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Anyways Noctis has more survivors guilt then most Final Fantasy protags imo. Yes even compared to Cloud Strife.

He is always so close yet so far from protecting those he cares for. His father, his home, Lunafreya, his home. He's the one to push Prompto off the train. He's separated from the whole party for so much of Gralea. He can't protect them - what if they're already dead? He has to abandon them to get to the crystal. The only way he can truly protect them is by literally fucking dying in the main game.

I think some of his guilt could be compared to Dagger in FF9 but even then at least things don't end all too tragically for her

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Noctis: I swear half of your photos are selfies.

Prompto: #sorrynotsorry ^^*

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Support her goals and her boobs

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Magic the Gathering - Chocobros

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Cooking Campsite Illustrator: Gal Or

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26/05/2025.

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Sometimes I just want to

Y'know?

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hey friends where is that picture of boromir with the gondor flag except its a pride flag?

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Hey just a quick check in- now that musk is like severely imploding on trump and their severed ties

Yall won't forget this part right?

Yall won't forget he's still a massive scumbag right? That he's still a nazi right? That won't get lost in translation right???

(I don't THINK it'll get forgotten but I really want to remind people that just because Musk is now bashing trump for all the shit we've known about him for awhile that we don't forget he was complicit. If anything his bashing and airing out trumps laundry makes it worse, because he KNEW all that and still worked with him.)

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*during sex*

Noctis: Fuck, you’re tight.

Prompto: Thanks dude, you’re pretty cool too.

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑!𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

tw- suggestive ending but otherwise just fluff

You were leaned over the bathroom counter, your phone speaker blasting the melancholy music of The Cure so loud that you didn't hear the front door of your apartment unlock. Humming along as you apply the sharp black lipstick to your lips you see movement in the mirror, causing you to whip around ready to swing.

You're met with the surprised face of Prompto, who puts his hands up in surrender. "Surprise?" Right. You gave him a key a few days ago. "Maybe some warning next time so I don't accidentally hit you?," you say as you reach over to turn down your music. "Sorry sorry. Just wanted to check on you."

You lean over to the mirror and finish applying your black lipstick, before turning back to him. "I was just about to go thrifting-" you say, looking up to see his eyes roving over your makeup in confused awe. Those eyes —blue and sparkling like sapphires— linger on your face like the warmth from the sun, not judgemental, just admiring. "You okay, Prom?" That seems to snap him out of it. "Yeah just.. never seen you do that before," he says, referring to the full face of goth makeup you've applied. You smile sheepishly, worried he wouldn't like it. "I forgot to tell you about that.."

He hesitates before grabbing your chin gently with his slender yet calloused hand, tilting your head up to get a good look at the makeup. "Pretty..." he murmurs to himself. You can't help but grin, your teeth peeking out from the black makeup on your lips. "You think so..?" "I said that out loud?" You giggle and nod in affirmation. He pulls you closer, one hand resting on your lower back and the other on your chin. "Well I meant it. You look gorgeous, I like the look on you.. it's fitting," he states, his voice soft.

In such close proximity you can smell his distinct cologne, citrus with a floral scent.. Lavender maybe. It's gentle, and feels like home. He feels like home. He leans in and you feel his hot breath against your lips for a split second before he presses his lips against yours. You melt into the kiss, arms finding their way around his strong shoulders. You two have done this before, and its like it's instinct now. As he pulls away your eyes flutter open and-

His eyes snap open at the sound of your laughter, "What??" You catch your breath, looking at the black lipstick smudged against his lips. "You got a little something," you point to his lips and he looks into your bathroom mirror. He grins at the sight and grabs your hips in both hands, feeling the softness under his touch. "You're not going thrifting today." The statement makes his intentions clear as he backs you towards your bed, eyes still lingering on your makeup.

He truly was head over heels.

𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 -𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚢<𝟹

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Zoom In, Don’t Glaze Over: How to Describe Appearance Without Losing the Plot

You’ve met her before. The girl with “flowing ebony hair,” “emerald eyes,” and “lips like rose petals.” Or him, with “chiseled jawlines,” “stormy gray eyes,” and “shoulders like a Greek statue.”

