#amiciitia

[pumpkin-arts-blog]

16 and 20 for the Hamilton asks!

16) Song you (try to) sing the most?

Burn, because I’m learning to play it on piano :)

20) Favorite Act II song?

Honestly I really love Its Quiet Uptown and Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story.

[sorarikuarchive]

💔 for the ship asks

Ship that makes you sad: 💔

promptis (cause you know the ending)

CONTROVERSIAL SHIPPING ASKS

[aarcadiian]

Where did you get your Keith hoodie :0 from it looks great!

I got it from here! They also have the other Paladin armors and their regular outfits (+Coran!)

[ofsilverguns-blog]

// if you want to marry prompto you don’t say will you marry me you say hey i got pictures of gladio’s abs and then prompto is all yours but also gladio’s

[calamitysshatteredson]

@amiciitia

He’d let himself become distracted.  That was unquestionable.

That was what annoyed him most, he supposed; his own willing distraction when he ought to have simply focused on his mission.  He’d turned his attention to the tank of a man - the bodyguard - because the combat had been intriguing, only to find that they were somewhat evenly matched, in ways.  Too many ways to easily avoid the combat, the distraction.  The prince had escaped with his life and the other two, after weeks of tracking, after so much effort.

Anger had been his advantage.  Anger at himself became anger at the bodyguard and Sephiroth had pushed his way through a stalemate of blocking blades with his shoulder, growled as he knocked the other man down and so very unwisely stabbed blindly.  Under normal circumstances, he was precise.  Under that one, it didn’t particularly matter what he hit, so long as there was blood.  He heard the hiss, saw the red on the ground--

Then petulantly kicked.  How very... beneath him, he thought, and yet effective.  It felt good, that brute force, kicking the breath out of the prince’s precious shield long enough to think, long enough to have the sense to thrust his katana entirely too hard through that tattooed shoulder, pinning him to the ground growing wet with red mud.  Assured that the blade was secure enough, he let the anger seethe into words.

“Gladiolus.  Eldest of the House Amicitia.”  Taking a step back, Sephiroth delivered another kick, directly to the bodyguard’s knee, but not particularly powerful.  Enough, it was enough.

“Shield of the royal family.  You’ve done your job admirably.”  That time he aimed to hurt, to break some ribs if he could.  There was a satisfying crack as boot met flesh.  Not satisfying enough.  He pulled back for another kick...

But dropped his foot instead, trying to gather himself.  To breathe, to rise above.  Hands unclenched, clenched.  Repeated.  He tried to be calm.  “All of this energy, wasted.  The empire’s investment.  And I’ll hear... all about my mistakes.”

Whatever calm was there disappeared as he drew his foot back again and got another satisfying crack from the knee he’d somewhat spared earlier.  “And now I get to return and admit to my failure.  Do you have any idea what I’ll have to go through?”

[fieryknowledge]

[X] @amiciitia

The torture momentarily stopped as a door far from where the occupants were opened and a body was thrown in. The sound of the flesh hitting the cement floor made a  bone cracking thud and the body limpidly rolled a bit, the back to the others.

"Another one."

                        "You grabbed him? What are you guys idiots?"

There was a look of disgust on the presumed leaders face as he walked over to the body that was tied and bound. He turned it over with his foot, moving the head to get a better look at him with the toe of his boot.

Ignis didn't move, he didn't make a sound  as his body lay there, almost dead looking. He was pale and torn up, marks all over his body and blood staining his clothes.

      "I told you we want the prince. We already had him for a lure                         we didn't need another one."

                     "There is only two left. There is no way they can stop                             another attack."

               "Shut up! You aren't the one in charge!"

The body moved a little then, unbeknownst to the assailants who were arguing. A single green iris opened, looking around the room frantically until it landed on the beaten body of Gladiolus. It widened then before quickly closing. Ignis wasn't dead, no not even close.

              "Take him to the other. I need to talk to Ravus and see if he wants               this one alive or dead. For now maybe having a friend will get the                  other to talk."

Hands grabbed at the tight binding around his hands and lifted him from there. A groan escaped his lifts as he was dragged across the floor and placed in front of Gladio.

The new assailants left to go with the boss, leaving only two others in the room. The moment the sound of a door opening and closed filled the room, Ignis' eyes fluttered open once more and he looked up where Gladiolus would be. 'Distract them.' He mouthed, hoping Gladio would understand and have enough strength to.