𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜, 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

indie original character created, loved, and terrorized by river.

𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺. 

               𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

indie AU prompto argentum. loved by echo ; previously silverook est. 2016. no personals please !

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 .

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♛ ❞ ( @regesc​ ) [ submission ] your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them / alright alright alright alright alright alright 

Breath caught in his throat, a small gasp. Crystal eyes harden, veins of amethyst lacing the vibrancy there as Prompto watches Noctis move and it is all he can do not to pull him closer. But the air was different here. The steady, regal gaze of a King bore down on him now and he could not look away. Though it may not have been his intention —— Noctis radiated royalty and Prompto wanted to do nothing short of worship ; worship ; worship.

                                                                         ❝ Kneel. ❞

Prompto drops to his knees before him with no hesitation or power struggle to be found, hunger driving him mad by the second.  This was a new game for them, and one he wanted to see play out to the end. Prompto leans forward, eyes begging as he reaches toward Noct  —— only to suppress a whine as he all but dances out of his reach.  ❝ No hands. ❞ Eyes narrow the domineering one in his soul irate with his demands but still this hunger starved him as though he had not been sustained in years.

He obeys, limbs locking behind his back and he starts forward again. Within seconds he has found his prize, teeth against skin so sweet & he melts into him. The blonde nibbles at his hip bones, small bites and tongue decorating the Prince in a road map of their adventures - in their life. Stopping just under the other’s belly button, he glances up and when he sees no hesitation in Noct’s face, the rook’s teeth fasten on the band of his King’s undergarment and slowly peels them down, down, down.

Muscles tensed, the craving to move his hands from behind his back and run his fingers along the regal flesh he found so inviting and savory. Still, he fought his urges and instead continued his tyranny starting with the male’s inner thighs. Noct could be King but he would conquer and draw this out until even the raven could stand it no more. He kissed the skin there and left his marks that spelled out his name in a new code.

                    He was here. He was here. He was here. Where no other could be allowed to come.

Finally, Prompto nudged his legs further apart, pleased that he did not stop the blonde this time. Those pulsating purple hues closed as he tormented Noctis. His tongue ran down the Prince’s trigger, circling it slowly —— teasing and still demanding. Prompto’s eyes opened only for a moment, flashing, before he finally took Noctis into his mouth entirely.

He couldn’t breathe as he tasted him. It was not as it had been in the times prior, something about being submissive, about waiting. About drawing out this heat that built inside of him made him ravenous. He moans against him and is forced to shift as he feels the Prince reach down and bury his hands in the roots of his hair. Containing his own pleasure was growing more and more difficult as he worked and gauged each familiar pant and groan that fell like royal decree from those lips. ❝ Let me Serve you, Your Highness. ❞

Noctis nodded as if in a daze and Prompto felt a flash of excitement run through him as his hands came free. One came around noct’s backside, pulling him close to Prompto’s lips where he could better taste him —— and the other quickly found it’s target and made fast work of what he had planned. One digit delved inside Noctis without warning and he was pleased to feel the male arch against his mouth. It wasn’t much longer of this play until he felt the Prince shudder and he knew as if on cue to reach up with that free hand that held him there and cover his mouth to quiet his orgasm. Prompto took every single wave without slowing down for even a moment. Eventually, Noct’s grip loosened on his hair and he smiled; giving one last teasing lick before sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth on his arm.

He softened within moments and stood, lifting Noctis into his arms ( despite the half hearted protests of annoyance he had grown used to ) and carried him to bed and cleaning him up. With a grin, the blonde presses a soft kiss against his forehead and crawls into the opposite side of the bed they would share for tonight.

hey loves ! I just wanted to pop on here and kind of mention some things pertaining to my blog / interactions / who i surround myself with ! 

first of all ! I have zero interest in drama ! I don’t want involved in anything that doesn’t involve me / my immediate friends. I don’t want anyone telling me who to write with. I don’t care if you see see me writing with someone that’s a problem and want to warn me, that’s fine. Don’t come at me sideways and all hostile. I won’t respond well.

Second ! Don’t be some sort of martyr and play a “ me or them “ card ! Because at that point chances are, it’s gonna be them !

Third ! My activity is slow. I’m active daily; But drafts are slow. Sometimes I’ll throw ten replies on the dash some weeks you’ll get two or three. I work two jobs. I’m ill all the fucking time. and i’m just straight up tired. If that’s going to be an issue that leads to passive aggressive comments or whatever else then my apologies but this blog may not be for you and there are so many wonderful Pr*mpt*s out there ! Please by all means look them up !

Fourth and most important ! If you have a problem with me or the people I hang out with it’s best you move on. Don’t hang around. Soft block me. I won’t freak out. I won’t ask questions. There will be no fight. We will agree to disagree and move on. I will not tolerate anyone making me or the people I love feel bad anymore.

​bury a friend // billie eilish

Just watching.

and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it’s all I have, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth.

