mouthpiece of the gods

SWEET IS THE MOON SHE WROUGHT raise the moon to the stars, kiss the sky with your bleeding knuckles for you are the screaming goddess of everything holy / unholy / aching, you are the finality, the messenger, empty the ache onto the creaking floorboards of your stolen youth. they call you queen of the dead ; of everything no longer breathing gurgled blood in your rib cage, and the last bastion betwixt the end of all and the end of him.

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nvm im just gonna remake! gimme a good second to make it and ill post the blog!

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u deleted that meme but thats not gonna stop me from telling you how great your noctis is. if it wasnt for you i probably wouldnt still be writing ( LOL WRITING ) luna a year later. everything all three of us made up for our canon has been the best experience and you've always inspired me to write my best and create these wonderful hcs especially ones we shared. everything u make it unique and amazing and i couldnt have asked for a better noctis and best friend

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DAHLIA! one year ago (almost to the day!) i made a blog for noctis after frey and i got into it and i was kinda eh about sticking around - i had fun, but i need world building. i need plots. one year ago we started a thread that escalated to a long novella style escapade that to this day i still remember and think about and MOST IMPORTANTLY one year ago i met my best friend, my sister, one of the most important people in my life. we’ve been thru some shit. and here we are one year later still writing lu//noct and coming up with new plots and new ideas every day.

i love you! i love the stuff we write together, i love our canon, and anytime someone compliments me on realism or world building i hope they know im here, committed, and inspired with fresh ideas every day because of you. thank you for everything.

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:/ @royalrite @argentrite

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i was held at gunpoint to post this 

@royalrite

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i want so badly to be active but every time i try to mess with my icons im never satisfied with them and its frustrating me

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“ the irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time. ”

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     Feelings. Ignis shuddered. 

    To talk, to feel, to be open with oneself and those around you; he left that to the emotional entourage he tagged along with, those who complained publicly instead of quietly behind closed doors — he couldn’t say the same for himself. Refined. Quiet. Composed. Perhaps blank, perhaps empty; all descriptors he had heard and things he had resigned himself to be. After all, maturity did not come part and parcel with a delicate soul. Lowering his tin cup to the table he was  propped against, he cast Lunafreya a sidelong glance.  “I warned you about the coffee, My Lady; it leaves the soul empty.”

    But… he can’t imagine how she must feel to be so far removed from everything familiar. Gods love the four of them, he cherished his brothers more than life itself, but they were a veritable horde of uncultured idiots. He included himself in this analogy wholeheartedly. When this was over… ah. He’d burn Prompto’s camera.

    “…Are you lonely here? You don’t need to be.” There’s a brief movement of his arm as he moves in to touch her; perhaps the tips of his fingers to her upper arm, or his palm to her back, but he hesitates — not for any poetic reason. For the simple fact that he smelt like a nights worth of sweat crammed into a small room. As did she. Though he would never admit that out loud. She was a lady, after all. Perish the thought. ( He would scrounge up the funds for a hotel with a shower tomorrow night. ) “That is to say — You’re among friends here. Distractions may offer little than a moments respite from the pain, however…”

   He flicked his gaze towards the middle of camp and, pushing his glasses up by the bridge of his nose, gestured to the other three going about the idle business. “I suppose I can hardly say I understand where you are right now in your life, your Highness, but I can say with sincerity it wont matter too much to you after a few weeks with us. Some ungodly mixture of long drives and behemoths will surely put your soul at ease.”

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me: i love my rp partners we have such a lovely fleshed out canon divergent au

@sacredrite and @argentrite proving me wrong again and again:

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                        WOO! WE GOT SOME                                       REAL CHEMISTRY HERE .

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" it has been far too long, my beloved. for all the summers come and gone i have waited to see you once more. " her presence is winter and her fingers are cold as they caress his jawline and cup his face between their palms.

            ‘Lo, like fire, his presence shifts to wrap around her; lady of the ice taken hand-to-cheeks ‘ere he dare speak a word. He feels not the chill of her bone, but the warmth of pale flesh as they both are — bound by skin and fat and muscle, tucked into ribs too wide to hold the leaking parts of them. But he holds her and, oh, he thinks not of the sword in his chest, of the war and the fight and the mountain where his body lay. He thinks of her, those moments where he held her and the people of Solheim sang songs of fire and ice in love.

