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Gonna just... Carefully steer his fingers away from the bright bruise below her eye and guide them to her lips instead. "It's fine."

HE’LL SOMETIMES CATCH a glimpse of her on the battlefield, somewhere within all the c h a o s, the way she commands the space & her enemies like they’re merely pawns on a game board. And he’ll sometimes w o r r y about her unassuming stature, her lack of a weapon, the way she lets her fists do all the dirty work, even when he knows he shouldn’t concern himself. From the time it takes for him to w a r p from one daemon to the next, she’s already dusting off her gloves, readying herself for more.

It’s fine, she says. Maybe so --------- but that doesn’t mean he likes it very much.

WITH A FROWN, HIS GAZE shifts just a f r a c t i o n of an inch, from deep blues & purples to soft brown. Fingertips linger where they are led, rough, battle-worn skin against the smoothness of her lips. Then they slide away, to c u p the side of her face, head bowing down so that foreheads can meet, a low sigh hovering in the space between their lips.

“ Guess I can’t protect you from everything, huh? ” he mutters. “ Much as I’d like to. ”

@lockethart

#lockethart #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#((FITE ME OK NOW I'M UPSET))#((weeps quietly into my cereal bowl ..........))

@lebrexu is the bravest person i know pass it on ..........

#((she's all chill and mild mannered n shit #but then when life comes at her she's like #her snapping adversity's neck in half with her pinkie fingers: i got it fam #teACH ME YOUR WAYS I AM FCKN AMAZED #anyway i really love my friends #she deserves a call out tbh))#ᵒᶠᶠ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ooc)

faremises

#ˢᴴᴱ ˢᴹᴵᴸᴱˢ ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴼᵁ’ᴸᴸ ˢᵀᴬʸ ᶠᴼᴿᴱᵛᴱᴿ (tifa)#((um marry me))#lockethart

blossomfully

For a while, everything ached and then a little voice inside of me said, “Hey, you have to do something other than hurt all the time." And I said, "I know. I know. I’m trying.

Sue Zhao

#ʰᴬʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᴱᴬᵏ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᴬʳᵗ (musings)#((weeps quietly ....... ..))

discord drop ?? mutuals only pleeeeease

#ᵒᶠᶠ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ooc)#((*stares at my hand s*))#((wHAT HAVE I DONE))

* razzle dazzle *

#ᵒᶠᶠ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ooc)#((gUYS))#((thanks to a certain loSER ....))#((cough LOCKETHART cough))#((i am now balls deep in voltron trASH LIKE HOW IS THIS MY ACTUAL LIFE RN))#((i also have zero self control and poor decision making skills so))#((cLICKIE THE CLICK IF YOU'RE IN THE VOLTRON FANDOM AND WANT A LANCE TO MAKE FUN OF O K))

nocttae

#ᴵ’ᴹ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ (self)#((uM ........ HELLO))

UHMMM NO OFFENCE BUT U SHOULD BE MY VALENTINE!??!?!?!?! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU OR WHATEVER...............

i mean i was just gonna ask one of my cats to be my valentine this year but since you asked and you’re human i guess it’s cool

uMM FULL OFFENSE TAKEN I LOVE yOU SO MU CH ??? LET’S BE VALENTINES. DONE. DECIDED. WE DONE DID IT.

#lockethart #((I WOULD FITE AN ANGRY BADGER FOR OTO OK THIS IS FACT))

flicks ur cheek

@amiclipse

“ ------ Cut it out, will ya? ”

#amiclipse #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#((HE'S NOT AMUSED IRIS))

promptoₒ

some nights are HARDER than others. some nights he can get away with a couple rounds of king’s knight, some jokes & banter around the campfire, then a quick GOODNIGHT as they all slip soundlessly into their sleeping bags. but some nights it GETS to him. some nights his mind just won’t shut up even when his bones are ACHING with exhaustion. some nights that mark on his wrist feels like it’s BURNING right through his skin & he doesn’t know what to do or who to talk to … so he LEAVES. fresh air will help, right ?

he picks at the edge of his glove ( he insists on wearing them to bed. weird, yeah, but how else is he supposed to keep his secret ? ), peeking underneath until he can see a little BLACK line, followed by another, & another ———

❝ GAH —– !! ❞ he JUMPS at that swat to the shoulder. prompto spins around, summoning his weapon on instinct, then jerks it upward so QUICKLY that he ends up smacking his best friend in the face with his pistol.

❝ ah ——- shit ! noct ! ❞

THE FIRST THING he sees is a bright light, that telltale f l a s h of bluish-green sparks that billows out of Prompto’s hand. His reflexes are usually better than this, at least enough to warp him out of d a n g e r in the nick of time, but he blames the grogginess. The next thing he sees is nothing, just the b l a c k n e s s behind his lids, followed by a searing pain shooting up the bridge of his nose.

