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[gigglincactus]

Hey, Noct!

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yet another starter call! capped at three, like this post for a starter! 

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yet another starter call! capped at three, like this post for a starter! 

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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@starshelles

Okay. In theory he should stop spending his extra money on spoiling his cat. Probably. Even though he knew he wasn’t going to stop. He was still writing an email to a photographer he had heard about so that he could commission them to professionally photograph his cat. Even though the email was kind of a mess.

Dear Mr. Argentum, I hope this email finds you well! I am interested in commissioning you to… take pictures of my cat. If you’re interested, you can email me back or call me at [insert phone number tbh], since I understand if email is kind of slow. -Tanaka

Okay. Sent. It’s been done.

This’ll be great, hopefully.

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           [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s browsing through his social media accounts when he hears his computer chime with his email notification, and he hastily switches over to check. He isn’t in the business of leaving potential clients waiting, as he is in desperate need of some cash. As it turns out, being a photographer isn’t exactly lucrative. 

           [ ◇ ] - Once he’s done reading through the email, he grins at his computer screen. Hell yes, getting to photography someones cat? That’s his dream. The only thing better would be if it was a cat and a chocobo, but he’s not picky. 

Mr. Tanaka (??), 

i’m totes down for taking some pictures of your cat! what time or day would work for you? i happen to have a pretty free schedule for the next couple weeks so i can pretty much do whenever!

my number is (xxxxxxx), if that’s easier for you than email! have a good night! 

prompto

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kyougaku:

The stranger’s surprise has an almost amicable feel to it, in fine contrast to the disgruntled and frustrated responses he’d typically receive were he still in his origins. Though Wataru’s aware he’s certainly offered far more outlandish surprises than this one on numerous occasions. At least he was trying to be reasonably polite in the face of someone focused on their craft.

“Ufufu… Allowing yourself to be fully absorbed in your craft is admirable, but it certainly would not hurt to absorb your surroundings more as well. There are surely things in this world that are far less considerate than I ✰.”

More like less considerate than he chose to be, he could have added, but the offer to have his pictures taken is surprising enough to distract him from making such a comment. Wataru’s brows quirk in amusement, offering a quick glance to the trees in question before looking back. He had been making a jest before himself, but if this was a serious offer, then it couldn’t hurt.

“Oh, my? I must have more charm than even my own self awareness allowed me to see, to warrant such an offer! Shall I pose like the Mona Lisa? Perhaps Madame X? Whatever it may be, your Hibiki Wataru is willing to oblige if it is aesthetically suitable, as you say ✰.”

      [ ◇ ] - Prompto laughs, because the dude is completely right. Prompto does need to pay attention to his surroundings more; how many times has he nearly gotten beheaded by a wild beast in a fight? Too many times to count, definitely. So many times that for a solid week his camera was forbidden outside of the Regalia. 

     [ ◇ ] - Still. Prompto doesn’t think he could stop being completely absorbed in his camera if he tried. It used to be all he had for so long, and it’s the one thing that’s never failed him. 

           “Excellent point, but what’s the fun in not having a little adventure? Living on the wild side? You know, letting your hair down and all that shit.” Prompto says. 

        “I’m Prompto, by the way dude. Let you pose flag fly, I have a feeling the camera is gonna love you no matter what you do,” Prompto tells him, honestly. He can already see them; stark blue hair against the natural background of trees. Prompto’s fingers are already itching to edit. “

[repmet]

#but first let me take a selfie

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@faithandvirtue

            [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s looked absolutely everywhere, but he can’t seem to find her anywhere. He’s checked under every single bench in the bark, has looked under every tree, has even rifled through all the bushes and he can’t find his camera anywhere. Luckily, it’s just his old point and shoot. But, still. He’s distraught. 

           [ ◇ ] - He sighs, running his hand through his hair. He doesn’t want to think that someone would steal his camera, but that seems to be exactly what happened, and right under his nose, too. He’s a trusted Crownsguard! How could he not notice?

           [ ◇ ] -  Prompto’s at the police station now. He’s waiting in the lobby to file a report with an officer. He nervously fills out the appropriate paperwork, tapping his pen on the clipboard anxiously. Hopefully whoever gets his case doesn’t think it’s weird he’s so upset by this. 

