#starshcll

[royalbratprince]

[From here because Tumblr formatting continues to frustrate me.]

@starshcll:

    Prompto wasn’t good with crowds. He had bad anxiety, undiagnosed thanks to his ‘sheltered’ life in Gralea. He was used to behaving as composed as possible; he had to in order to live up to what was expected of him as Niflheim’s prince. But now that he was wandering with these Lucians (he still couldn’t believe they hadn’t killed him yet), crowds were a common thing. Nothing had been as bad as this particular city though. On top of the heat that came from the Disc and the city’s power plant, anxiety made Prompto feel even worse. He felt like everyone’s eyes were on him, like they all knew exactly who he was and hated him for it. He lasted a surprising half hour of sweating and trembling and nausea before he finally broke and ran from Noct and his retainers. He had no idea where he was going, just that he wanted to get away before he had a full blown panic attack.

The second Prompto took off, Noctis understood what was happening.  He saw the blur of motion, felt the horror of the situation–

But something seemed to catch in his throat, wound around his legs, preventing him from either calling out or running after immediately.  Guilt.  He’d seen that the blond hadn’t been comfortable, but he’d hoped maybe… maybe he could get used to the place while they were waiting to get into the Leville–

Idiot.  Noctis admonished himself, finally spurred into a run by the thought that if he didn’t move right then, they might lose track permanently.  Despite Gladio’s grunt and Ignis’ half-heard protest, he flung a hand back and signaled that they shouldn’t follow him, pointing; Go around, go around, we’ll find him faster that way.

Idiot.  He was an idiot.  Rounding the corner he’d seen Prompto disappear around, he slowed to a jog just long enough to look for any signs of the next correct turn.  Fuck, the city really was a maze, and he had to find the blond.  Had to.  Soon.  He was probably getting even more dangerously overheated in a strange city where he might need to lay low to stay safe to start, and Noctis didn’t even know if Prompto understood what heatstroke was, what it felt like, what to look out for.  He wasn’t about to just let the guy die.

Yeah, he was going to get shit from it.  A yelling lecture from Gladio at the very least.  But he’d insisted the blond accompany them because he wanted Prompto to be safe.  Political tensions be damned, he saw a good person underneath everything.  A good person under shitty circumstances, and he… he wasn’t going to abandon the hope that maybe he could do something.  It was all his responsibility.

Then where the hell was best to look?  A secluded, shaded place, maybe.  Noctis hurried along, glancing in dark corners and doorways, mumbling quietly to himself, “Come on, Prompto, where are you…”

[galdinking]

@starshcll continued from here

Oh, Prompto. So cute, and would be a great liar if Dino wasn’t his soulmate. 

With one slender eyebrow raised, Dino leaned back against his bench as a cheeky grin spread across his cheeks. “Izzat so? My sunshine chocobo didn’t get hurt, didja?” Grey eyes flicked down to his forearm where Prompto’s words lazily appeared. The part about it being easy was clearly fake, but hey, at least the part about wanting to come back for Dino was true. Which, if he was being honest, made his heart all aflutter.

“I’m honored ta be one of the reasons ya come back here.” 

[sxrtis]

{ @starshcll | closed starter. }

She’d grown fond of the boy, taking him under her wing as if he’d been her younger brother her entire life. Everything he did was done with such positive energy and purpose; but she could sense the lingering self doubt underneath. He would betray himself, even, voicing the little doubts that clearly plagued him.

It caused her to frown, a pang in her chest each time. How she wish he could see himself through the eyes of herself - and his comrades.

Instead, she did not push on the subject. Only giving him little words of encouragements when he seemed he needed it. But this was an entirely different scenario -- his sitting alone on some boulders, overlooking the darkened river that the haven sat on. She could not sleep either, and there was a sense of loneliness that threatened to crush her, too. Finding Prompto awake was something of a blessing. She walked towards him, steps light, clearing her throat as to not startle him.