We don’t know them.

We’ve just met their tropes.

Describing physical appearance is one of the trickiest — and most overdone �� parts of character writing. It’s tempting to reach for shorthand: hair color, eye color, maybe a quick body scan. But if we want a reader to see someone — to feel the charge in the air when they enter a room — we need to stop writing mannequins and start writing people.

So let’s get granular. Here’s how to write physical appearance in a way that’s textured, meaningful, and deeply character-driven.

1. Hair: It’s About Story, Texture, and Care

Hair says a lot — not just about genetics, but about choices. Does your character tame it? Let it run wild? Is it dyed, greying, braided, buzzed, or piled on top of her head in a hurry?

Good hair description considers:

Texture (fine, coiled, wiry, limp, soft)

Context (windblown, sweat-damp, scorched by bleach)

Emotion (does she twist it when nervous? Is he ashamed of losing it?)

Flat: “Her long brown hair framed her face.”

Better: “Her ponytail was too tight, the kind that whispered of control issues and caffeine-fueled 4 a.m. library shifts.”

You don’t need to romanticise it. You need to make it feel real.

2. Eyes: Less Color, More Connection

We get it: her eyes are violet. Cool. But that doesn’t tell us much.

Instead of focusing solely on eye color, think about:

What the eyes do (do they dart, linger, harden?)

What others feel under them (seen, judged, safe?)

The surrounding features (dark circles, crow’s feet, smudged mascara)

Flat: “His piercing blue eyes locked on hers.”

Better: “His gaze was the kind that looked through you — like it had already weighed your worth and moved on.”

You’re not describing a passport photo. You’re describing what it feels like to be seen by them.

3. Facial Features: Use Contrast and Texture

Faces are not symmetrical ovals with random features. They’re full of tension, softness, age, emotion, and life.

Things to look for:

Asymmetry and character (a crooked nose, a scar)

Expression patterns (smiling without the eyes, habitual frowns)

Evidence of lifestyle (laugh lines, sun spots, stress acne)

Flat: “She had a delicate face.”

Better: “There was something unfinished about her face — as if her cheekbones hadn’t quite agreed on where to settle, and her mouth always seemed on the verge of disagreement.”

Let the face be a map of experience.

4. Bodies: Movement > Measurement

Forget dress sizes and six packs. Think about how bodies occupy space. How do they move? What are they hiding or showing? How do they wear their clothes — or how do the clothes wear them?

Ask:

What do others notice first? (a presence, a posture, a sound?)

How does their body express emotion? (do they go rigid, fold inwards, puff up?)

Flat: “He was tall and muscular.”

Better: “He had the kind of height that made ceilings nervous — but he moved like he was trying not to take up too much space.”

Describing someone’s body isn’t about cataloguing. It’s about showing how they exist in the world.

5. Let Emotion Tint the Lens

Who’s doing the describing? A lover? An enemy? A tired narrator? The emotional lens will shape what’s noticed and how it’s described.

In love: The chipped tooth becomes charming.

In rivalry: The smirk becomes smug.

In mourning: The face becomes blurred with memory.

Same person. Different lens. Different description.

6. Specificity is Your Superpower

Generic description = generic character. One well-chosen detail creates intimacy. Let us feel the scratch of their scarf, the clink of her earrings, the smudge of ink on their fingertips.

Examples:

“He had a habit of adjusting his collar when he lied — always clockwise, always twice.”

“Her nail polish was always chipped, but never accidentally.”

Make the reader feel like they’re the only one close enough to notice.

Describing appearance isn’t just about what your character looks like. It’s about what their appearance says — about how they move through the world, how others see them, and how they see themselves.

Zoom in on the details that matter. Skip the clichés. Let each description carry weight, story, and emotion. Because you’re not building paper dolls. You’re building people.

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Noctis core

aquarium outfit inspo

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gender is NOT the same as sex. gender is what you identify as, while sex is what i'll be having with Sevika tonight. stay informed.

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trying to pump out fics quick af cuz i'm bored and want to grow my following

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reblog and put in the tags a physical feature about yourself that might change your mutuals visual idea of you