#narcolepticprince

[infernalian]

@massadamnata @narcolepticprince

    “I’m fairly positive that all the boy knows how to talk about is hair-care products.  Likely the result of all the chemicals seeping into his brain.”

[captaindrautos]

I Make Bad Life Choices Vol 2 (also known as “follow my sideblogs”)

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Please reblog this to promo since I can’t follow back from them.

[no-consequence]

{narcolepticprince}

As chancellor Ardyn had a level of freedom to traverse the nation as he saw fit and to keep tabs on the running of the kings wishes and well being. Which was why when reports of an unauthorized train passing through with weapons on board caught Ardyns ears, he took it upon himself to investigate.

Truth be told he grew board.

The plan on insomnia was slowly coming to fruition but would take at least a year to put into action, and for the time being they were at a stalemate.

No matter, he had waited a millennia, a few months more meant nothing.

The train was stopped at the next check point, it quickly becoming apparent that the men on board were less then savory, firing upon the MT’s with the enthusiasm only found in the stupid and brave.

It was what was within the train that truly caught his attention though, the low thrum of magic bubbling away below the surface.

Ardyn made his way on board, easily disposing of the men who had been left to protect their precious cargo.

Upon inspection it was a metal box. An animal crate maybe? He unlatched it, pale human flesh the first thing coming to light.

Ah.

Not an animal then.

He paused, letting his fingers slip under the gag and blinders covering the young mans face before he pulled them aside and revealed the crown prince himself. 

What a coincidence.

Ardyn had to say he was surprised, as far as he knew the king kept his son on a tight leash, but here he was, bound and bloody and seemingly on his way to gods knows where. Whoever had been protecting the young man would be getting one hell of a pay cut.

“Prince Noctis. Please don’t fear. I’m here to save you”

Though surprising the situation was no less perfect. An opportunity to speed his plan along. To have insomnia in his dept.

Reaching inside the box he quickly unlatched the bindings keeping the man compact and in place, removing his jacket and laying it over Noctis naked form, helping him from the crate and allowing him to stand with support.

The men who were his captor lay dead and bleeding on the floor, though Ardyn helped his tone and lack of recognition meant Noctis didn’t know who he was, simply a kind soul come to save him, not the chancellor of the nation trying to destroy his own.

“Are you hurt? please- here, take my arm let me help you”

@narcolepticprince

[bestchocobro]

narcolepticprince replied to your post: BDSM Test [[MOR] == Results from bdsmtest.org ==...

Rope bunbun~

“I demand floppy bunny ears and a carrot whenever I’m tied up from now on!!”

[thekingsshield]

💃

💃 - dancing

OH B O Y

Gladio cannot dance. At all. No macarena. No cha-cha slidin’ real smooth. 

He cannot ballroom dance either. Slow dancing is also a foreign concept to Gladio as well.

Someone help him. Teach him.

[defendinggalahd-blog]

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@irisiae . This girl’s a damn meme. But I love her. She and her Iris are both quality. 

@narcolepticprince Solid Noct. Great Noct. Their writing makes me flounder and die even though we’ve barely interacted. I totally don’t stalk their threads bc i love their noct shush

@versesdelinquent FFXIII Prom. A wonderful Prom who’s great at fucking shit up. They’re shaped like a friend.

[infernalian]

Noctis: Hm, I need to speak with an Astral.

Noctis: ...

Noctis: -talks smack about Ifrit-

Ifrit: -busting down the door- THE FUCK YOU SAY?

Noctis: Found one.

[captaindrautos]

narcolepticprince replied to your post: Uh-huh. Then why is your blood, your fresh blood...

“Must not be lying since he’s a captain, boy oh boy do I sure love putting my full trust in Drautos he can do nothing wrong even as he lays here half-weird-looking and bleeding out black blood, mmhm, mmhm.”

    “No one asked your opinion. Why don’t you go have daddy issues in a corner?”