of the same suit

indie multimuse, by Ala

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in alcohol’s defense I’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too

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back. back again.

It’s ya mun, Ala bringing back their multimuse. All shiny, new, and not cluttered with bad a tagging system yet.

I assume these things still go around faster than beg fancy self promos? So if you’d be intrested in rping with canon and original characters from:

Dragon Age

Final Fantasy

Mass Effect

Fallout

and like probably overwatch and some podcasts or some shit

Give me a follow, and rebagel this to pass it around?

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I’m Moving To This Blog

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outofmychair:

Noct makes a show of dragging one finger in an X shape across the left side of his chest. “Cross my heart,” he offers dryly, “I’ll eat my ice cream properly.” Frankly, he’s content to take whatever normalcy he can get before Prompto and Ignis get back and start fussing. Because he knows they’re going to. They’re good at it.

(not that Gladio doesn’t fuss–he does–he’s just less… crowding)

He stays a few steps behind Gladio, letting his Shield lead the way. Noct still feels a bit… crooked. Tired in a way that has nothing to do with lack of sleep and slightly wobbly, but itching to be on his feet all the same. He’s never been a great patient.

“I won’t have to carry you to get ice cream, will I?” Gladiolus teased, stopping for a few bicyclists to pass before they continued on. “Maybe we should go ahead and get some groceries from Ignis to cook something?” Gladiolus suggested.

(he looked to the farmers market that took up a whole street with narrowed eyes)

“Maybe just some snacks too” he adds, deep in thought.

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mxstertxcticixn:

Ignis’s arm shifts, wrapping around the back of Prompto’s shoulder without much conscious thought behind the action. It’s simply a natural reaction to Prompto needing comfort.

He sighs slowly, free hand reaching up to adjust his visor in a motion that’s less necessity and more restless habit. “It’s…probably best not to ask questions like that,” he replies. “None of us are ever going to find an answer that seems good enough.”

He pauses for a moment. There’s something else he should probably say, but they’re the sort of words he’s never been particularly good at putting together.

(his isolation from the others is as much his own fault for withdrawing, and he knows that. most of the time, at least.)

“Whether you think I’m busy or not,” he finally says, “I can make time. I would welcome the company from time to time.”

Prompto sniffs a little against the tears, and rubs at his eyes so they won’t come. “I just... don’t want to bother you” he mentions, staring at the ground before leaning heavily back into Ignis’s hold.

(he misses his friends.)

“Has Gladio contacted you?” he questions softly once he’s done hugging for now.

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outofmychair:

Noct is halfway dozing against Prompto’s shoulder at that point, so trying to pretend he would rather stay awake seems just a bit pointless. And far-fetched.

Besides, there’s something oddly comforting about the tent, even if they’re going to be in closer quarters than usual once Ignis and Gladio decide to head to bed.

(honestly, that’s really nothing out of the ordinary)

Slowly, he nods, though it’s with some reluctance that he starts to sit up. His half-full bowl is still on his lap and he sets it aside for the time being. He can scrape it out later.

“Yeah, alright.”

Prompto makes a point to shove pajama pants into Noct’s hands for once, and even takes a moment to change into sweats instead of sleeping in his jeans for once. “Let’s get comfy, alright?” he asks gingerly, hand reaching up to brush through Noctis’s hair.

(he unrolls the sleeping bags)

Prompto shimmies into his sleeping bag, takes out his contacts, and sits waiting for Noctis with his glasses on. He can’t even remember the last time he took his contacts out (he often forgot to put them on nowadays too).

[rcyalflvsh-a]

Finally doing replies, I’m doing prep for class and taking care of replies so I’ll be up.

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afraidofchange:

“They can only wait for so long,” Cassandra repeats herself, reaffirms that her work is important, peering up as he kisses her head, murmuring words she has only begun to pick up on - barely, at best.

“It will be, if I don’t do what I’m supposed to,” Here, she drops the topic, rests her head, hears Bull’s beating heart like a war drum. “Mm. You’re quite… warm in the night. Though… you could be a little less of a blanket hog.” She teases, gently pokes him in the stomach.

Bull gasped in surprise, “I can’t believe you would even suggest I am a blanket thief--” he says in a jokingly hurt tone. He grins at her, covering his stomach a little where she poked at him. He lifted his hand to carefully cover hers.

(his hand engulfed cassandra’s)

Bull relents finally, shifting finally to reach over for his eye patch. He stands, making his way to retrieve his pants and Cassandra’s.

"Could I escort you to breakfast, Seeker?” he intoned with a loving look as he passed Cassandra her pants.

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lvdyvex:

   ANY MENTION OF Percy’s family takes Vex by surprise.  It was a rarity to hear tales of those he had lost,  almost like Percy was guarding those memories closely so as not to lose them.  If she could,  Vex would hear them all,  perhaps even write them down for him so he doesn’t forget a thing.  Instead,  in the quiet morning she just listens to him talk.  “ I think your mother was right.  There’s something in the air here,  that’s for sure. ” 

She agrees,  even in Greyskull she never slept as well as she does here.  Part of her thinks it is because of the man in her arms instead of the air but she keeps that to herself for now.  A content sigh escapes her,  pressed against his hair,  with his fingertips moving slowly across her back.  “ It’s getting too long, ”  she admitted.  Though he was right,  they had been so busy that she hadn’t bothered to get it trimmed.  “ I like that you were paying attention.  It hasn’t been this long since I was a girl in Syngorn.  I should cut it soon. ”

“I notice things when they end up in my mouth in the middle of the night--” Percy teases with a huge grin eking out across his face, he kisses her gently as he stretches his limbs out until they popped.

