― 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊

for hearth & home { c i t t a - a l v e a r e }

[jemefitt]

“A slave of fate and destiny”

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❛  lucian-city-guard.

wolfglaive started following you

“You? Again?”

Looking him up and down again, Petra just shook his head and sighed. “You should know the drill by now Ulric - west gate.”

Indeed, it was him once again. Perhaps the day a fellow glaive chose to cease in the dodging of gate watching or perhaps avoidance of major injury then perhaps Ulric would not be seen and dismissed as a common appearance here. Stoic as ever, words recollected of what he and his fellow glaive members were to this man. 

“I know it just as well as you do.” He nodded with words spared afterwards.

[annaoi]

Hold Still - Part 1

Headcanon: Selena Ulric likes to take photos, is an artist and is the only one allowed to braid Nyx’s hair.

(Had to finish this quick coz more paperwork at the office coming up. Part 2 is coming soon)

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ᴅay ᴏne

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❛  terthiodecimo.

He had it coming which is why he isn’t trying to defend himself from the humiliation in the middle of the street. He destroyed a home, probably killed some people, sent others to the hospital. This is nothing but a just consequence, even a small one, for what he had done. Losing his keyblades, yeah sure it hurts, it hurts Roxas more than anything but that just wasn’t enough in his opinion. He isn’t even going to try to fight back, not because he doesn’t have the resources to, but because this is exactly what he deserves and he had this coming as well so he can’t just complain about it. So, he takes the silent beating, it can continue for as long as it wants. The men insist that he try and do something but Roxas shakes his head. “I’m not going to.” He keeps repeating the same thing over and over again..until it eventually just stops. The kicks, the hits, the bashing, the words, it stops.

He lifts his gaze if just barely to see what happened now. Maybe they got tired? But no, that isn’t it. To his surprise when he sees a man standing up for him and by the looks of the wooden daggers on him he must be new to this place. He can’t help but frown, he didn’t call for any help nor did he want it either. The men leave and the strange man speaks to Roxas but he barely catches any of it. For some reason he reminds him of Zack a bit, but he’s different as well. “Why did you help me?” Roxas asks plainly with no signs of him wanting to take his offering of help. “I didn’t ask you to help.” He didn’t want any, it’s a consequence he was dealing with for his actions after all. He isn’t exactly questioning why a grown person would want to help out someone getting hit, that there explains itself after all. “I’ve done some horrible things..it’s only natural.” His voice emotionless and dead hearted. Roxas barely has strengths for anything. It’s a pitiful sight.

How meek. How broken. How hapless and helpless was the young boy in black before him --- legs hugged and tugged warmly against him as if he desired to shield himself from what the world might be planning on throwing at him. It tugged at Nyx in the wrong manner though his expression showcased naught, void remained the face of a soldier trained and forged through hurt and pain. A glance was spared to his hand, held out to serve as aide to this obvious calling for help, but loosely hung it remained. Clenching it once, perhaps this mentality was one he were familiar with. How it felt to feel helpless and useless --- powerless. A heavy sigh was expelled, whispering passed his lips, firm chest rising when breath was taken in to then fall when released. Youth now a days, so fragile. “We’ve all done some horrible things kid.” Silent applaud that this young blood seemed to not excuse any actions taken as mere errors or mistakes done through the path of life. “Letting a group of men kick you and spit at you isn’t something many are going to sit back and watch.” At least not Nyx. For whatever sins he might have committed Nyx remained oblivious to but perhaps in time light will be shed upon, but not now. Postured straightened and the man slipped on his jacket before suddenly taking his place by the boy’s side. “Mind if I sit here?” Queried but for what matter? Nyx had already invited himself. Memories of times spent with his dear sister flashed in snaps of photos through his vision where in times of emotional distress he always found himself by her side offering her the best of advice he possibly could.

He nudged the boy with his shoulder. “Kid, hey. Tell me what you see.” A request that voiced itself as an order. “I see many faces, all going about with their day. All different. Color, shape, size, people. We all have one thing in common though, we’re all hurting somewhere. Be it things we did, things that happened to us, or things we know that we can’t change or are coming. It’s like a plague and we can’t get rid of it,” a leg stretched out upon the pavement whilst the other bent so that his elbow could rest comfortably upon his knee whilst he faced forward. “Some of us deal with it better than others and that’s not bad, but to me it’s the responsibility of the ones that deal with their hurt better to help those who can’t do it on their own just yet. It isn’t that they can’t, they can, they just need a little push from others first. So that when they can finally deal with their hurt they can help others and pass it on. You didn’t need to ask for my help, you didn’t even need to scream for it. I wanted to help you. Because believe it or not, one day you’ll grow up and be looking at a kid who’ll have that same look on their eyes and you’ll be reaching out to them. So, instead of punishing yourself, as you’re apparently doing, just learn and let others help you out in the meantime. That isn’t a bad thing boy.”

