Leaning forward to put his elbows on the counter, he eagerly looked around the diner to see if he could get a peek at what it was. “So, what’s the new recipe?”

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Hostage Situation

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photowark:Ha! Noctis found it rather amusing how Ignis seemed to be so concerned that Prompto would be a bad influence. It seemed to be more of the opposite, or rather the egged on each other. Either way, the blond was his best friend, and had brighten up his life. That was the bottom line for him. And what mattered. Granted, when he did have his darker days, at times even Prompto’s bright personality wasn’t enough. Still. It was better. 

Running around in the hallway, someone’s probably already told a teacher. It’s not that big of deal, people mess around all the time and no one got run over. So. Nothing to worry about.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, ugh, running. “That was so cheesy,” he commented offhandedly with a snicker. Eraser still in hand, letting out a soft pant, and rolls his eyes. “Not with that attitude we won’t,” okay he was right, Ignis was too sharp for that. “… Okay, how about a month?”

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Prompto knew he wouldn’t be able to always cheer Noctis up, but sometimes just letting the other teen know that he was there was enough. It was enough to get through the lectures, the presentations, and everything else life threw at the Prince of Lucis. He catches his breath after a moment, thankful for all the practice in running he had done over the months.

A cross of the arms at the remark that his attitude would have Ignis noticing. “I know Ignis doesn’t like me already, so why add to that by putting me at risk for eating your veggies? Isn’t there something else?” He hears the whisper of other students before they notice that Prompto’s notice and scurried off. The blond notices that no teacher’s approaching them, as they’ve clearly dealt with this too many times before realizing nothing will make the two teens stop.

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[ Gonna try and work on some tags to people today. Updated my verse list to be up to date of what’s open and closed, and added one in that I’ve been actively playing in via threads. ]

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Az’s Thank You For Not Abandoning Me and Having Faith in this Dumb Blog and Crappy Portrayal 300 Followers Giveaway!!!

Hooray! That was an excessively long title.  

Anyway, I said I would do something once I finally hit 300 followers, and I’ve been sitting a little over that number for a little while now. I started this blog back in December 2017 to help me cope with a really dark point in my life. And while I’ve not been as active as I want to, I want to do something to give back to this community, as all of you have really helped me. And I’ve met some amazing, patient, and talented people here. So, I wanna thank you.

What am I giving away?

That’s right, three lucky people will get FREE ART from yours truely. Examples of my art can be found over on my rarely updated art blog or deviant art. These winners will be drawn at random using random.org.

First place: A full color, waist up piece of any  one (1) character of their choosing. Digital or traditional. Please state your preference.

Second place: An inked waist up piece of any one (1) character of their choosing. Digital or traditional. Please state your preference.

Third place: A sketch waist up piece of any one (1) character of their choosing. Digital or traditional. Please state your preference.

Yes, of course mecha and Transformers characters are allowed. I need the practice. Lmao. I am also willing to design/draw human/holoforms instead!

NOW THE IMPORTANT DETAILS, the rules, conditions, and how to join.

This is limited to my current followers only. I apologize! You guys have been suffering with me for months, this is for you guys. Yes, personals may join.

To enter, like and/or reblog this post. Each action counts as one chance. Only one of each are allowed. That means please only reblog this post once. If you reblog it again, you will be disqualified.You have a total of two chances. If you have multiple blogs, you may only enter on one. If you enter on multiple blogs, you will be disqualified. One like. One reblog.

Please keep in mind that my art is about as slow as my writing, and I have paid art commissions and deadlined costume work that take priority. It may take me a while to get to your prize. Please, please be patient! These may get done quickly, or they may take me a while.

This giveaway will end in two weeks, at 6:30 PM EST, August 3rd, 2018.

And that’s about all I can think of. So.

Good luck!!! And thank you guys so, so much.

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Munday Interactions

🎊 I’m happy to have met you.

😣 I’m a little nervous to interact with you.

💌 I don’t RP, but I follow you because of your interesting threads.

👭 Can we roleplay together?