[starshelles-blog]

i’m so sorry about being so inactive the last couple weeks! but i am back and ready to rp! i know i owe some starters so i’ll get to those over this weekend! i hope everyone’s doing well <3

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He almost didn’t notice the camera pointed in the direction he was about to simply waltz right into, having been looking the other way at first. But thankfully Wataru does catch sight of the young man holding the camera, stops himself from moving any further, and waits a bit off to the side to watch with a faint sort of amusement. At the least, he knows when to not disturb the work of someone else (he’s not entirely too fond of his own being truly interrupted, after all). 

It takes a number of moments, and by the time it seems safe to simply walk along, Wataru has decided he’d rather get a peek into the creativity of other minds. He continues waltzing along once more, albeit towards the one with the camera this time instead of wherever else he’d intended to go before. It hadn’t been a pressing matter.

“And to think, I had almost simply wandered into your work unsolicited!” His voice booms louder than usual for a moment, if only to ensure he’s heard before he draws closer. “Fufufu. I might be charming enough and accustomed to such a thing, but that is surely not what you were intending to capture. Though I must admit to a bit of curiosity now regardless, after seeing our surroundings… ✰“

@starshelles

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            [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s out taking pictures again. He can’t believe he’s able to do this for a living now, something he’s dreamed of since he was a little boy using his father’s old camera. Today’s subject are some of the trees in the park again; they’re beautiful and looming and Prompto loves them. 

            [ ◇ ] - He snaps photo after photo, adjusting his settings as he goes. Once he’s happy with the amount of pictures he’s taken, he thumbs through them on screen. He hits the delete button more than he’d like. Half of them just aren’t as good as he thought at first glance. 

            [ ◇ ] -  He’s brought out of his thoughts by a voice, and he looks up from his camera in surprise. Prompto never gets approached like this, at least not without a certain prince around. It’s a dude he’s never seen before, with flowing blue hair and a seemingly infectious personality. He finds himself smiling. 

       “Heyaz,” Prompto greets, staring at his new companion through widened eyes. “I gotta be honest, I was so focused on getting the shots I didn’t even notice you almost getting into one. How embarrassing, right?” He laughs, rubbing behind his neck in embarrassment. 

     “I don’t usually offer this, but how about I take some pics of you by those trees? Not gonna lie, they kind of fit your aesthetic.” 

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@starshelles

He’s been getting this feeling since he arrived here, but it was never more palpable than now, wandering through the middle of the market. This place was alive. Busy, sure, perhaps having far less plants than he was used to, paradoxically – but for there to be this many people, 9S… can’t help but feel a little melancholy.

Mumbling, offhand, he wonders just what this world meant. “I guess this must’ve been… what human civilisation felt like.” In the end, even a feeling as strange as that… filled him with unease. 

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             [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s seen a lot of things since showing up here. A lot of people he never thought he’d see because he never knew they were on the map to begin with, but one of the most downright unsettling things he comes across is in the middle of the market. The dude has a blindfold over his eyes, but he doesn’t seem to be injured, which is odd. 

            [ ◇ ] -  Maybe it’s an extremely involved trust exercise? 

            [ ◇ ] -  His feet move him towards the guy before he can even think to stop himself, he clears his throat loudly. Can he see through that? Probably not, right? Prompto has no idea. 

         “Hey....dude. You doin’ okay? You need anything?” 

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somnusheir:

That cheerfulness has been dearly missed. Noctis remembers waking up here all too well. Alone, confused, and in a deeper darkness than he cared to admit. It didn’t take him long to realize how empty everything felt when he didn’t have Gladio to fight with, Ignis to slightly antagonize, and- of course- Prompto to have by his side at all times. He never really knew how attached he was to Prompto until he couldn’t speak to him anymore.

      “Prompto, if I knew why I was here I’d tell you. Trust me.”

And he’s never been one to look for hugs. Even with his own fiance he found it strange and awkward. He remembers moments when even his father would attempt to hug him and Noctis would only squirm away from him. But now Noctis is hesitating a moment when Prompto makes the playful jab at him. His arm aches from the punch but the pain dulls as he stares at Prompto.

