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oof hey all, it’s been a hot minute, and I sincerely apologize for that. I tried several times to make a comeback on this blog but honestly my muse for prompto is just kinda null and void, and for the most part i didn’t feel i did him a lot of justice??? and because of that I honestly don’t think i’ll be revamping the blog?? if I do I might move it, but for the most part, I’m just very stressed and depressed and it’s hard to do much of anything at all in my free time, especially getting on tumblr. 

That being said, I do still rp him a little on discord from time to time, and honestly that’s where you can find me if you want to stay in contact. If you want to add me ( and we’re mutuals ) you can do so at  ✧Fairy Fucker✧#6189 cause i would love to stay in contact with a lot of you, it’s just hard for me right now to be on tumblr. You can also find me on twitter @ galactiicace. right now i’m on a fi/re em/blem binge. 

but yeah like i said, i’m really sorry i haven’t been here and honestly I don’t think that’s gonna change. I really hope it does, but for the moment I don’t see it happening. tl;dr: probably won’t be coming back but you can find me on discord and twitter!

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oof hey all, it’s been a hot minute, and I sincerely apologize for that. I tried several times to make a comeback on this blog but honestly my muse for prompto is just kinda null and void, and for the most part i didn’t feel i did him a lot of justice??? and because of that I honestly don’t think i’ll be revamping the blog?? if I do I might move it, but for the most part, I’m just very stressed and depressed and it’s hard to do much of anything at all in my free time, especially getting on tumblr. 

That being said, I do still rp him a little on discord from time to time, and honestly that’s where you can find me if you want to stay in contact. If you want to add me ( and we’re mutuals ) you can do so at  ✧Fairy Fucker✧#6189 cause i would love to stay in contact with a lot of you, it’s just hard for me right now to be on tumblr. You can also find me on twitter @ galactiicace. right now i’m on a fi/re em/blem binge. 

but yeah like i said, i’m really sorry i haven’t been here and honestly I don’t think that’s gonna change. I really hope it does, but for the moment I don’t see it happening. tl;dr: probably won’t be coming back but you can find me on discord and twitter!

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*dusts off this blog* oof hi guys it’s ya boy back at it again with the impromptu disappearance. I just wanted to hop in here and let everyone know that this blog is officially on hiatus. I’m not really sure when I’ll be back but please feel free to add me ( if we’re mutuals ) on discord ( cause I actually do rp prompto on there more frequently )  ✧Fairy Fucker✧#6189 explanation stuff under the cut

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*dusts off this blog* oof hi guys it’s ya boy back at it again with the impromptu disappearance. I just wanted to hop in here and let everyone know that this blog is officially on hiatus. I’m not really sure when I’ll be back but please feel free to add me ( if we’re mutuals ) on discord ( cause I actually do rp prompto on there more frequently )  ✧Fairy Fucker✧#6189 explanation stuff under the cut

anyway june has been a very very stressful month for me, I’ve been dealing with major major burn out, to the point where I ended up having a pretty nasty depressive spiral twice throughout the month. On top of that pride weekend was this weekend so I’ve been down in the city celebrating, but overall i’m just exhausted mentally and physically so it’s been really hard to come on here and want to write. tumblr has always been a sore spot for me with writing and it’s hard to force myself on here to do. i’m still relatively active on discord but writing on tumblr sometimes feels like way too much effort that i’m not always willing to put in.

i’m really sorry for the absence, I’m hoping to be back here soon, but the other part of this is i haven’t had a weekend to myself to just sit and relax in over a month so it’s been very hard to find time to write. i hope to be back here soon but i honestly don’t know when that’s goign to be at the current moment. i just have to hope it’ll be sometime soon. thank you guy sfor sticking with me and supporting me in the time i’ve been away, you guys are wonderful

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gender: “pretty boy”

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it’s not officially pride month for me yet but friendly reminder that prompto is a disaster bi and falls in love with everyone at first sight thank you and goodnight

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Describe Prompto's eating habits? Before and after he decided to lose weight to be Noct's friend? eye emoji

headcanons // accepting // @exclario

before he lost weight: prompto’s eating habits prior to meeting noctis were dismal, and we see this reflected in his episode of brotherhood. immediately prior to learning to eat healthy, he was more inclined to eat fast food, with his favorites being hamburgers. his father was gone often during his later childhood, and prompto was left to fend for himself – without much technical know-how for cooking ( and his father was worse than he is ), he didn’t have much of a choice but to go for fast food, pizza, and otherwise unhealthy microwave dinners. 