“ Agh ------ God... dammit. ”

THEN THERE’S RED, a lot of red, d r i p p i n g onto the palm he holds against his throbbing face. “ The hell are you thinking? ” he snaps.

#argentumly #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#ᵂᴴᴬᵀᴱᵛᴱᴿ ᶠᴬᵀᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵀᴬᴿˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ᵂᴱᴬᵛᴵᴺᴳ (main verse)#((IT IS NOW LMAO))

inkandinquiries

I wasn’t put through hell, I was left there.

9 word story

#ʰᴬʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᴱᴬᵏ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᴬʳᵗ (musings)

sends Michael in here to take a dump

@lockethart !!!!!!!!!

goDDAMMIT BABE. LOOK AT WHAT YOUR CAT SON DID.

#lockethart #((I'M CRYBGING))#((YEAH THAT'S RIGHT))#((HE'S YOUR CAT SON UNTIL HE LEARNS HOW TO USE THE GD LITTERBOX FITE M E))

nocttae

#ᴵ’ᴹ ᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴼᴿᴸᴰ (self)#((STOP BEING CUTE))

"Your feet are really big," she compares, bare foot knocking gently into his. [IM LAUGHING SM DONT LOOK AT ME]

HE CONSIDERS HER observation for a second, chuckling in spite of it all, responding with an equally g e n t l e nudge back.

“ I think yours are just really small. ”

@lockethart ❤❤

#lockethart #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#((LOCKFOOT))#((THAT'S ALL I'M SAYIN OK))#((THINK ABOUT IT))

@argentumly

FITTING FOUR GUYS into an average-sized camping tent doesn’t really allow for much s u b t l e t y, Noctis has come to realize. One of the many joys of roughing it in the g r e a t outdoors. Usually nightmares are the only thing he needs to worry about when it comes to getting a g o o d night’s sleep, but now there’s snoring & stretching & rustling & shifting -------- Noct reaches for the top of his sleeping bag, starts y a n k i n g it over his head when he feels a sudden presence move to his right. Could just be Gladio hogging all the e x t r a leg room, but through squinting eyes he watches a blond head disappear from the mouth of the tent. It’s dangerous at night, that much he knows. And in his g r o g g y stupor he has flashes of a scene most horrific... Prompto wandering a little too f a r from camp. Prompto, still half-asleep & un-attentive. Prompto, ambushed by a daemon that could rip him to s h r e d s with a single ----------

“ Prompto ------ ” he croaks, writhing from his sleeping bag & hurrying outside. He comes up from behind his f r o z e n frame, a hand tapping him brusquely on the shoulder. “ Hey, what gives? ”

#argentumly #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#ᵂᴴᴬᵀᴱᵛᴱᴿ ᶠᴬᵀᴱ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᵀᴬᴿˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ᵂᴱᴬᵛᴵᴺᴳ (main verse)#((casually 500 years late))

affectionsuggestion

The stars remind me of you

#ʰᴬʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵖᴱᴬᵏ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᴬʳᵗ (musings)#ᴵ’ᴰ ᴳᴵᵛᴱ ᴵᵀ ᴬᴸᴸ ᶠᴼᴿ ʸᴼᵁ (noct&tifa)#lockethart

What might it take to tempt her lover out of bed? She wonders, half-spilled over him in a late morning stupor. Tired eyes fall to admire, while a thumb runs circles about a faint bruise flowering just above his collarbone. Tifa lays the softest kiss there, her hips rolling subtle against the arm that keeps her shackled to him. "I-... I think I'll shower," she murmurs shyly.

HOURS COULD PASS & he’d never be the w i s e r. Time just slips away from him when he holds her like this, beneath a mass of wrinkled sun-drenched sheets, limbs l a z i l y sated & intertwined, skin pressed against skin in a way that reminds him of the night that happened prior. A small s m i l e finds its way through the grogginess, appearing on his lips in the wake of her touch, her timid words. Next come the eyes, peeking out from under d r o o p i n g lids, watching her as if he’s still dreaming somehow.

HIS ARM LOOSENS slowly, a palm i n n o c e n t l y roaming over the arch of her back, the curve of her waist… “ Think there’s room for two? ”

@lockethart // ❤❤❤

#lockethart #ᴬᵗᵒᴾ ᴹʸ ᵀᴴʳᵒᶰᵉ (ic)#ᵂᴱ ᶜᴴᴬᴺᴳᴱᴰ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴺᴰᴵᴺᴳ (modern verse)#((👀👀🔥👌🔥👌👌))#((me: starts blasting some sexy music))

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