(he felt rested, and now a little more awake)

Percy felt along her spine and counted  her vertebrae. “We should get up--” he finally mentions again. “I think we’ve overslept our allotted amount of time, Dear.” he murmurs quietly, pulling back from his nook against Vex to bonk his forehead to her’s a little.

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mxstertxcticixn:

Ignis slows to a halt when he hears Prompto begin to sniffle, one hand still on the blond’s shoulder. “Prompto.” His voice is softer than he means for it to be, but he’s not going to consider that a bad thing just now, and his grip on Prompto’s shoulder tightens slightly.

(is it wrong that he’s almost relieve to hear that at least one of them misses him?)

“Noct will be back, and sooner or later Gladio will stop running. And–” He’d meant to just leave it there, at Noctis and Gladio. He himself isn’t the important one, generally. “…And you always know where I am or how to get in touch with me.”

He pauses and turns his face away for a moment, before admitting, “I miss them as well. All of you, truthfully.”

“You’re always busy...” he points out carefully. He hasn’t heard from Gladio since he said he waltzed out of Lestallum alone saying he had to do something. That was months ago now. Prompto leans into the hold on his shoulder though, sighing heavily before he shrinks in on himself and wraps tightly around Ignis.

(it is perhaps sudden, but the hug is more for himself than for ignis)

“I just... why him? Why us?” Prompto mumbles against Ignis’s shoulder.

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all my grief says the same thing:this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. and the world laughs. holds my hope by the throat. says:but this is how it is

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mxstertxcticixn:

“Me?” Ignis scoffs good-naturedly at the question. “As well as ever,” he assures Prompto, one hand grazing past the blond’s arm before settling on his shoulder. “You needn’t worry. No more than I know you’re already going to, at least.”

He doesn’t say that he misses everyone, or that he still can’t sleep on most nights. It seems…irrelevant to the conversation at hand.

(and really, what good would it do to say it? they all have things to do and it’s not as if he ever expected to be anyone’s top priority)

“And what about you?” he wonders, letting the conversation follow what seems to be the most natural path. He tips his head to one side slightly as he asks, his expression turning faintly expectant behind his visor. “Other than weapons, minor electrocution, and Cid’s unlikely anger, that is.”

“Oh....” when the question is turned back on him Prompto grows uncharacteristically quiet. “I take jobs occasionally... feed cats.” he shrugs. He clears his throat as it grows tight. He doesn’t want to say it, but it’s the truth unfortunately.

(his chest hurts, and his eyes are puffy)

“I miss him.... and you guys.” Prompto states then, sniffing a little. He drops the topic as quickly as he decided on it. It is white hot and there’s not a day that goes by where Prompto doesn’t think of how.... lonely he feels without all of them.

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afraidofchange:

The plea comes as Cassandra sits up, bleary eyed and tired - but old habits just don’t die overnight. She smirks when her head turns, with pieces of dark hair stuck up and out of place - she cares little for her appearance now.

“Bull,” She begins, but soon gives in, keeping close anyways. “You know I have things to do,” Cassandra murmurs beneath her breath, sighs deeply, and turns back round to rest against his bare chest. A hand traces along his collar one, along his neck, to his jaw. “You’re making a bad habit out of me.” 

“Things can wait--” he replies in a rumbling warmth as he curls an arm back around her, kissing her head. At her phrasing, he lets out a warm little laugh followed by a soft few words in Qunari with a lazy smile.

(it’s a habit he intended to keep, fate willing)

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Bull states firmly, shifting a little to better accommodate Cassandra against his chest. There’s a long moment and he opens his eye back up to look at her, “Sleep well?” he asks warmly, threatening to break into a grin too wide for his face.

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lvdyvex:

    SHE HOLDS FIRM,  resisting giving up the warm blankets knowing the cold air would sting at her exposed arms if she did.  Yet, when Percy appears underneath she lets go instead choosing to wrap around him for warmth.  A happy sigh escapes as turns under the sheets to wrap around him better. 

“ That’s what I thought,  there has to be some perks for being a baroness. ” Living in the castle was certainly one as well but she liked the ones that let her sleep in and made good coffee.   His smile is infectious,  one of the many things she liked about Percy in the early hours of the morning where he was softer, warmer. 

“ Just for a little while, ”  she promised.  They would have to get up and greet the day eventually but for now they could stay like this.  Her chin came to rest on top of his head as she carefully tangled her legs against his.  “  Very well.  I don’t know why but I always sleep better in Whitestone.  What about you? ”

It slips out in an unexpected bout of truth.

(he blames the fact that he’s just awoken, but he knows that she makes him painfully truthful at any time of day)

“My mother always said it was mountain air.” Percy replies quietly against her neck, “I never knew if she meant altitude or not, but she was right. Even at our keep, our home, I don’t think I ever slept as well as I do here.” The gunslinger admits, nuzzling against the ranger. Sighing lowly, Percy settles further into Vex’ahlia’s hold.

“Your hair is getting longer” he notes, a wayward thought as the fingers skimming her back play with the ends of her hair instead now. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this long in all the time I’ve known you...” he rattles off, looking up at her warmly before kissing at her shoulder before stilling against her save for his fingers.