Richard Siken, Wishbone (via sleepings)

regesc​:

@silverook​    |   u wanted this.

THE WALLS ALL LOOKED THE SAME, every grey metal panel the same as the last DRIVING HIM MAD as he  all but crawled on hands and knees through the maze the Keep had become for him, taunted madly by his CAPTOR like an animal in a cage   /   they looked the same around him, too, the figure illuminated at the end of the hall staring blankly back at those who had come for him   —  too late, too late.

Noctis limped closer; from the fall taken his arm was broken, his leg was weak    /   barely able to hold his weight, HIS RIBS ACHED; shards of bone threatening to break off   /   each heavy breath an act of defiant agony from the body that tried to keep him from breathing. All this fighting, chasing shadows concocted in his mind in fear of death ( seeing blond hair matted red, seeing twisted bodies, seeing MT’s clawing at his ankles ) was going to be worth it in the end, he thought  —  to see Prompto again, all smiles   &&   blue, all sunshine, all ICARUS still full of hope.

( Something was missing inside him; something had snapped, SOMETHING HAD DIED A VIOLENT DEATH IN THE FLUTTERING HOLLOWS OF HIS CHEST, drowning in his blood; to see HEART’S DESIRE standing there, no light, no joy, all melted wax. )

“Hey, Prompto…” HE SMILES   /   OH, it’s beauty; it’s bitten red lips   &&    bruising, it’s teeth marks    &&    teeth. It’s the laugh that breaks through choked into a sob as his bones pull. It’s staring at Prompto, vacant gaze ( full of miasma ) fixed on his own   &&   Noctis, tilting his head to the side, eyes drifting to close. His mind’s refusing to take it in, trying to save what little remains of his fragile psyche, wrapping it’s hands around it with child-like wishes, soft like bird-bones. “Stop it, okay? This isn’t funny anymore.” 

Miamsa licks at the air, tendrils of poison had replaced the wax bleeding from his very pores. He’s burning; BURNING ! in his fury, feathers ignited by the fires that had little pity for the boy that flew too close to the sun. You knew better, didn’t you boy? Before his fall he was made up of sunshine & laughter & love  —— but that was before he fell, crashing ; crashing ; crashing as Apollo laughed from his throne. 

Icarus smiles. It is twisted and gnarled and not a kind thing to offer his broken thing. Blood seeps from the cuts at his lips that sting like a gag of thorns and his own laughter rumbles through the pain, it comes in waves that are guttural and familiar and stitched together by nightmares. He has already died to please his sovereign king night after night and this boy ( this lesson ) has run out of tears to drown in.

The darkness behind him stirs and Prompto does not flinch as heavy clothed arm drapes across his shoulders like a cape inherited by regal blood. Instead he stares ahead, gaze locked on the pitiful king of kings with eyes that illuminated a latticework of violet.

❝ I do so love a family reunion, ❞ Ardyn all but purred in that horrible sing-song voice.  ❝ And a round of applause for our Prince, ❞ the chancellor all but cooed as he removed his arm from Prompto and started forward, clapping in a slow, mocking tone. ❝ you’ve made it this far and you’re only on the verge of losing your wit ! All to save your friend. ❞ He turns on his heel to face the blonde once more, smile more predator than god as he exclaims,  ❝ Well here he is, your highness ! And isn’t he marvelous ? Doesn’t a good success story just warm your heart ? Deemed a failure —— only to return home and put all those other pesky little clones to shame. ❞

Deep within hazel eyes danced a challenge, amused laughter falling off rotting tongue as if making a joke from one God to another over the fate of but just one mortal boy. ❝ A new breed of soldier —— and you, Noct, are to thank for making this possible. ❞

you guys have stayed with me this whole time… and all it’s done is caused you pain.   /    you just don’t get it at all, there’s not a thing i don’t cherish!    /   you gotta be better than this, if you’re gonna play the hero.   /   then reality hits me like a splash of cold water, and i remember that i don’t belong. but i want to.   |   private / unaffiliated & highly selective final fantasy rp blogs  //   non-canon, headcanon heavy.

four idiots enter a voice call

Please.

‘Will you marry me?’ ‘I can’t.’

six word story // anon (via just-six)

Dolor y gloria (2019) dir. Pedro Almodóvar

Oh, how desperately I want nothing to do with this world. Oh, how desperately I want everything this world has to offer. Oh, how little sense I make.

Nicholas Browne  (via wnq-writers)

i usually keep this sort of thing for tw/tter but its super important to my partner so it’s super important to me: if you guys could give this tweet a click and sign the petition ( guidance on how to is included in the tweet thread ) bcus they have passed a law in romania that prohibits and punishes discussions of gender. they’ve taken away childrens rights to learn about being trans.  this is… really serious and damaging and its going to hurt a lot of kids so if you could take 5 minutes to do something or at least reblog this post & spread it around a little that’d mean the world to me. thank you.