#mt stuff

[snowshinefivez5]

Lovely Collab w/ @doodleanimates6605 🤣 both their oc(Robyn) and mine (Argos) have traumatic pasts being princes. They are doing better though! Support them here

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I did the thing. Didn't have much to do anyway

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“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.

“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant. Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’ friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think him ungrateful.

But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”

Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.

Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic and awful falling from his lips.

The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.

This was awful.

Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a last ditch effort to stay upright.

He heaved and heaved and heaved. All he saw was black.

And through it all, Lunafreya held on.

Somebody breathed in sharply. Prompto knew it wasn’t him because it was too difficult to breathe, even as he started to get a hold on himself again. The puking slowed. The burning sensation in his throat did not.

He felt Lunafreya squeeze his hand. Slowly, the burning dimmed.

“Holy shit,” Noctis swore. He scrambled to wrap his arm around Prompto’s shoulders in support. “Prom, are you okay?” His head snapped up, his eyes trained on Lunafreya. “What was that?”

“MTs,” Lunafreya said. Her voice was sorrowful but firm. “They were human once. Infected by the Starscourge. It is not incurable, if you are not too far along.”

The implication that it was incurable to some hung in the air.

Prompto didn’t know anything about a Starscourge. But he knew about the tattoo on his wrist and the uncertainty of his birth.

“MT,” Noctis repeated. Em—tee. Empty.

If Ignis and Gladio were still watching, they hadn’t made themselves known in forever. Prompto didn’t look at them.

His head swam. He couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from the pool of liquid at his feet. It resembled oil and wet coffee grinds. Disgusting. That garbage had been inside him. He desperately tried not to register its aftertaste.

Distantly, he was aware of the mark on his wrist and the pounding of his heart.

Noctis ducked back down. His fingers dug into Prompto’s shoulders. “Prom? Say something. How do you feel?”

Prompto breathed in, again and again. There was a thin layer of sweat by his hairline. His vomit brushed the edge of his shoe.

How do you feel, Noctis had asked.

He felt good. Prompto felt good in a way that made him realize for the first time how bad he’d felt before.

Prompto opened his mouth, unsure of how to describe how he felt. He coughed weakly instead. He was terribly aware of the way his blood moved in his veins. It was still impossible to stand up straight.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised when Lunafreya crouched down in front of him, but he was. He wanted to warn her not to get too close or risk coming into contact with his taint—with him—but she squeezed his hand again, and any thoughts he had left his head immediately.

Her skin was so warm against his clammy palm. Lunafreya’s smile was radiant.

“You’re going to be fine,” she said.

He felt like a towel someone had rung all the filth and ruin from, and now he was brand new. Exhausted. But new.

He believed her.

[ashetts]

i’m working on some su peeps with flowers in their hair (SLOWLY but surely?)

[snowshinefivez5]

I'll be your eyes (P2)

First Part

I'll be your eyes (P1)

Have some ANGST to finish off this month

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why in the hell is A Few Of My Favourite Things even played as a christmas song it isnt even tangentially related to christmas!

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so theres this enemy in stalker, where when u go near it, it makes you shoot yourself. i think everyone at head office and my boss are all those creatures cos they sure as hell seem to want me dead!

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i find i have a very different opinion on meat to many people i know. like, i'll eat any mamal or raptile at least once, given the chance ykno? or i'll just mix random meats into my stews and sauces cos i heppen to like that meat. even basic stuff like twiggy sticks (thin, lightly spiced pork salami sticks for u foregners) diced up and put in my pasta sauce is considered wierd by my coworkers like cmoooooooooooon