Jul 22, 2018
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“/Yes, finally/”
“You know, you could have just said something if that’s what you wanted.”
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codefiltered replied to your post: codefiltered replied to your post: ...
“/Yes, finally/”
“You know, you could have just said something if that’s what you wanted.”
her hand stills as she looks over her shoulder. a brow quirking slightly. ❛ knock next time, blondie. ❜
@codefiltered // sc.
(ू• ౪•ू ) for a tiny Velvet. :D
SMOOSH DEM CHEEKS || @codefiltered
[ ⚔ ] ❝ This isn’t funny! ❞
Her cheeks puffed, puckering her lips even more, thanks to Prompto squishing her cheeks. With a petulant glare, Velvet whined louder. The once threatening, terrifying, ancient daemon, Lord of Calamity had been reduced to a 9 year old girl. A 9 year old girl with a daemon arm for a left arm.
To add insult to injury, the time related ailment was something the group of four had never experienced before. It was unheard of. With no items that would to reverse the affliction, they’re only hope was to find the daemon they already hunting in Costlemark Tower and defeat it. Hopefully, maybe, return Velvet back to adult.
❝ I SAID IT CUT IT OUT! ❞
………………….. Hopefully
@codefiltered liked the permanent starter call~
“Do not move - it looks as if you have hurt that rather badly.” That being the blond’s leg, which was bleeding from the tumble that he’d taken. If Khalid were to make an educated guess, he’d say that it was likely going to have a nasty bruise later on as well. What the other man had been thinking, being so high in a tree, the mage couldn’t fathom.
He knew, however, that irritating the injury too much would likely make it worse. Thankfully, they weren’t far from his home, and the magician was fairly strong.
He didn’t wait for permission, stooping down to slip his arm beneath the other man’s knees and back before lifting him with relative ease. If Khalid found him to be at all heavy, that fact certainly didn’t show in his features.
“Let me take a look. I’ve some ointment that may help with the pain, at the very least.”
@codefiltered liked for a starter ！
Sneaking through the winding hallways of Zegnautus Keep is.. exhausting, for lack of a better word. Adrenaline courses through Prompto’s veins, keeping his hands steady on his gun and his focus clear. But inside, he’s a mess because, even if he manages to escape.. who’s to say Noctis is even going to want him back? He’d seen that look, that split second of pure hatred when he had pushed him from the moving train..
Footsteps echo through the hallway, disturbing Prompto’s thoughts and causing him to tense, minutely, from where he hides - crouched behind a corner, the hallway behind him already cleared. Just as he readies himself to leap from his hiding place and rain hell down on the unsuspecting MT, the MT beats him to it, rounding the corner in record time and almost tripping over Prompto’s crouched form. And this would be fine, really; Prompto is used to adapting to unsuspected enemy movements, but - it isn’t an enemy that almost trips over him.
It’s an exact copy of himself.
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“I made you sad?” Sophie cants her head, slightly baffled. “But that’s what Gladio told me to say?”
★ ▌CONTINUED — ❛ @codefiltered.
Prompto laughs and it makes him feel even more awkward about this whole thing. It must be weird, getting flowers from your best friend. Especially flowers that were originally meant for a girl.
He huffs when Prompto speaks and crosses his arms. “If you don’t want them I can just go give them to Iris instead.” Though she’d probably be upset at him for that. Especially given how convinced she was that Prompto would want them.
Of course, he really hoped he’d just accept them and move on. This was more embarrassing than he expected it to be, and he just wanted it to be over already.
📝 + yang and velvet!!
a chat between muses || STILL ACCEPTING || @codefiltered
ooooh good one
“...So that’s how you lost your arm.”
Velvet glanced down at her left. What Yang went through sounds similar to what she went through. She stretched out her hand, curling her fingers. For all intents of purpose, the bandaged portion of her was her prosthetic. If a prosthetic arm was designed to devour beings and malevolence that is.
“Want me to eat this Adam the next time you face him?”
Yang folded her arms, pondering. A smirk to her lips. “After I beat the shit out of him. After I’m done you can have him.”
“Deal.”
“So what about your left arm, your voring hand.”
Velvet gave Yang a flat stare. “Stop calling it that or I’ll eat you.”
“Alright, alright.” Yang said through her giggles. “Seriously what happened.”
The daemon shrugged. “My brother-in-law wanted to change the world by sacrificing my little brother. I flipped out, tried to catch him before he fell. Cut through my arm and fell into the pit with my dying little brother” Velvet pointed where the bandages started. “And by the grace of his god, I was made to a tool just to eat daemons and absorb their malevolence.”
What seemed like minutes, was only a few seconds. Yang stood up, wide-eyed. “WHAT THE HELL, VELVET? WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN CHILL ABOUT IT?! THAT’S FUCKED UP!”
Another shrug. “It is what it is.”