#ofnoconsxquence

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

@ofnoconsxquence talked about an older Ardyn with the Sidecrown Regis is wearing. So all the idea behind this goes to @ofnoconsxquence!  I just could not resist to edit it.

So here is an older Ardyn with the Sidecrown of Lucis and showing off his Healingpower, ah, had he not been corrupted, he would have looked awesome. Fun thing: The crown of Lucis just bends the EXACT SAME way his hair does, so it is hardly noticeable! Coincidence?

The First True King.

[heartxandxhome]

@ofnoconsxquence

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The other hunters were asleep and those posted on watch had been summoned to quell an unexpected spawn of goblins up by the lighthouse.

And in the bright floodlights of Caem Sarah found herself standing across from a memory. Only a few short years ago she would have run to the man and pulled him into a tight hug - warm and caring and familial. 

Ardyn was one of the reasons she hadn’t fallen into an inescapable darkness after the raid. A bright and charming friend who had called to their islands whenever time allowed.

We were friends, truly.

A true friend who had told her of his enchanting daughter and who had listened with a kindred ear about her heroic boy. The young man who had gone off to fight as one of the glaive - the talented warriors who could use the king’s magic.

“I told you how much I lived for my boy …”

[sagefiredaggers]

Angelgard Prison | Ardyn Unchained

@ofnoconsxquence

Noctis, Prompto, Gladiolus, and Ignis camped on the small island just off of Galdin Quay with the intention of exploring it and learning its secrets. The entire place glowed in the night under the power of the runes that protected all havens across Lucis. No daemons could ever have set foot there. Or so it seemed.

Ignis went back after dinner to the locked door just on the inside of the structure and examined it for the fourth time that day. No one else had bothered to join him; Prompto was asleep, Noct told his advisor he was obsessed, and Gladio was the least interested in the locked door of them four of them. The runes of the room glowed faintly even in the soft light of the lantern Ignis held before him. There was something underlying the blue glow, however. Something darker, fainter.

The advisor flipped the switch on the lantern and was thrown into pitchy blackness. The runes’ glow steadily intensified, around the edges of the blue, a blending of purple-black appeared. The darker runes curled and bent under the brighter light of the haven runes. Ignis traced and studied them for a long time. The longer he remained, the brighter they seemed to become, summoned forward under his attention to their details.

Just before dawn, as the sky was gently turning pink on the ocean horizon, Ignis discovered the answer. The ruin wall with the dark runes cracked sharply, air rushed into and out of the crease. Darkness licked at the edges of the room. And the advisor stepped back, apprehensive but fascinated.

He did it--but what had he unleased?

[regeminlucem-blog]

@ofnoconsxquence bc i can tbh--

Don’t think he doesn’t see you, mister. You’ve been standing there all day. Well, okay, more like a few hours, but it feels like all day. He’s not supposed to talk to strangers, he knows that, but...dad’s busy. Dad’s been busy, and so’s Uncle Clarus and Mr. Cor and...everyone. And Gladio is no fun...and, wait. He’s also not here!

So the boy walks (well; limps, a little -- it hasn’t been long since they returned from Tenebrae and his knee still bugs him) over to the tall man and stares up at him. “Hi,” he says, hands on his hips and trying to look grown-up. “Who’re you?”

[luxarcum]

@ofnoconsxquence

It took every bit of self-control he had not to roll his eyes. Royal shmoyal. All that meant was that Izunia had grown up with a proper education, daily baths, and the training to one day rule a kingdom if necessary. He was still just a man. Right? Lux deflated. “He is too good for me,” he groaned as he plopped his dusty bottom onto Ardyn’s bed.

“He’s okay,” he admitted. But anyone could see from the pout on his face that he was smitten and losing hope. “No, I’m just okay. He’s something better than okay.”

[rexcrystallis]

@ofnoconsxquence || [CONTINUED]

Noct draws close to his charge, listening to his words. Right. He signals subtly to the two other Praetor in the crowd, and just as they’re closing in, he hears the whiz of the arrow in the air. He acts fast. An arm is flung around his King’s shoulders, and he’s pushed down - at the same time Noctis maneuvers his body ‘round, his free hand flinging out to cast a barrier between them. In this job, reflexes and instinct are key. Crystalline light holds fast and the arrow pings uselessly off of it, and one of the two of his Praetor comrades is already turning, looking for the source. Noctis could see the bolt of fire from his comrade’s outstretched hand. 

He looks to Ardyn.

“Majesty, are you harmed--?”

[regifeldraconum]

@ofnoconsxquence replied to your post: “… I fall asleep and then weeks pass. That last...

“Go back to sleep.”

“Maybe after I burn you to ashes. I don’t like sleeping in the dark, so I need to make a night light. I think you’ll scorch in the blinding rays nicely.”

[rexmajestatis]

ofnoconsxquence replied to your post: How pitiful that his last chance at salvation...

Once Ardyn catches up to Noctis in the beyond: YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE.

IT WAS EITHER THAT OR TEN YEARS IN PURGATORY WITH BAHAMUT, IT SEEMED LIKE THE BETTER OPTION