The Royal Consort - Prompto Argentum

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[psychedossier]

//That was a long break, wasn’t it? I’m still coming down from the Naka-kon high and I’m working on editing the photos I did. Expect to see me start getting back into the swing of things around this weekend. I’m gonna try to relax until then. Toodles!

[fuhime]

Constellations

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pair: Noctis/Prompto

Rating: T

Summary: Their king would much rather spend his days where the sun still shines and the stars he can still see.

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[rubatosiis]

nxctcaelum:

    @rubatosiis is an asshole pass it on

CACKLING

[rubatosiis]

When Prompto opens his locker, he'll find a small army of Peeps stacked precariously within. Where are his text books? Who knows; replaced with small marshmallow birds as they are, it's anybody's guess. Hopefully they don't fall....

“Seriously, Noct?” Prompto laughed as he gazed at the precariously stacked boxes of peeps of all different colors. He liked them well enough, but mostly for the sake of putting them in the microwave before consumption.

The boxes began to tilt and he slammed the door closed again to prevent them all from spilling out onto the hallway floor.

“...You’re gonna help me eat all these.”

But where were his books?

[rubatosiis]

mal-fortuna-juvat:

That…was a potion?

“That unusually shaped bottle is a potion?” Utter disbelief. Absolute, utter disbelief. And he isn’t sure he actually thinks this is a potion and not some weird lewd object. “I find this very, very difficult to believe.” 

“What? You act like you haven’t ever seen one of these before.” Potions were common even in the mecca of Insomnia. Or at least the preferred container of potions. They were used for energy drinks and vitamin supplements all the time. “You just uncork it, knock it back, you feel all tingly and you’re better. Easy, right?”

[mal-fortuna-juvat]

@rubatosiis 

“…I’m not sure I want to know how to use something like that. I hope it involves remaining fully clothed.” Poor boy is so apprehensive. 

[rubatosiis]

“What kinda potions do you use without clothes?” Now Prompto was a little apprehensive. He figured this guy must’ve been of some sort of importance by how he was dressed, but so far he’d just been...off. Not like the anxiety-inducing off, but the are you lost, do you need an adult off.

“Wait, no, don’t answer that.”

[rubatosiis]

“This looks… inappropriate.” [mal-fortuna-juvat. oops]

“What’s inappropriate?” Prompto held up the elixir flask, honestly bewildered as to what the man was getting at. “It’s just a potion. I could show ya how to use it.”

[noconsequence]

“This looks… inappropriate.” - Rubatosiis

“…It is Spiracorn mating season, I’m not surprised to see such acts from them.” Why on earth Prompto even pointed that out was beyond him.

[rubatosiis]

“Not what I meant.” Prompto expected that; he had his camera out for a reason. What he didn’t expect was Ardyn to be standing so close to him while he took pictures of Spiracorns trying to do the do. And was he leaning closer to him? It felt like he was.

Prompto took a step to the right to try and avoid the touch. “Seriously, you have some weird fascination with animals, dude.”

[rubatosiis]

“He died from poor life choices.” {noconsequence}

“Ya know, you’re really not much help in this department either.” Prompto set down the controller and looked at the older man. Honestly, why was he here again? Some inspection of the dorms? And why was he critiquing his gaming skills?

And why was Prompto letting him?

[nxctcaelum]

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More Twitch quotes from Feb. 24

“The creator of Batboy, the musical.”

“I don’t know the Catbug.”

“Excuse me, sir, there are no performers allowed.”

“Sir, we didn’t order a mime.”

“And then he.. died? And was reborn…”

“So have you ever been a mime before?”

“You’re already able to walk around and look places; that’s more than people who have never played games can do.”

-sad trombone sound effect-

“This is the newest Mario game, Fallout.”

“He is in a box of gratitude!”

“You hit a landmine, so you’ve lost both of your legs. But it’s fine! Nobody panic!”

“They’re growing my legs back, dude.”

“I think I like… stole your baby and killed your spouse.”

“Greenscreen dreams- shattered.”

“Are you squishing my face? That’s very productive.”

“We’re opening song requests for whistling.”

“I’m close micin’ it.”

“He’s doing magic tricks. I don’t know what’s happened.”

“Lookin’ fine, even as a mime.”

“When the flavors all come together like that, it’s pure genius.”

“An upper class twit.”

“Just for buying the game, you get a trophy.”

“They throw things at me- see? This is love.”

“In the past five minutes, you’ve been called a precious sunflower seed, a cinnamon roll, an actual cinnamon roll, and someone claimed that they would lose a leg for you.”

“I really wanted to know about all of the cinnamon rolls!”

“I never wanted to be a pastry before now!”

“His hair would taste like sweaty ramune.”

“And then you invited me to Chipotle. And it made my life.”

“We are several tens of thousands of dollars in debt because of ______.”

“That’s one of the things you tell kids and they believe you.”

“In his cinnamon roll, there’s a razor blade.”

“Dear boy, why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap?”

“He smells like licorice and broken dreams.”

“I’m feeling all kinds of possessive right now.”

“This looks… inappropriate.”

“It sounds like a baby being strangled!”

“I did a math.”

“Shut your cute ass up!”

“Every time _____ smiles, a puppy is born.”

“Sheep are vicious.”

“He died from poor life choices.”

[fuhime]

Finished Prompto! Nothing fell apart and my wig didn’t fall off once. I’ll consider this a successful cosplay day!

[rubatosiis]

//the fruits of my labor! Went out and did a sign-up event for the new geek club at my school and got to meet tons of cool people, even some that were actually my tumblr followers! //Highlight of the day were people asking if they could take selfies and say Prompto’s lines. I had a blast and we signed a bunch of people up!