Noctis finally breaks his stare and rigidly hugs the other.

     “I missed my dumb loser best friend.”

He’s sure it feels more like some awkward hold rather than a hug. Then, of course, he’s sure he’ll get shit from Prompto for not knowing how to properly relax and hug someone. But at least it’d be the first bit of normalcy since he got here.

     [ ◇ ] - Prompto can’t believe his best friend is here in front of him again. What luck, to be stuck somewhere like this together, huh? He didn’t think he’d ever be so lucky to be trapped in a new place with his closest friend. Things like that don’t happen to Prompto. Other people, sure. But, him? 

     [ ◇ ] - He wants to laugh when Noctis awkwardly wraps his arms around him, but since Prompto is the best friend ever, he doesn’t. He simply wraps his arm around Noctis and hugs him with renewed vigor. 

        “Wow, you must’ve really missed me if you’re hugging me willingly, buddy,” Prompto teases, but he’s smiling too wide for it to really carry any weight. “I’m stoked we’re stuck here together, Noct!” 

    [ ◇ ] - Stoked is probably the wrong word. As thankful as he is that he doesn’t have to see Ardyn’s greasy face again, there things from Lucis he misses. Chocobos. Does this mean he’ll never see a chocobo again? He might actually cry. 

       “How long have you been here for anyway, dude?” 

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beaufortseven: 

Yep, it was him alright. That same excitable, blond young man with a contagious smile. Well, contagious to everyone but her, at least. But she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t say it was good to see him, he and the rest of his gang were probably the closest thing she had to friends.

Aranea couldn’t help but to smile and shake her head. “Alright, alright, knock it off, blondie. I’m stuck in this place, same as you.” She gestures to the city around her non-chalantly and turns back to Prompto. “The sights aren’t too bad, at least. I can see why you’re so trigger happy with that camera.” Not that he ever wasn’t.

The woman rested a hand on her hip. She did her best to contain her own excitement; once you found yourself in an strange place, a familiar face was comforting to see. “Anyway, it’s nice to see you in one piece. Where’s our royal friend and the others? You know if they’re here too?”

     [ ◇ ]  - Prompto couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face if he tried, honestly. Aranea was one person he never thought he’d see again -- of all people, and all places, how could she end up here with him? -- but here she is. He’s not quite sure if they’re friends or not (well, she’s definitely his friend, but he has no idea where he stands with her) but after everything that happened with... whatever the hell that was back in Gralea... it’s almost comforting to see her. 

     [ ◇ ]  - He rolls his eyes at himself. He’s leaking emotions everywhere, and his grin turns wry as he meets Aranea’s gaze. “I’d apologize but we both know I’m not really sorry,” he says, lightly. “The sights aren’t too bad? Uh, they’re friggin’ gorgeous!” 

           “You, uh too. Not to get real or anything but you’re the last person I expected to see here. Noct’s here! Gladio and Iggy, too. Funny how we all ended up in the same place, huh?” 

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Birds of a feather || Prompto and Enkidu

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esper207:

Judging by the way he held it, it didn’t look that heavy despite seeming to be made all out of metal and plastic. Must have been the intention of it to be designed such a way. Still, pictures to keep them fresh in your memory? Not a bad concept at all, if only he could do that with the previous events of his life. 

His expression cleared showed a perplexed mood, watching Prompto take a photo and then show him the same image on the screen. It was like a moment of time had been frozen, forever. Is this what photos were? His head turned back to the birds, they were still as lively as ever.

“I see…It looks exactly like they do. Um…I can’t explain but it looks like you know what you’re doing.”

Enkidu paused, tilting his head to the side in thought.

“Is there a reason you do this? Do you take pictures of anything else..?”

   [ ◇ ] - Prompto almost wishes he had one of his old cameras on him so the guy could truly mess around on one, but of course, he rarely takes those out anymore. Still, he can’t help the giddy feeling steadily building in his chest; someone hasn’t been this interested in his craft in ages. 