while a lot of this is largely attributed to not having his father there for much guidance in eating healthy, his unhealthy eating was also caused by more emotional reasons. prompto’s weight gain started shortly after he turned ten, and he turned to food to cope with some rougher instances of bullying he faced from classmates. often compared to a niff due to his appearance, he found comfort from teasing in food, which unfortunately led to a more rapid weight gain. his father, being somewhat of a pushover who just waned to make prompto happy, didn’t interfere. 

after noctis’s comment: let it be known – prompto lost weight for HIMSELF. while his relationship with food had led to further teasing, noctis’s comment about him being heavy ( while not said in a teasing manner ), hurt prompto deeply. he realized he wasn’t happy with how he looked and how he felt, and he decided that wasn’t the kind of person who should befriend the prince. he didn’t want to be unhappy, and he didn’t want to be self conscious in his own skin, so he worked hard over the course of three years to lose weight.

while he still indulged himself from time to time, prompto’s eating habits did a 180. he often went to the library after his runs in order to borrow cookbooks, and TAUGHT himself how to cook proper meals – while he’s certainly not ignis level, he is a pretty decent cook though he likes to pretend he’s not ( less work for him if he pretends he’d set the kitchen on fire ). while he does still indulge in food that’s not good for him, it’s done so carefully, with the intent that he’s going to enjoy it, but not seek comfort in it. 

some extras: one particularly noticeable thing about his eating habits, however, is he doesn’t often eat in front of people. during his time as a chunky kid, he was painfully aware of how he looked and how people might watch him while he ate, and even after losing weight, this stuck with him. given how long he’s known the other bros, he’s grown comfortable enough to eat in front of them just fine, however he will often not finish or even touch his plate if he’s with strangers. while he knows he’s not the same chunky kid he used to be, he does suffer from body dysmorphia, and he struggles with being comfortable eating in front of people.

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* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

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someone : shows genuine kindness to prompto

prompto : *in tears* r - rad

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His demeanor has changed as of late. He is noticeably quieter, more distant. She does not pry, nor does she judge him; she merely waits for him to return to her side, smiling as he always had. Today she lingers near him, presenting him with a gift. Her voice is quiet, inviting but not pressuring: "I would like for you to have this. I thought of you when I saw it." In her hands was a velour chocobo plushie, with nondescript features. Simple, but she hoped still cute.

               mind is in TURMOIL, a disheartening feeling in his chest that he can’t seem to quell, though gods above know he’s tried. a distinct reminder of his own LACK of ability, when compared to everyone around him, serves a greater reminder that he doesn’t BELONG here, that no matter how hard he might try, he’s a fraud. it’s something that’s been with him since childhood, a sharp understanding that he was never going to be anything more than a defector. the idea of GRANDIOSE lost on him.

         altissia has made it worse; once, he might have been able to hide it, stand behind the others and keep the smile plastered on his face as they celebrated their TRIUMPHS, even though all he could see was his own mistakes, but here, it seemed harder and harder to hide. for all the kindness he’s been shown, he feels UNWORTHY of it, and it’s obvious in the way he AVOIDS the others. 

               but the oracle, her eyes are KEEN, they see what he hopes to hide: a distance he’s put between himself, a wall built up in the hopes that he might not bring the others down with him. and it’s how she finds him, sitting on a windowsill, looking out at the world that didn’t need him, with his knees to his chest. 

         her voice is always soft, as though meant only for prompto, and the air between them; he might not admit it, but it never fails to take his breath away, as he finds himself scrambling for a moment in her presence. at the back of his head, he wonders if he’ll ever kick the habit with her, as he did with noctis – to just be himself, rather than be FORMAL the way ignis, and all the others around here, hoped he’d be. 

               but his eyes catch the flash of yellow as it’s presented to him, the plush of what could be considered his favorite thing in the world. for a moment, he’s motionless, staring at it in her cupped hands with confusion – he doesn’t understand it, why her kindness is placed in someone like HIM. and even as he moves closer, shaking hands cupping hers to take the small toy from her, he feels a weight in his chest give in.

         the tears sting as they brim his eyes, the plush pulled to his chest as he held it tight, clutched it, like a child with his favorite stuffed bear who fought the nightmares away. it wasn’t something special, nothing grand or overtly magnificent about it – it was a simple thing, something an ordinary eye would glance over without a passing thought. but she hadn’t. to luna, she had seen prompto in it, whether because of the obvious cowlicks in his hair, or something more, he didn’t question it; he simply held it, as tears stained his cheeks. 

               ❝  sheesh –  ❞  a soft, sheepish chuckle leaves him, as a palm quickly comes up to wipe the tears away, UNCERTAIN of what had brought them on in the first place. he might have been annoyed with himself, were it not for her presence, and his fear of her reaction were he to talk down about himself. so when prompto looked to her again, his eyes were glossy, but the smile on his face was soft and genuine. 