👍 You’re doing great! Keep it up!

👌 Your character portrayal is amazing.

🙅 I think your portrayal could be worked on a little more.

💞 Do our muses have the potential to become romantic interests?

💭 Your thoughts on our threads?

💧 I don’t know what our muses can do in a thread together. Ideas?

💔 I would like to improve our muses’ relationship.

🗣 Care to talk outside of our threads? (discord/skype/twitter/etc)

✍ Could we have more threads?

☺ I love our muses’ relationship!

❣ Can our muses become better friends/lovers/rivals/enemies? 

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Prompto listened to the crackle of the fire, lost in the dancing flames before him. At some point he’d have to break the news to Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus. He was certain by now that Ardyn was playing no tricks with him, and had been reborn to an age where he hadn’t been corrupted yet. Hell, he had even gone and stayed with Prompto to make sure he was healed! Yet there was that skittish notion in his mind of ‘what if’. What if it was a cleverly planned trick? He wouldn’t put it past the man he knew after all. But that couldn’t be the case here.

No, he had to wait to cement all his thoughts into facts before telling them.

Finally he snapped out of it as the fire started to grow, feeding off of something. He had spaced - did Ardyn through something into the fire? Shit. He looked to the other man when he spoke, and noted something seemed off. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he wasn’t going to ask. “Yeah, it is late. Go ahead and sleep first. Starshell and I will take first watch and wake you at like, one or two okay?” He motioned to the tent over his thumb, now complete with two sleeping bags and a lantern. Hopefully the blankets would be warm enough. Feeling some chill, he dug into his bag and pulled out his thick coat, and Prompto slung it around him to keep the chill off of his back.

Starshell curled around him and slept, letting him lean on her as he cleaned his gun to pass the time by. It kept his mind off of thoughts of Ardyn and what he’d say to his friends before he was finished and started working on leveling up some more in King’s Knight. Ah, looks like Noctis logged in today too! Good, that put some spark of happiness back in his chest as he worked through some more levels.

Ardyn gathered himself and went to the sleeping bags, settling down under the covers but finding sleep a far off dream. The crackle of the fire helped ease his breathing, giving him a tempo to keep from spiraling down into a panic attack, but even so his body remained tense and on edge.

He didn’t want to know what he had done. He was assured in his current state that he was ‘himself’, the man he had been before…whatever had come to pass, but even so. Just what had he done? Enough atrocities to nearly bring the world to it’s knee’s seemingly. Even though no one had directly told him, and Ardyn had yet to ask, in their travels mention of the ‘years of darkness’ happened regularly, and every time Prompto would usher them away from the conversation or become clearly on edge around the matter.

So Ardyn had played a part it seemed.

He felt terrible of course but even that was a far off nightmare, the destruction of the world a hard idea to process, but the visions he had seen of himself and Prompto? That was something near tangible and weighed on his mind heavy and hurting.

When it was time for their shifts to change he tried to pretend to awake, but the ruse was lacking, Ardyn merely sitting and giving his eyes a customary rub, looking as rough as he felt.

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Prompto glanced over every now and then to Ardyn, trying to see if he was sleeping. Something was different, though he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe… he remembered something from the past version of himself? The version that sadistic, cruel, manipulative? Prompto wondered on this as he finished cleaning his weapon and sending it back to the armiger. The afterimage of it glowed red briefly before disappearing, and he settled back against his chocobo.

He watched the stars for a little bit, then looked back over at the sound of Ardyn waking. He could spot faking from a mile away and it was clear that the other man hadn’t really slept. Relaxed maybe, but not slept. Sitting up himself, he watched the other for a long moment before getting to his feet. Starshell looked to him with a head lift, looking at him with her soulful dark eyes, then to their guest. Their friend. Maybe?

Prompto wasn’t sure if he should use that title yet or not to someone that he had such a dark past with.