            “Even still, after all I have done?” It is strange, how the body he inhabits thinks to smile, how his Chosen’s lips upwards at the edges and his teeth peek between red lips. He feels love in his heart. Ifrit thinks to share the sentiment. “My love, you are patient beyond words and kind beyond more, our work is almost done; beyond these bounds I will be with you again. Beyond flesh. Wait for me a moments longer. I will fix what I have wrought.”

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a daily reminder that noctis ( @royalrite ) is the king of ifrit and luna is the daughter of shiva thank u for coming to my tedtalk

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August 30th: luna + favorite trait(s) or physical feature(s).

“I do not fear death. What I fear is doing nothing and losing everything”

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royalrite:

“You think the empire would take a break so we could go ice skating?”

He seems nonetheless amicable to the idea, and happily weighs the pros and cons of it while adjusting his binder ‘neath his shirt yet again, as if that might somehow fight the heat. It does not, naturally. Noctis casts her a long stare. “Too lazy to move. Wanna watch a movie and make out?”

while the idea was humorous, she knew well the empire would never take any sort of a break unless they’d managed to get what they wanted ( and even then they were relentless ). luna merely rolled her eyes at his suggestion and pushed herself up out of her seat. it was a comical roll, one to tease him for even asking something like that. always was he forward.

“ i don’t think ignis would appreciate walking into that and he also had asked us to clean up the room. if either of us get in trouble then you will certainly not receive anything from me. ”

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royalrite:

           Binders are sweaty. He’s sweltering and sulking.

she’s sitting in the corner of hotel room, fiddling with one of his belts laying around the floor and watching him sulk. really, he should be picking up the clothes he’s left around, but she can’t complain; she’s got a few dresses piled up on the bed.

“ we could also go to the ice rink if it is too hot out. ”

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la dispute ;; somewhere at the bottom of the river between vega and altair // sentence starters.

SUCH SMALL HANDS.

❝ i think i saw you in my sleep, darling. ❞ 

❝ it went up with the bottle and down with the beer. ❞

❝ you ought to stay away from here. ❞

❝ i think i saw you in my dreams. ❞

SAID THE KING TO THE RIVER.

❝ this place is not your home. ❞ 

❝ i know it’s warm beneath your sheets. ❞

❝ we’ve no time to waste with meddling in affairs. ❞ 

❝ i’m at your bedside with a bucket full of lies. ❞

❝ you’ve given us a name. ❞

❝ darling, come for me. ❞

❝ if love is a bridge, we built it wrong. ❞

❝ she’ll never come back. ❞

NEW STORMS FOR OLDER LOVERS.

❝ i have half a mind to make you hurt, to make you bleed, to make you suffer. ❞

❝ they’ll never believe what you’ve done. ❞

❝ i’ll always be here with you. ❞

❝ always is valueless. ❞

❝ i guess love’s a funny thing — the way it fades away without a warning. ❞

❝ there is nothing you can do to stop me. ❞ 

DAMAGED GOODS.

❝ i was your chance to feel complete. ❞

❝ you kissed your fear instead of me. ❞

❝ it’s too late to change your mind now. ❞

❝ we escape to our mistakes, for they wait patiently for us. ❞

❝ only my fear can set me free. ❞

❝ don’t you dare speak another word. ❞

FALL DOWN, NEVER GET BACK UP AGAIN.

❝ if you’re cold, i’ll keep you warm. ❞

❝ there’s so much beauty in a storm. ❞

❝ hold my hand, and stay with me. ❞

❝ you speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze. ❞ 

❝ they will still envy you and i. ❞

BURY YOUR FLAME.

❝ i’m not afraid of failure. ❞

❝ i wasn’t ever close to perfect, but i never let you go. ❞

❝ i will bury your problems in me, so sleep soundly. ❞

❝ i held your heart in my fingers, and now it’s gone. ❞

❝ you’re the only one i want. ❞

❝ you’ve been flirting with distance, princess. ❞

❝ we should have known from the start that this wouldn’t last. ❞

LAST BLUES FOR BLOODY KNUCKLES.