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Visit Original Link

It’s the clean version of the introduction song

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❛ cetrasguard.

    Her eyes continued to roll as Zack expressed his dislike more so through his body language and expressions than what came out of his mouth. While to some extent she understood his distaste, as someone who regularly went off by himself he should be thankful that she chose someone to accompany her rather than wandering off by herself. Certainly he would prefer to go himself, but he had obligations in the city and they’d have plenty of time later to go exploring elsewhere. She assures him of this upon her departure; a kiss and a gentle warning to not do anything stupid while she was gone. Throwing her backpack around her shoulders, making sure she had everything necessary to conquer the snowy mountain of Sia before turning to her newfound bodyguard.

    “He’ll get over it,” probably any way. With that she starts off their journey with confident steps, although before they threw themselves into untold danger she supposes she should take the chance to get to know her new friend. “You know you said I was in good hands but maybe you’re the one that’ll be in safe company,” she partially jokes with a gesture to the wooden daggers he’d been gifted, a sign that he was a recent arrival. “Don’t worry I’ll protect you,” she continues with a wide grin. While she was jesting she’s fully aware that she had enough of her abilities back to not be a burden; far from it. “So…you ever climbed a mountain before?” Thinking to change the subject as the stoic vibe he emanated might not take too kindly to her messing around. She hopes she was wrong however, certainly she needed a little extra help but adventuring with pleasant company was what made it worthwhile

Nyx awaited patiently, stoic as ever and in place until told otherwise. Tad bit amused by her response to his clear and obvious observation in regards to her partner. “Right.” Singular word spared whilst at last the dawning of their journey commenced, silent thoughts wandering of when it was perhaps that he would be returning to Insomnia given that he was extremely needed there at the moment and showcasing panic and distress over it would be getting him nowhere. Though not visible, Nyx was extremely concerned of what had become of him in this place and what will be of his actual homelands. Tugged from those thoughts for the time being wen he is spoken to however. The female seemed to be picking at him for the choice in weaponry even if perhaps he had no say in it from the start.

“Heh, that’s reassuring.” Short were his comments. She seemed like the lively sort. One to stray away from his objective he was not, he was in charge of making sure not a single thing happened to this woman, and by the loos of her partner if anything were to happen then he was on his hit list. “There’s more to strength than just weapons.” An addition for conversation’s sake. “I have climbed more than just mountains before.” Climbed, jumped, warped, there was a list. “I assume you don’t go out much?” By the small spout that took place before they headed off anyway. However, all in the while he spoke to her he made certain to keep a close eye to his surroundings. After all this location was still of minimal knowledge to Nyx, he would not allow his guard to drop merely because he had company.

[birthbyfantasy]

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I really really love this song from the Kingsglaive OST

[eritiacoli]

Lady MoonMoon versus a Giant Fish.

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Snarky Nyx

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[ @kingsdefender ]

Out of all of the unfamiliar faces, locations, corners, and streets --- at this point in time Nyx Ulric expected not to come across a familiar face from his homeland but it seemed as for fate took a joy in proving him wrong. Ulric at first condemned himself that perhaps his judgement were not the best as it stood at the moment so hesitance was earned from his persona in the means to engage in any manner whatsoever towards the towering man but the closer he got the clearer the view. To a personal degree, knowing him he did not, his name was one said and spoken of many times so that was no foreign matter to Nyx. He was a member of the crownsguard. The eldest son.

“Gladiolus?” The name was foreign when spoken and even heard for it had been a while after all. What was he doing here of all places? Wherever this might be. Should he not be journeying abouts with the prince at the moment and his guard? “What are you doing here? Where is prince Noctis and the rest?” Some light was desired to be shed even if perhaps Nyx himself had some heavy news to pass on himself as well. 

[luvologyo-deactivated20231018]

↳    who do you choose   ⇁   the Glaive or the Prince?

for  @stephanythedramaqueen @annaoi @ulric-nyx  @thechocobros ♡   (sorry this isn’t v good, still sick with the flu, but wanted to say tysm for everything  :) )

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ᴅay ᴏne

[ @terthiodecimo ]

“Come on kid, do something.”

Displeasure was keenly pleasant upon the eyes of the war hero, watching how a good amount of lowlifes struck at the blonde haired boy a couple of times. It had been no more than a couple of minutes and the boy showed no resistance to this meaningless abuse --- slapped about, kicked, spat on, name it, it is in the books. The mere sight of the boy Nyx was no blind man that he was quite capable of defending himself which is what the glaive was waiting about for, for him to stand up and give them their much deserving dose of medicine but it never came, at least not yet. He took the final sip of his beer, money and tip left to lay about on the table. Sitting about was not sitting right for Nyx, especially to his persona when he was very well aware that the issue at hand could be handled in a snap of fingers. “Leave the kid alone would you.” A gentle gesture upon the shoulder of one of the men with a calloused hand. “He’s clearly not having a good day, he doesn’t need any of you pissin’ on it.” A soft glare shot at them.