“Welcome back to the waking world, Sleeping Beauty,” he greeted, stretching. “Kept the fire going and found some extra branches and leaves to toss in if it gets low. Sleep decently?” The blond knew what the answer would be, but already Prompto knew he wouldn’t have the heart to call him out on it. “Kinda cold out and I know you’re bigger than me, but you can use my jacket around your shoulders to keep warm. Maybe Starshell will let you sit against her.”

The bird, after all, liked people near her.

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Ardyn gathered himself and went to the sleeping bags, settling down under the covers but finding sleep a far off dream. The crackle of the fire helped ease his breathing, giving him a tempo to keep from spiraling down into a panic attack, but even so his body remained tense and on edge.

He didn’t want to know what he had done. He was assured in his current state that he was ‘himself’, the man he had been before…whatever had come to pass, but even so. Just what had he done? Enough atrocities to nearly bring the world to it’s knee’s seemingly. Even though no one had directly told him, and Ardyn had yet to ask, in their travels mention of the ‘years of darkness’ happened regularly, and every time Prompto would usher them away from the conversation or become clearly on edge around the matter.

So Ardyn had played a part it seemed.

He felt terrible of course but even that was a far off nightmare, the destruction of the world a hard idea to process, but the visions he had seen of himself and Prompto? That was something near tangible and weighed on his mind heavy and hurting.

When it was time for their shifts to change he tried to pretend to awake, but the ruse was lacking, Ardyn merely sitting and giving his eyes a customary rub, looking as rough as he felt.

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Prompto glanced over every now and then to Ardyn, trying to see if he was sleeping. Something was different, though he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe… he remembered something from the past version of himself? The version that sadistic, cruel, manipulative? Prompto wondered on this as he finished cleaning his weapon and sending it back to the armiger. The afterimage of it glowed red briefly before disappearing, and he settled back against his chocobo.

He watched the stars for a little bit, then looked back over at the sound of Ardyn waking. He could spot faking from a mile away and it was clear that the other man hadn’t really slept. Relaxed maybe, but not slept. Sitting up himself, he watched the other for a long moment before getting to his feet. Starshell looked to him with a head lift, looking at him with her soulful dark eyes, then to their guest. Their friend. Maybe?

Prompto wasn’t sure if he should use that title yet or not to someone that he had such a dark past with.

“Welcome back to the waking world, Sleeping Beauty,” he greeted, stretching. “Kept the fire going and found some extra branches and leaves to toss in if it gets low. Sleep decently?” The blond knew what the answer would be, but already Prompto knew he wouldn’t have the heart to call him out on it. “Kinda cold out and I know you’re bigger than me, but you can use my jacket around your shoulders to keep warm. Maybe Starshell will let you sit against her.”

The bird, after all, liked people near her.

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[ Posts and inbox responses will be slower than usual for a few days. Nearly took my finger off with the chopping knife and almost fainted in the kitchen ]

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"Prompto, I'm here..." Noct whispers, quickly making his way back over to his friend. He's a bit shook, not even sure what he'd do without his dearest friends, especially Prompto. The prince, no, the young king holds the photographer tightly, almost as if afraid he'd disappear. "I won't leave you ever again. I promise. I'm so sorry."

@maledictusrex

Prompto’s laid out on the military cot in the dormitory they’ve taken refuge in for the night. Some how, the lights still work even in the desolate Keep. The blond’s blue eyes flutter open to look at his approaching friend and Prince and he gives a small smile. Astrals, he’s so tired from being suspended in that damn torture device. Sitting up with a groan, he’s just in time for Noctis to pull him into a tight hug, one that Prompto returns as hard as he can.

“It’s okay. You didn’t know,” and he repeats that last line again and again, trying to help his friend feel better. After a long moment, he pulls back, focusing on the dark haired man before him. “You’ll have to, when you’re king. But for now, I’ll keep you by my side as long as you want, Noctis.”

Pulling his friend down to sit next to him on the cot, Prompto lays back, keeping his face out of the lights that made the bruises and cuts more pronounced. “I’m honestly… just glad you came. It was what kept me going. Reminding myself that you wouldn’t stop looking for me and you’d find me no matter what.”