❝ i can fix it, i swear. ❞

❝ how strange to think we once were lovers. ❞

❝ when you speak my name, you shudder. ❞

❝ you’re giving into failure. ❞

❝ the promise that you made was meant to live forever. ❞

❝ some love just fails without reason. ❞

❝ there is nothing you can do. ❞

THE CASTLE BUILDERS.

❝ i can fix it, i swear. ❞

❝ how strange to think we once were lovers. ❞

❝ when you speak my name, you shudder. ❞

❝ you’re giving into failure. ❞

❝ the promise that you made was meant to live forever. ❞

❝ some love just fails without reason. ❞

❝ there is nothing you can do. ❞

ANDRIA.

❝ you still cross my mind from time to time, and i mostly smile. ❞

❝ what’s the point, anyway? ❞

❝ you were too afraid to speak, and i could never understand. ❞

❝ if i had to do it all again, i’d feel the same pain. ❞

❝ i’ve been afraid, my dear.. ❞

❝ you’ve been away for years. ❞

❝ i held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear. ❞

❝ so, dear, no matter how we part, i hold you sweetly in my head. ❞

❝ if i do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. ❞

❝ if i can’t love you as a lover, i will love you as a friend. ❞

THEN AGAIN, MAYBE YOU WERE RIGHT.

❝ i spoke too soon, it seems, for you made a home in my dreams. ❞

❝ i will not let my fear become the only world i’ve ever known. ❞

❝ set me free; i’ve wounds to mend. ❞

❝ i fear i’ve changed my mind again. ❞

❝ oh, god, it’s too late. ❞

SAD PRAYERS FOR GUILTY BODIES.

❝ should we feel guilty? ❞

❝ oh, what is life without purpose? ❞

❝ i have washed my hands a thousand times but still can see the blood. ❞

❝ i am here to beg forgiveness for this mess. ❞

❝ love poured in like a flood. i couldn’t stop it anymore. ❞

❝ come and hold me. ❞

NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE RAIN.

❝ i know that someday you’ll be sleeping, darling — likely dreaming off the pain. ❞

❝ our hearts still beat the same. ❞ 

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it was hard to believe that the last time she’d seen his face was when his father carried him away as he watched her let go and stay behind. she recalls her childhood together and that year they’d spent in the sylleblossom fields and running through the palace halls. he had worn a dress and it was made from the finest fabric they could afford. his had was longer and he told her how he’d marry her, how he’d be king of lucis and she’d be his bride. she laughed back then, but her heart aches for a love the gods would not allow her for his hand in marriage was given to her brother ( unfair, it was unfair and cruel for fate to separate them. it was cruel of her to stay ).

the vines and weeds growing up along the walls and between the cracks of tiled flooring gave an aged look to the long abandoned church. how long had it been left alone ? did it receive many visitors ? she could only hope.

the large doors creaked open and the echo bounced off the walls. he was here as she had prayed he would be and she hesitated; would he look her in the eyes if she turned around ?

“ i hope your travels were safe. thank you...noctis...for coming that is. for seeing me. ”

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❛ If there’s no one to blame, blame it on me ❜

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      She who shoulders all the blame; the lady with her heart made of ice. How quick she’d cast herself ‘pon the fire, not even thinking the fire might go out.

        The glass broken underfoot reflects the moonlight in a way he finds all too poetic, and he almost had half a mind to comment on it — like the absence of staring at white light as it beams every which way, casting a polka - dot pattern against the fanciful wallpaper had cured him of his plight. Bubbling up from the pit of his stomach, he manages a quiet laugh; she cups his face with her hands and he manages a small smile; she stares at him with her big, wide eyes and he stares back and wonders if his eyes looked the way his father’s did when he gave up something precious to him.

    “But it’s not your fault,” he relents, in earnest: dare he stroll up to Bahamut himself and lay the weight of his sins in his palms? The fire in his belly says that beast will never judge himself by mortal hands, and for once, he’s inclined to agree with the Pyreburner. “You were just trying to do what you thought was right. Like there could be anything right about this.”

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does anyone wanna plot pls tell me