time to save the legumes, boys!

Roadsoftrial's FFXV/writing blog / multishipper, but Promnis, Cordio and Cornyx are the main squeezes / Occasionally NSFW / 18+ / Icon by bierausgalahd!

[lovexazrael]

Burdens

I`ve had this idea for quite a while now but always struggle finding the time to draw. Glad I finally got it done tho, although during the process I got stuck so many times I almost deleted it out of frustration lmao

[nullphysics]

Various ignoct draws

[marzipanic-bubblegun]

Many sacrificed all for the King, so must the King sacrifice himself for all.

[lorandesore]

Gladiolus by Lorandesore

[trasshess]

Love me, just me

[thelionsigil]

PREORDER LAUNCH

We are proud to announce that The Lion’s Sigil, a Cor Leonis fanzine, is now available for pare-orders from Dec 12 - Jan 12! 🦁

 Order here: https://thelionssigil.bigcartel.com

Shares and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you so much for the support, and we hope you enjoy this product of love! 💫

[hheistt]

somebody to lean on

commission for @ignisgayentia !

[aliatori]

FANFIC - Abstract Expressionism

Fandom: FFXV Rating: Mature Pairing: Cornyx Warnings: N/A Summary: Art professor Nyx Ulric and life model Cor Leonis are great at falling into each other’s orbits—they’re just not great at staying there. Notes: A gift for @thelegendarynoctgar​ _________

When Cor huffs out a parchment-over-gravel laugh right into Nyx’s ear—well, into his headphones, which are technically in his ears—Nyx resolves to call and ask him for favors more often.

“What sort of favor?” Cor asks, the faint domestic sounds of running sinks and clinking dishes in the background.

Nyx fiddles with the tail end of his braid, contemplates chewing on it, decides the nervous habit is too undignified even if Cor isn’t here to see it, and places the offending hand flat on the black marble counter top in front of him. “The paid, career relevant sort of favor.”

“Tell me you’re not about to ask me to come model for one of your classes,” Cor says, deadpan.

“I definitely was…” Nyx trails off, grinning the fool at being called so quickly on his bluff.

“Was?”

“Was going to ask you exactly that, yeah. The model I had booked is out of town on a family emergency, and there is a shocking shortage of people willing to sit nude in front of budding artists this week.”

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[his-pair-of-spare-glasses]

They would have been great sister figures. Please tell me Iris learned her tricks from Crowe ;w;

[smovs]

ignis and gladio seemed kinda distant in brotherhood, right. they must’ve bonded over something really powerful. something transcendant.

[klimtsonian]

a promnis commission i was lucky enough to work on for @/ RoadsofTrial on twitter, based off of her extremely lovely fic, “I will lay me down”, which you can read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13499352  💕

[arsuf]

N y x   U l r i c  ►  [5/?]

[hheistt]

whoops

[guettaes]

Nyx ulric BSAA Captain

@I_am_numer1

[aliatori]

FANFIC - Still with Hearts Beating

Fandom: FFXV Rating: M Pairing: Gladnoct Warnings: Suicidal ideation and suicide attempt Summary: Someone else can be Captain. Someone else can be a hero. Someone else can rebuild the world that has no place for an Amicitia. Gladio’s done. Notes: A gift for @roadsoftrial a year in the making. Hope you enjoy. <3 

___________________ When Gladio takes a step towards the throne, it is the most difficult step he’s taken in ten long years of darkness—in his entire life. Ignis and Prompto, almost as though sensing that this is Gladio’s final burden to bear, step backwards, and Gladio stalwartly ignores the tears streaming down both of their faces before they can be the last pebbles on top of his mountain of grief, burying him in an avalanche from which he may never recover.

Bile rises in Gladio’s throat with each inch he gains on his objective, but he swallows it down over and over, unwilling to add his dignity to the endless lists of sacrifices the four of them have made. Sunlight already begins to stream through the high windows of the throne room. A farce. A charade. Surely after all of the struggle, all of the blood and sweat and tears, after such resolute perseverance, after carving out a single bastion of safety in which to await Noct’s return, fate would be kinder.

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[kantonliu]

Brother dearest.

[ffxvcaps]

Final Fantasy XV → ”I’m Sorry”