   [ ◇ ] - He almost wants to warn him, tell him he’s opening a can of worms he doesn’t want to mess with. Prompto’s already trying to hold back the info-dumping that’s on the tip of his tongue, but he also wants to help this gut out, too. It’s clear he’s never seen a camera before. Who is Prompto not to explain it to him, really? 

     “Yeah, dude! I think of it as, like, taking a piece of the now to save for later, you know? It’s a way to have tangible memories of your day,” Prompto says, smiling a little. 

          “Photography is a huge passion of mine,” He starts, because it’s simple and it’s the truth. “It helps I can make a living off of it too, but I do it because I like knowing my work makes people happy.” 

   [ ◇ ] - Prompto blushes, and scratches behind his head. “Oh, uh, I’m Prompto, by the way.”

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❛   you   —   ❜   the word spills from his lips without acknowledgment,   &.   though ravus may be in the middle of his so-proclaimed job as a police officer,   he approaches the blond with heavy steps   &.   a heavier expression.   eyes narrow into seriousness,   lips forming into a frown.   ❛   you are the gunsman under noctis’ command,   are you not   ?   what are you doing here   ?   ❜

it takes all of two seconds to notice a lack of presence from one king   &.   immediately his gaze hardens akin to stone.   ❛   &.   noctis   ?   what of him   &.   ardyn   ?   the mission he is to accomplish   ?   ❜   he means not to pressure prompto   —   but in his voice shows his urgency,   a dire need to know what has happened since his untimely demise at the hands of ardyn.   if lunafreya places his faith in her king,   then so shall he.   he only hopes he is worth such worship from his beloved sister.   /   ` @starshelles

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   [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s flipping through some recent shots he took with his camera when he hears heavy footsteps and a terrifyingly familiar voice. His heartbeat accelerates, almost right out of his chest, and by the time he musters up the courage to look over, he isn’t surprised to see Ravus. 

   [ ◇ ] - Ravus, who Prompto.... Astrals, how is he standing here, in front of Prompto, after all that? He’s learned to stop asking questions about this place, but a few escape his throat before he can stop them. 

         “Heeeeey buddy!” Prompto squeaks. Great job, Argentum. “How’ve you been? What a nice day, am I right?” 

   [ ◇ ] - Prompto notices the police uniform, and blanches. Ravus isn’t here to arrest him, right? 

        “I don’t know, dude. One minute I was in the keep with the crystal, and the next I was here,” Prompto explains. He’s been here for a few weeks and he still isn’t sure how this place works, frankly. “You’re not going to try to kill him again, are you? ‘Cause that would majorly blow. He’s here, though. Ardyn isn’t.” 

   [ ◇ ] -   I would kill him myself if he were, Prompto adds silently. He doesn’t know how Ravus feels about the man, and he really doesn’t want to do anything to antagonize him, either. 

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10 / 20 / 30 / 40

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such? not so much neuroses, but prompto struggles with anxiety and depression, and has for years. i feel like he didn’t really come to terms with and start accepting them both until he was well into high school. 

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them? already answered!

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies) i feel like prompto would keep his grieving and suffering private, away from his friends because he doesn’t want to burden anyone. he would plaster a smile and put on a brave face in front of other people, but once he’s alone, it would all crumble. 

40: How misanthropic are they? i feel like before episode prompto, he wasn’t very misanthropic at all. prompto doesn’t always know how to deal with them, but he loves people, and he likes interacting with them. after what transpired in episode prompto, though, i feel like he truly, completely understands just how dark of a path humans can follow. it rattles him, makes him a little less trusting. 

[starshelles-blog]

19, 20, 33, 38 for the hc meme!

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

anything and everything, literally. his mind is racing until the moment he falls asleep. 

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

other than allergies he hasn’t really gone through anything that bad? like, nah, he’s never had the flu but hoo boy that one time he ate a peanut in the first grade? life-changing. 

33: Concept of home and family?

prompto’s parents worked all the time, so he was pretty lonely. it’s obvious his parents love him, and they’ve never made him feel starved for affection or anything but he was a lonely kid. his parents were home on weekends and sometimes they would sneak home to check up on him. 

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

photography, spending time around friends, complaining for three hours straight without taking a breather