#no-consequence

[catncore]

i needed a visual reference for sanae for the rp’s with @no-consequence. it was an excuse to modify his usual outfit and make his hair shaggier. i’m pretty happy with it but i plan to do a full body of this outfit soon. the colors are pulled from a.rdyn’s outfit and his waistcoat carries the same floral pattern as his mantel. i needed to keep note of colors and visual cues since i was forgetting some details for while he was subjugated to demon jesus. 

[light-of-judgment]

Starter for @no-consequence

One of the best things about being a God, Kefka thought, was the ability to travel anywhere he wanted. Tired of destroying the world? Give it a break. Visit another one and make their civilization worship you before wiping them out. It was that kind of thing that kept him amused for some time after he’d wiped out any hope of resistance that the Returners had left.

For Kefka though, that kind of amusement could only last so long.

Destruction became mundane. Boredom became inevitable. Restlessness became the norm.

So he began searching instead. He searched worlds over for something to break the growing cycle of nihilism that had been poisoning him now since Terra failed to complete her duty and 

just fucking kill him. 

That was what brought him to Eos in the first place. That was what brought him to the strange place that seemed hidden away and lost to history entirely. He’d heard whispers of a darkness that had been trapped away and sealed carefully.

Adagium. That was what they called it. But no one told him exactly what Adagium was and the references he could find were purposefully vague. Thankfully, he could feel that darkness the second he arrived on Eos and he knew it wasn’t a waste of his time.

The God of Magic took very little time finding the place inside of Angelgard. It was easy when the stink of darkness seemed to lead to a singular source. It seemed to want to crawl from the man. It needed help being unleashed. He approached the figure hanging there, a flame coming to life in his hand to bring light to the area.

“Someone with so much darkness as you truly must have been met with the worst kind of fate,” he comments, a hand reaching up to turn Ardyn’s chin to one side, then the other, trying to get a look at him.

[weatherford]

“Come, lets get some air”

Ardyn didn’t wait for a reply, placing his hand upon the others arm, lifting him from the table and walking with him out onto one of the window balconies that flanked the library.

Once outside away from the public he pushed some of the others’ hair away from his face, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead, checking his temperature. “Are you alright, what’s wrong?”   /    @no-consequence

there was nothing that would have given credence that the ginger was ill or sick. it was more a long the fact that he had used up his social fuse and was running on fumes of patience to get somewhere he could sit and breathe. this happened every so often, even if he was manning the library alone. in these cases he would use ardyn as a scapegoat to make his exit. 

❛   i.... didn’t mean to. i’m.... fine.    ❜      he had his eyes closed the moment they were out in the open air of the balcony so he could breathe.      ❛    it’s not usually this bad. i think I’ve done too much today.   ❜     even with the others delicate care, he was struggling with meeting his gaze, his eyes focused on the chancellors scarf (and fighting the urge to correct its positioning).      ❛   i didn’t mean to pull you away from your conversation. it was rude of me....    ❜ 

[imperialminister]

       “Oh, shut your whining. It’s only for the better. Do you want to be a walking stench?”

@no-consequence

[artamicitia]

no-consequence replied to your post “    “What’s lube?””

....Who hurt you

    Art’s head cocked to the side, his brows pressing together in confusion.  “Ain’t no one hurt me.”

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

@no-consequence continued from here. 

Okay, so maybe Noctis had misused his ability to warp but it was almost worth it to see the older male’s reaction. Ardyn was usually a prime example of composure – it was usually Noctis reduced to a squirming mess and while he didn’t quite have the same impact on the man, he was a little smug over catching him off guard.

“You’re just annoyed I caught you off guard,” he grinned, looking down at the wrist still in Ardyn’s grip.

[commodorearaneahighwind]

@no-consequence There were a lot of things going through her mind lately. Things ans people. All that were lost and hurt. First was the little prince. Ravus Nox Fleuret whom she had helped to establish a rank. He had burned all bridges in order to become High Commander, a move she didn’t blame him for. He had a country and a sister to protect after all. What kept enraging her was his death. Or not so death. She had hears from Ignis and Prompto.

Two more names on her list. Prompto who had suffered in Gralea and Ignis who stood tall in Altissia. Both suffering the consequences still. And if she thought of those three there was one big connection in their pain. Ardyn Izunia – or rather Lucis Caelum. Long years ago it was him who had approached her. He was willing to fulfill hee demands for a gear unbreakable and an airship. He ensured that she would get her salary. And ahe was willing to work with Niflheim for this.

Thinking of Ardzn gave her chills. He was the scourge in a way. He was in control of it this was known by now. He was… he had always been so close, right in front of her and she had been too stupid to see behind his mask. And now that she did she was afraid. The man who once annoyed her to no end now frightened her. Yet she was sick of all this. Sick of the night she had lived in for five years. And death she feared not. So she had made up her mind.

Aranea approached the Citadel without hesitation, not showing her fear as she walked right into the throne room. She was here to finish this. She would rather die in battle than silently wait for someone to safe her from the night. She aas no damsel in distress! And she would never be such. „Ardyn…“ she snarled as she saw him upon that throne. The man who had taken the little prince she once consideres a brother.