ONE SHOT, BABY!

private prompto argentum of FFXV.

[wiredcore-blog]

@argentlined is such a bomb ass prompto i would die for her

[everkings]

Rainy battle.

[queerthighs]

b a b y  c h o c o b o s

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@scvtcheon

     “Ghhhhh -- c’mon Gladio... can’t you like, ‘dunno, track the thing a little faster? I’m getting super creeped out by this place...! It reeks of bad vibes, and it’s getting dark? That’s not a good combination!”

It’s a rarity, how the usually enthusiastic Prompto dwindled into a very anxious and quivering Prompto in a matter of half an hour. Normally, he liked hunts -- loved them. But with lead weighing down in his gut, as well as indecipherable dread, Prompto’s quick to assume the worst when he hears a nasty snarl -- and even moreso when his eyes can’t find the source of said snarl. Fear clutches at his rapid heartbeat, and Prompto stands perfectly still. A crackle a ways from the two hunters sets him on edge all over again, and with a suppressed yelp he’s behind Gladio like a shadow, his freckled face contorted with stress.

     “D-Did you hear that? That wasn’t just me, right?” A pause, and then he’s whispering with panic clinging to his tone, “Can’t we just go back to camp already?!”

[nocto-lucis-blog]

“There’s a way…“

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@warpstruck

     “Y’know, Noct... if it’s too much for you to handle, we can check the city out another time.” 

The concern is easily discernible in Prompto’s eyes -- he’s never been one to succeed in masking his worry. Prompto huffs out a pleasant sigh while they walk together, and he’s wrapping an arm around Noctis’ shoulders without warning. “Those headaches don’t look like they’re getting any better,” he adds with a contrite smile, “soooo--! Let’s take a break, ‘kay?”

[his-shining-tears]

Who farted?? Prompto? Noct?

[wiredcore-blog]

scvtcheon replied to your post:

i love my little bro * looks at smudged writing on hand * prompthoe

*prompdead is died*

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@lernem

     “--- creeped out? no... getting the heebie jeebies? uh, yeah?!” The blonde even makes it a point to hug and curl into himself, his face scrunching up with discomfort at the jittery feeling crawling up his spine. Prompto shakes his head frantically, teeth gnashing together as he shivers. “Bugs just... agh -- they’re so gross! I can’t stand ‘em!” He sighs then, puffing out his cheeks as he slumps into an awkward sitting position -- talking his new companion’s ear off without a care in the world (it’s not as though they had anyone else here either -- Prompto thinks he’s just lucky). 

     “Now we’re stuck here with those nasty things, and...! You’re not even batting an eyelash! You’ve got a lot more backbone than I do...”

[wiredcore-blog]

peepo.... :/

it’s prompto 

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argentlined replied to your post:

make one for prampta,

U CAN COUNT ON IT CHOCOBUDDY

[kinardstits]

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@forsakehim

     “Aw man... I’m totally beat,” Prompto wheezes, his legs staggering -- almost crumpling to the floor with exhaustion. The night drawls on, and the moon light is almost as tolling as the sun’s, reminding Prompto that they’ve been up and at it all day. He breathes out -- an exaggerated sigh past his lips that’s an attempt to garner the attention of the head-in-chief, who was none other than the strangely energy-filled prince. From where Prompto’s collapsed, his blue eyes peer to the prince, a silent plea in his irises.

     “Whaddya say, Noct? Ready to hit the hay? .....Pleeeease say yes.”

[exsoldiers-remade]

prompto’s voice impression of cindy

oKAY I’M DYYYIIINGNGNGGGG IT’S SO GOOD BUT IT’S SO BAD OMG

[wiredcore-blog]

OK... FOR REALSIES NOW!!! LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER!!!

[wiredcore-blog]

a lil smooch on the tip of the nose

     “Whoa, whoa! Hey...” Prompto’s arms wriggle as he almost trips over his own feet, his mess of swaying limbs seeking for a solid surface. His face flushes with a pinkish hue, an index finger rubbing instinctively at his freckled nose. Then, Prompto huffs, chuckles, and a snort gets caught just in between the two. Talk about embarrassing.

     “Man that’s -- ! That’s totally my thing, Noct!             .....Give a guy a little warning next time, yeah?”

[warpstruck-blog]

"hey, c'mon! no time for moping around, noct - I've got it aaaaallll covered~!"

          “Yeah–? In your capable hands, huh?”

Noctis makes a face at the sky, then levels his friend with a look that’s skeptical, at best. Prompto’s ‘had it covered’ plenty of times before, but how many of those times left someone to survive by the skin of their teeth (dodging bullets was hard enough as it was and, well, Noctis didn’t exactly take kindly to frostbite). But all the same, they’re laughing in the end–and more often than not, that’s all Noctis needs. Even now, both Noctis and Prompto are thoroughly roughed up; dirt, scrapes, bruises yet to show… He snorts. 

          “— and that’s… supposed to make me feel better?”

@wiredcore​