The man who Nyx motioned away slapped his hand off. “If you knew what that little devil did you’d think otherwise pal!” He blurted right on his face, something Ulric definitely did not appreciate at all. “Yeah if I knew,” Head bobbed though his disinterest was clear when he spoke. “Leave the boy alone.” The man insisted and though reluctance was clear upon the faces of the older men, one claiming that he would return to give him a good dose of what he gave to their families and friends, they eventually left. One not satisfied enough until he flipped Nyx off. Quite the mature lot are they not? “Heh,” Ulric shook his head and rested his glaive jacket over his shoulder and proceeded with extending his hand out to the boy in black. “Come on kid get up.”

Furthermore added, considering that perhaps complimenting a young blood for his self-control would be a wise action to take. “Gotta say, you got some good self-control there. I would’ve been on ‘em by now.”

[annaoi]

Bookworm - Part 2

Part 1

On day 12, he didn’t exactly deny that he fancies Luna (¬‿¬), so the gossiping persists days after. And on day 21, I figured that maybe Libertus isn’t the only one that treats Crowe like a baby sister - she may even remind Nyx of his own deceased sister, hence the teasing. And I think Pelna would’ve thrived as a bookworm from reading eBooks on his phone - maybe that’s why they didn’t know he’s into reading before.

I have the lamest ideas for Nyx’s t-shirts lol. 

Honestly, I didn’t tire myself doing this. I finished most of the lines before I ever wore the handbrace and I used my left hand to put the base colors for later when I can use my right hand to add the shades and details (tough feat. don’t want to do it again). There wasn’t any heavy work at the office for a couple of days so I took the opportunity to finish this - with apt breaks as recommended. 

Again, thank you @loveiscosmicsin and @ulric-nyx for the idea. :)

[annaoi]

Bookworm - Part 1

Nyx is never bored because he always has interesting conversations with Luna. And he likes her company too much lol

I didn’t intend this to be a mini comic but it just happened lol. I was making up the dialogue as I go along so it’s not well versed as I would’ve liked, but I’m too lazy to think of something else. And also I got lazy with the 2nd pic that I didn’t bother putting a background (I hate making backgrounds -_-). I tried uploading this last night but my internet sucks (or maybe the tumblr app sucks).

Part 2 will include some of the glaives :) (special thanks to loveiscosmicsin for sharing to me your ideas with ulric-nyx)

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[ @ridires ]

Nyx flipped the singular wooden dagger that hung loosely upon his grip, typical limitation given to those deemed unworthy to wield a name. Recollection and an ocean of memories of the initiation of his journey within the glaive flooding the brain of the war hero. One flip, two flips, and a last one before his grip latched on to the hilt of the wooden dagger that mocked his actual weapons with a death grip.  Haste had to be made back home, for his kingdom, for his king, he was in charge of the safety of princess Lunafreya, bride to be of the heir of the throne Noctis --- wherever he and his kngsmen might be at the moment. Anger was fleeting, rage bubbled minimally at the distasteful thought that he and his kingsmen were oblivious to the unfolding of Insomnia. How the lands outside of the wall were simply handed over and then soon followed its downfall. “That’s no way to think Nyx.” Forehead was tapped with some force twice. Noctis held a future, a brighter one be it seen now or not.

To allow this place the pleasantry of having his abilities to rust would not be something Nyx would allow, so without further ado, with the judgement of the soldier and war hero that he was, he pin pointed another --- wooden dagger pointed at him to earn his undivided attention.

“You. You look like someone who appreciates a good fight.” The man’s presence screamed warrior. “Not sure how long I’ll be here but in the meantime I can’t slack off,” if only he knew, “spar with me please.” A request not a demand for manners were things Nyx grew up with. He had a kingdom and king to save and a brave hearted princess to look after even if she was an occasional pain to look after with her actions from time to time but he silently admired that of her persona. Not everybody can jump off an airship without thinking it over twice after all.

[iiiridescnt]

All those fighting – — all for nothing.

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[ @cetrasguard ]

The glaive stood at attention, tower of utmost control and composure whilst the scene before, what he assumed to be, him unfolded between a beloved pairing. Merely a day and the role of bodyguard was blessed upon him in disguise of needed assistance. Being the man that he was Nyx was not one to deny help when it was presented and requested. The towering man of a tad bit over six would shoot in his direction looks of distaste, blue eyes eyeing him suspiciously. To blame him he did not but Ulric was not affected by it. "I assure you that she is in good hands." Nyx attempted to assure the man though he looked capable himself --- to question instruction beyond a point was not something Nyx would do very often unless he deemed it absolutely necessary however. Convinced the towering man seemed though not by words spared by Ulric but by the maiden herself and silently he watched him depart after an endearing goodbye and a glare towards the glaive. It was now safe to assume that was probably her boyfriend.

"He doesn't look very pleased." He chose to comment though remained as stoic as he were.