         ❝  thank you, luna … i really, really love it.  ❞

@sibyllam

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dawnryse‌:

@shotcloned​!

     Noctis’ body still ached in some parts, even weeks after the whole Leviathan ordeal — but he could ignore this pain with almost too much ease, for the pain of losing Luna hurt him far more than any physical injury he could sustain. There he sat, in one of the seats the train had to offer, the Lucii ring held tightly in his clenched fist. He didn’t need to hear those words from Gladio, not when he already knew. Like this, they merely served as another painful reminder, one of many that Noctis gives himself almost every day. He knew. He just didn’t have the strength, especially mentally, to do anything at the moment.

     Gaze wandered to the window right next to where Noctis sat, seeing the foreign enviroment as the train sped past, but his thoughts quickly went elsewhere again.

               he had followed -- of course he had followed -- some minutes after noctis ran off; it had come with some hesitance, nervous energy in his stomach coiling and making him uneasy to be around either of them, noctis and gladio alike. he doesn’t like the way the dynamic has shifted, but he’s powerless to help it, though it doesn’t stop him from trying. prompto wasn’t blind, and he wasn’t stupid, the ANXIETY and GRIEF that befell his prince as palpable, and perhaps better than anyone, he could understand it. i miss her, too, words he wanted to speak but held off -- what right did he have, to mourn a girl who wrote him a letter once?

          ❝  hey ...  ❞  voice is quiet, hesitant, as he comes to stand beside his friend, brow drawn together as he watches the prince’s reflection in the mirror.  ❝  um ... i just wanted to check on you.  ❞

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once again another big oof and apology for not really being here? idk some stuff under the cut cause a lil negative

mmm so truth be toldi haven’t been doing too good mental health wise? I had a really, really bad set back the other day and my mood swings have been getting worse ( which tends to happen a lot tbh in the summer? ) but it’s kinda why i haven’t been around much lately? 

I’ve also just been feelin real bad portrayal wise, i want to do more here but i feel almost stuck with prompto’s character and i don’t really understand why? i love him and i want to write him more, i’m just struggling to find that creativity, and i think it’s because i’m so burned out in my personal life. but yeah anyway little update, i may drop this blog to a lower activity ( which i mean it’s already in my rules that it’s low activity but ya know ) just until i’m able to pull myself out of this depressive spiral i’m in. thanks for understanding y’all

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 a  heartless  ? no  , not  just  one  ,  quite  a  few  ,  at  least  ten  seemed  to  be  awkwardly  scrambling  after  the  man  .  they  were  hardly  of  any  difficult  to  disperse  for  the  master  ,  but  their  presence  does  give  way  to  perhaps  a  larger  problem  .  a  thundaga  made  quick  work  of  them  . “  Are  you  alright ?  ” 

               he’s bent at the waist, breathing hard as palms rest on his knees, trying to catch his breath against the wave of electricity that crackles through the air. cerulean eyes glance up at the question, uneasy smile on his face that is followed by a sheepish laugh.  ❝  uh -- i - i think so ? one scratched me, but ...  ❞  he trails, straightening to look over his arm, where bits of shadow lingered just before dissipating. 

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     no  one  just  ended  up  here , not  unless  –  oh . he  hummed  thoughtfully , looking the  other  over  once  again .    ❝    who  are  you ?    ❞    he  was  not  the  man  to  handle  this , but  he  was  far  too  curious  to  step  away  and  call  him  forth .

               momentary silence, lips pressed thin; he felt stripped bare, looked over thoroughly by inspecting eyes, and he swallows hard against what only feels like SCRUTINY.

          ❝  my name is prompto,  ❞  isn’t it ? for a moment, his brows draw in, as though UNCERTAIN of his own answer. 

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     ❝     you  look  lost  –    ❞     an  obvious  statement , meant  to  mock .❝    a  little  nobody  wandering  around  like  that , whatever  will  you  do ? tell  me , how  are  you  feeling ?     ❞

               taunting voice catches his attention, cerulean eyes trailing to meet piercing gold gaze; he feels a shiver on his spine, but makes no move forward or away, a simple moment trapped in his position. nobody strikes him hard, a scarring wound opened again in his chest, though he doesn’t know why, doesn’t understand the MEANING behind the dull ache. or is it phantom pain, the lingering remnants of being WHOLE, when he himself can’t fathom what he is. 

          ❝  who are you ?  ❞  no answer to the question posed to him, silent PANIC ( do they have a sense of panic ? ) bubbling in his chest when the realization comes; he feels NOTHING.