#amdstdwn

[lgcykpt]

i want out

no fuck u

[sacredrite-blog]

“ well ,   i’d   say   you   are   better   company   than   the   older   gentlemen   talking   politics.   so ,   where   shall   we   skip   off   to   now   your   highness. ” teasing   intonation   curling   ‘pon   her   tongue ,   a   sly   grin   and   mischievous   glint   set   into   blues.   she   loops   her   arm   under   his   own ,   ready   to   follow   his   lead. / @amdstdwn

[shieldiisms]

@amdstdwn replied to your post: Who taught Noctis how to drive?  This is an...

who needs driving lessons nobody’s gonna id u in an apocalypse B)

I mean, no lie, but Noct knew how to drive before the apocalypse. And I have no doubt he had a car of his own. What if Gladio and Ignis took turns teaching him because Regis was often super busy.

Who taught Regis???

[brandedmachine]

amdstdwn replied to your post: “Who wants to see pictures of Gladio’s tiny dick?”

“ do i even want to ask. ”

“He has a tiny dick and doesn’t want to believe me, even though I have proof.”

[brandedmachine]

@amdstdwn liked this for a glasses starter

“Thank you for letting me go on this patrol with you.” Prompto grinned as he jogged up to the "Hey, Noct! You up yet?” Prompto let the door of Noctis’ apartment close behind him, already toeing out of his shoes like he knew was customary. Ignis would have his head if he didn’t do it each time. His eyes glanced in each room down the hallway, seeing the bed empty, before coming into the living room. His eyes peaked out above the top of his glasses, hoping that Noct didn’t notice - but he doubted that was too much to ask.

[brandedmachine]

    Like a million little doorways        All the choices we made All the stages we passed through         All the roles we played

[eclipscent-blog]

            ‘  Never would’ve thought royalty would have embarrassing high school pics...  ’

There’s an album sitting on her lap, edges ragged open with rough use and leather messily patched together by thread moments away from ripping apart. Besides her, a sewing kit lays forgotten in favour of reminiscing moments she hadn’t known existed before flipping through the developed photographs in her hands. 

@amdstdwn.

[lunyrd-blog]

“So....you are the Chosen King everybody is talking about?” Contractions came not to the Draconian’s lips, near-perfected though his human guise was. Loud was the voice of his bones, resounding and powerful with the need to speak true, but this mortal shell, this vessel, was no place for the song of kings. The Crystal was Bahamut’s true calling -- crown jewel of Eos, bud of all life, mistress of a thousand life-lorn sighs -- guarded by their blade and bones, but none had said the dragon king could not wander. 

Shiva had done so a thousand times before, feet like soft silk treading behind the Oracle’s line. Perhaps it was time he sought to understand the ways of the ants beneath the crown.

“I, um...” How his spirit retched to stumble and stutter, to not speak plainly with fraught intent! But alas, it was necessary to fool that ball of ash and flame. “I heard about you, from the others. You are really going to save us all?”

@amdstdwn