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[light-of-judgment]

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[ardynzunia]

A long claw moves down to boop the child.

Dyn giggle’s when he’s booped, and grabs the clawed hand by one overly long finger. He hasn’t seen his goopy friend in a while, but he’s very happy he’s back. He missed the wild haired man who could take all sorts of shapes.  “Hi! You came to visit!’ He said, “wanna play?”

[hyperionswrath--archived]

❛   you’re  wonderful   ,   let  me  fuck  you  in  front  of  a  mirror.   ❜

The Abyssinian's grasp was relentless, pinning his arms to his sides, making it impossible to summon a dagger and warp into a safer distance. Once again, Seifer had found himself confronted with dire consequences of his big mouth and thoughtless rashness. When the Chancellor had arrived in Insomnia, the Crownsguard had requested backup forces from the Glaives, if begrudgingly. It was not so much the presence of one single man that had them on alert but rather the expectation of Niflheim forces infiltrating the Crown City under disguise, while all eyes were on Izunia. However, the meeting with King Regis had taken place in a surprisingly mannered fashion, and when Ardyn made to leave, the Glaives followed him discreetly. While everyone present was relieved the man seemed to be on his merry way out of the city again, Seifer had not fallen back once they had come close to the outskirts of the city. And, lo and behold, the Chancellor had not, in fact, walked through the city gates. Following the man on his heels, sticking to the shadows as much as possible, Seifer had not put into account that he was, after all, of tall build while his blond hair and fair skin also stood out. It should have been of no surprise when Isunia then led him astray, into what seemed to be one of the many abandoned homes deserted in the wakes of the war, perhaps due to the inhabitant dying in the field. Certain the man had some shady plan laid out and he might be the only one reasonable enough to not let him out of sight, the tall blond had slipped into the building quietly after Ardyn. Who already stood in waiting. A fight had ensued, in which's course Seifer soon came to realize he did not possess a hint of enough brawn to best whatever Izunia was - for mortal his power certainly was not. And now he found himself battered and trapped in a grip much too volatile for a human form to contain.

What was worse than the sinking feeling of his defeat and the helplessness it brought with it, was the terror inflicted when the creature suddenly grew another set of arms, seemingly out of nowhere. The very same reached around him now, one grasping his throat, applying enough pressure to make breathing painful and difficult, while the other started roaming. "...what the-", his coughed up words didn't go far, cut off when a precise touch was placed in his groin, making him jolt as much as his current confinement in the Abyssinian's grip allowed. With a fluid motion that sent Seifer's feed stumbling he was spun around, now facing a full-body-mirror, it's surface cracked on the top right from their previous fight, and spiderweb cracks running down, yet it still displayed the both of them perfectly - showing the horror and irritation in Seifer's face and yellow eyes and a devilish smile behind him. "Now, now, my boy, this doesn't have to be ugly...", the Chancellor singsonged, squeezing with all hands at once, sending another jolt through the Glaive's body, forcing a rattling sound from his throat and, to Seifer's mortification, something that sounded an awful lot like a moan. Chuckling thickly at that, Ardyn's hand loosened its grip on his neck and wandered down, tearing the uniform open with one swift pull. "You're wonderful... let me fuck you in front of that mirror."

[divinedaemonic]

| ❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ] | @scourgedaddy​​ asked |   💢 | 💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

He hasn’t been sleeping. He doesn’t sleep much anymore - not when he is aware that he is working on a time limit. The few remaining staff have long since retired and it is him alone, in his labs, caught up in his studies and research. There is so much he still needs to do before the Scourge fully consumes him. And if he has to push his body to its limits then so be it. 

He’s feverish but its only mild - probably. He’s still designing the systems for his precious Immortalis, he has no time to rest. He has no time to be sick. 

He doesn’t notice Ardyn enter, doesn’t hear if anything is said. He does, however, feel himself be lifted from his seat. He looks up in shock, only catching a flash of wine hair as he was dropped over the other’s shoulder. 

“No, you put me down right now.” He demands, though his voice is hoarse and weak.

[battleshot]

@scourgedaddy​​    𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 

       “  You don’t need to follow me,   y’know   -- if it wasn’t already   obvious,   your presence isn’t wanted. “ 

[loqibesthia]

Me any time there’s versdyn on the dash:

Loqi any time there’s versdyn on the dash:

[totustuumegosum]

This is how it ends. Not with a whimper but with-

That was where Ignis’ last thought lie before the world fell hollow, an explosion flinging him through the air, through nothing. His shoulder hit solidity, his head cracked in its wake, and he was set adrift as the world beneath him dissolved as sugar on the tongue.

He was aware, vaguely, that he must be alive. If only because there was still so much to do. If only because there were plans incomplete. If only because there were years left before the King of Light returned, and he refused to give in until he felt the sun on his face. In the absence of sight, Ignis’ world relied on his other senses. And with their failure, with his ears fogged empty and his body reduced to the singular point of wet gathering against the back of his tongue, he tumbled hypnagogic through what he refused to believe was death.

It mustn't be. It mustn't.

And as he fell, the mustn’t grew more and more difficult to focus on. It bounced about the prison his own mind had become, echolalia repeated until it blended seamlessly into the silence surrounding him, mustn’tmusMUSTN’tmumuSTmustn’tMIGHTmuMUmustmurmurmururmumumummmmₘₘₘₘₘₘₘₘ

       I might be dead.

Such a shame, then, that there was no light at the end. A promise unfulfilled, he feared, even as his eyes searched through the gloom. Ignis peered, dead eyes peeled in foolish hope, for what must have been hours. Years. Centuries.

It was only once that hope abandoned him that he caught something out there in the dark. Black on black. Oil on tar. Not light. Not light. But after millennia of falling through the void it crackled within him with the strength of comfort, hard enough to force a beleaguered moan up through the blood in his throat and the emptiness of his skull.

@scourgedaddy

[unparalleledfocus-blog]

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Oh, of course because if the professor added in his two cents, he would have his head loped off. Cyrus scoffed at the man’s tone and choice of words, really was that suppose to make him turn tail? “I speak only for myself because of the actions you have set in motion. I can not stand around and watch it all go down hill just for your own gain.”

He knew that provoking the beast would set forth a chain reaction that might end up with his life being lost or worse. Still, the need to end this as soon as possible was all to strong for the ebony to pass up. Even though, the only one how could really kill this monster was the one true King. “To think a man like yourself use to be viewed so highly....where did it all go wrong.”