❝Can you not sleep either?❞

[starsset-dawnrose]

{ @starshcll, Con’t From [x] }

Prompto’s parents had been home not twenty-four hours before they received a summons. They hadn’t had a meeting concerning their ‘son’ in years. As far as they knew, there was no cause for it. He behaved himself in school, kept the tattoo hidden, and was on a strict pattern of suppressants. They had made it perfectly clear that they wouldn’t cover for him if his origin got out; hiding it was his responsibility. He took it very seriously and so neither Tia nor Sterth could imagine him purposefully outing himself. He knew the consequences if he did; he’d surely be locked away for experimentation, or exiled or executed. All were possibilities that frightened the omega into obedience.

Both Tia and Sterth were equally shocked to find that their meeting wasn’t with Cor or Clarus; only Tia kept that surprise well-masked. Instead, the prince himself was sitting at the table. Both were now on their best behavior. Prompto had never told them of his friendship with Noct, afraid they would demand he stay away.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness,” Tia greeted, using her business voice. “I would have dressed for the occasion had I known it was you we would be graced with seeing.”

Dear Six Noctis hated things like this, this was more of Ignis’ type of thing than his. However his advisor was standing behind him, Gladio wasn’t in the room at all- (he loved Gladio but Six the man would have less of a hold on his emotions than either Noctis or Ignis.

“Yes, well, it is best if my classmates didn’t know it was their prince talking to their parents rather than another member of the Crownsguard or Court.” He smiled coldly at the two. “But they don’t truly matter at the moment. We’re here to discuss your supposed son, Prompto Argentum.”

“I would love to say it is a pleasure to finally meet Prompto’s parents, but I cannot say I can see you as them. More like financial help, than anything, for his younger years.”

“I’m not certain if I am relieved or horrified at knowing that neither of you share a pack or parental bond with Prompto. On one hand, it makes doing this all the more easier, but on the other it hurts to know that Prom clearly cares for the both of you when it’s obvious neither of you cared enough for him to be there for him.”

“Certainly you both realize that lying about a secondary gender is highly punishable.” He watched their reactions carefully, hiding his glee as he continued, “Especially when you’ve been lying for not only years, but for those years you’ve been putting an omega on harmful suppressants, and not only that but not supplying money for said suppressants when said omega is a minor.”

[leorugiet]

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[I DON’T THINK ANYONE KNOWS WHAT THOSE EVIL PIECES OF PLASTIC ARE. but i applaud you for trying <3]

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‘EVIL CHEEK POKING BASTARDS’ DIDN’T SEEM TO FIT THE TONE OF THE RP

[captaindrautos]

🍹 drink me daddy

What cocktail are you meme

Banana Daiquiri

Yellow, sweet, fruity, best served cold, and I’m probably too old for it.

[faaola]

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“Oh really? I’ll be there in ten then, Luche.” Nyx’s response was immediate, hand falling away from his ear piece as he set off in a run. Perhaps to most it wasn’t an exact extreme emergency, but the state of one particular blond was in jeopardy. He didn’t exactly have all the details -- only knowing that Prompto was upset -- but it didn’t matter. Whatever had happened, he wanted to be there to do what he could to help --- and if Luche was actually calling him for assistance, then perhaps it was worse than he realized.

As he had stated, it was only about ten minutes since he had responded, easily finding himself strolling up as if he was simply casually running into them both. He offered an easy smile as he strolled up, forcing his breathing to steady out before it was even near supposed to be able too. He gave a pat to Luche’s shoulder, and a soft, warm look to Prompto.

“I heard through the grapevine one of my favorite people was upset, may I know what happened, Prom?”

[fujubun]

"On a scale from 1 to 10, you're a 9... And I'm the 1 you need."

I didn’t even reblog a meme you hooligan where are you getting these

“I believe you’re statistically incorrect, but its only a small error, you’re already the only 10 I need, Prompto.”