//Activity is still sporadic as I finish things for Naka-kon. I may do a starter post for some of my muses come my next day off. Gonna try to get Neil and Alvin cooperating at the very least. I miss you guys! Feel free to hit me up on whatever your preferred message service is!

[rubatosiis]

//Hey guys! I’m still alive, but I’m neck-deep in ye olde con crunch! I still have to finish up my scarf for Alvin and the final touches on Jesse and Prompto. I’ll be around soon enough. <3

[savants-nine-and-twelve]

Bust a Base

[rubatosiis]

enforcers-nine-and-twelve:

“Good old fashioned revenge. Honestly this sort of stuff has been planned for a while now, it was just the attack on Insomnia that was the final straw.”

He sighed deeply knowing it was finally time to tell his boyfriend everything. No more worming around half truths. He would just have to trust that Prompto would be able to take it all in…

“First, I need to apologize to you for not giving you my real name all this time. It’s not Toji, it’s Twelve.”

Unlike Nine he hadn’t really bothered to hide the small tattooed number on his arm, though if Prompto had noticed it before he hadn’t brought it up.

“You know that I’m dying and what I am, well it’s all Nifleheim’s fault. I’m one of their escaped labrats.” 

Prompto tensed up at the first confession; that his boyfriend’s name wasn’t even Toji. Twelve, a number, not even a name. What kind of bizarre person named their child a number? But the more he spoke, the more it began to click. The tattoo on Toji’s arm, the mysterious illness, why he was after the nifs in the first place.

“T--” Prompto stopped himself, swallowing thick, biting his lip. “You’re...from Niflheim? What are you talking about, a labrat...?” As in experiments? Experiments in what? Magitek? What was this all about?

Absently Prompto fidgeted with the cuff around his wrist, knowing full well what strange marking his own body carried. “Tell me what’s going on. Don’t dodge the question either.”

[rubatosiis]

enforcers-nine-and-twelve:

Sounded like Prompto had it a bit rough. Just how much had his family neglected him? Sure he was old enough to take care of himself now, but there was no telling what he had gone through as a kid.

“I don’t plan on leaving you anyway.” He assured, resting his head on Prompto’s shoulder comfortably.

“Think we can go somewhere a little quieter? Hearing too many colors at once can make my head hurt a little…” Such was the risk of just wandering down town. Most of the time he had just adjusted without a fuss, but the idea of curling up somewhere quiet and peaceful with Prompto sounded nice. 

Somewhere quieter with Toji...After such a confession, Prompto didn’t see any reason to decline. He smiled, allowing the other to rest his head against his shoulder. “Yeah, wherever you want...” He spoke in hushed tones, absently wondering if that would change the color of his voice. Would it appear more transparent? Less vibrant? Things to ask later, perhaps when his boyfriend didn’t look so worn.

Prompto took Toji’s hand carefully, fingers lacing with fingers as he smiled. “Maybe your apartment? Or mine...?”

[andromedas-tears]

[miss-scientia]

“Is it done yet?”

“No, Prompto.”

“Oh okay okay…… how about now?”

[rubatosiis]

Prompto, turning to Noctis: Hey Noctis, is there any kind of pictures you want me to take ?

Noctis, probably eyefucking him: Well, you, for a change.

Prompto: Oh... Haha sure, why not !

Game: Prompto will take more pictures of himself until the next time the group sleeps.

Me: And that's why I didn't let them sleep for a solid 10 days.

[rubatosiis]

nxctcaelum:

    No, Prompto, he wasn’t going to drag you out at the ass crack of dawn for a catoblepas. That was your job, remember? Frickin mushrooms–                                                                             anyway. 

    Noctis crept across the gap, shifting his bag on his shoulder as he held out his hands. “Hey– shh, hey buddy.” The chocobo perked up with a trill of inquiry, its feet shifting with the instant urge to bolt. It locked eyes with Noctis, though, and stopped, chirping again. He smiled. “There ya go, girl.” he said, waving a hand to encourage it to come closer. “Yeah, I got something for you…”

    A couple something’s, if Prompto was to be included. Maybe he should have left some of the greens with him….? Nah, Noctis could handle it. He opened the bag with his free hand, and the chocobo inched closer, head cocking this way and that with curious energy. But he was getting it off the water. Wasn’t that kinda the goal?

   After a few moments of trepidation, it took a heavy step onto the riverbed, then dropped its head into Noctis’s bag. He was going to have to wash that thing in the next inn. He knelt down by the chocobo, reaching out a hand delicately with a small smile. Serene- it’s why he liked spending time with this particular animal. With the moon, the quiet sound of the water lapping against the shore, the way the cerulean of her feathers glinted in the light… he pat her gently. “There’s a good Naia.” he whispered. “Now… I got somebody I want you to meet, okay buddy? Just… stay cool.”

    Noctis peered back, catching Prompto’s gaze with a grin. He waved him closer. Come here! he mouthed. This was his chance to get up close and personal, after all…

It was difficult for Prompto to contain his joy at the sight. Noctis, who had always been so phenomenal with animals, had somehow managed to befriend the rare bird. Had really gone through such lengths just so he could show Prompto?

Hell, Prompto would have been happy even if it was a regular chocobo. He loved the giant, majestic birds more than was usually considered normal ( not in any weird way; as they say, there’s no wrong way to love a chocobo ).

Prompto kept his camera held firmly in grasp as he inched closer, earnestly resisting the urge to chatter delightedly about how beautiful the creature was, or how Noctis managed to get so close to it.

“This is amazing.” Prompto tried to keep his voice down as he came to crouch next to Noctis. He didn’t want to scare the bird, though the temptation to bury his face in its feathers was great. “How did you manage this?”