#nocti (forgotten indigo)

[sucrecube9]

Don't stop fighting till they're free

[miraculouslazuli]

My piece for the “today’s special” zine, which you can check out in the official stabbyness discord!!!

[aste-ri-sm]

|| The weird moss must be rolled in

[swingstep]

they said we’d break, they said we’d lose-- but here we are: what else is new?

nocti for a request!! <3

[neko265]

Nocti is great, such a good slug

[technicallyaminecraftsimp]

Dude okay so like. Okay so.

Forgotten Indigo is a series about figuring out some bullshit in the city of Indigo.

It's actual play livestreams and vods, using a hyper-flexible tabletop rpg system that the GM made called Windrose.

You can find the whole series and some spin-offs and add-ons on Stabbyness Twitch, as well as 13 episodes and a few spin-offs on the Stabbyness Youtube (it's still getting re-uploaded).

It's kinda hard to find a way to pitch this series, to be honest. So instead, I'll pitch the player characters (the ones that you know about right away, as well as one that I think is pretty important)

Cassius- Okay so this is a weird pull but uh. Disco Elysium? Fucked up amnesiac detective? Same concept but entirely different execution, far less fucked up, far more polite.

Martha Teach- G. Guess what her job is? Yeah I don't really have to tell you her deal, except that holy shit she's so poggers. She's my mom dude. (That's a joke a lot of the cast makes but she. Actually reminds my of my mom sbchahfya) She's such a stressed out workaholic woman.

Beretta Pietro- Yes she's named after a gun. This is intentional. In her spin-off series, Beretta's Endless Summer Time, she also gets called Glocktua which is really funny considering a later character. Anyways she's my favorite character by far, her family Invented The Gun and hasn't shut up about it ever since. She goes on lots of dates, meticulously schedules everything, and her character's Twist fucked me up so badly because I didn't watch her session zero. She's easily my favorite character.

Selyf (I forgot his last name :[ ) : good boy!!! Good owl boy!!! Holy shit dude. He just wants to go to school.

The Champion of Noctua (AKA Noctua AKA Nocti) : an NPC, technically, but she's listed as a player character on the reference sheet Discord server so. Yeah anyways she's a Slug and she has prosthetics on all four of her limbs and she wasn't even supposed to befriend the party but! Here we are! She won the popularity poll and has been non-canonically launched into space via gazebo. (If nothing else, please watch the popularity contest battle royale. It's so out of character (intentionally so) but it's so funny. Ooc Teach made my side hurt with laughter. It's not going where you think it's going at all.)

AAAAA but yeah I spent 15 minutes typing this. I actually watched the first official session of Forgotten Indigo live when it first happened. I didn't watch the session zeroes and was so confused (watch the session zeroes. The middle two if nothing else, please the context is so important)

Forgotten Indigo isn't going to be for everyone, but like. There are so many other shows across Stabbyness and SurpriseroundRPG. Want JJBA but cyberpunk? Boom, Carbon Interface on Stabbyness. Want JJBA but with a bunch of depressed people? Bang, Cheer Up on SurpriseroundRPG. Want TV show Epithet Erased if it was just. So fucking wild and also weirdly dark?? Red Stich Report on SurpriseroundRPG is new, only two episodes, and it's so good. It's actually a pretty good jumping-on point if you want to start watching a show live. (I've noticed that a lot of shows I liked are DMed by a Specific Person and that person is Lamp. She's so cool. She's a romance option in a dating sim called Pizza Game.)

Anyways I've been writing this for?? About 30 minutes?? And I feel like I've barely said anything which Sucks so uhhh I'm open to questions :]

Ooooo okay I am trying my absolute best to comprehend this but boy does it sound interesting

So far the characters you’ve mentioned sound soo coooool and like I want to know more about them and how they look and their favorite colors and kshsjshs

One question I have is like,,,, how exactly does it work? Is it like DnD or like,,,,,,, kinda how the dsmp was w streams and everything? Is there a main character pov or separate ones? And the like spin off series (if I may call them that) sounds really interesting I’m even just the fact that they exist!

I would love to hear anything else you have to say about this and (if I’m not overwhelming myself with catching up on hc episodes haha hehe) I’ll try to check it out on YouTube at the very least!

[halchron]

❤ noctis falling asleep on prompto !! fjkdsd

* haha oof // accepting

Prompto was used to being Noctis’s pillow. Throughout high school and the years afterwards, the prince had fallen asleep on him on multiple occasions. The first time he did it, Prom almost jumped out of his skin and couldn’t hide his nervousness no matter how hard he tried, but he never woke him up. This time is no different.

He forgets the exact reason why he sat in the back seat with him, but that didn’t really matter. He was hardly paying attention, indigo gaze on the landscape as they drove by, his fingers tapping along to the beat of the radio. The blond did notice when there was a sudden weight on his lap. Looking down, he was only half surprised that the prince had chosen it as his resting place. What really concerned him was obviously how unsafe it was, and how his lower half of his body was sitting correctly while his top half was bent over. Regardless, he tried to keep it cool, as if his heart didn’t sutter a little.

❝ Comfy ? ❞

His voice remains quiet, a whisper to the prince who probably wasn’t even awake to hear it. Hesitating for a moment, he would eventually rest a gloved hand in the other’s hair. Gently running his fingers through the dark locks, his gaze returned to the road and the rhythm of a song already forgotten.

[mzargentum]

Assassin’s Festival: Off Duty (PromptoXOC) NSFW

This is my first short fanfic for Prompto and Muerlin. Also my first PromptoSmut piece, but with the Assassin’s Festival buzz, I couldn’t resist. xD Enjoy!

@ravagekamisama @aquathemermaidstripper @digitalkanvas @prettyprompto @insomniasix

Prompto awakens in Lestallum to enjoy another day of the Assassin’s Festival with his best friend and his beloved Muerlin, the Pythoness (a powerful descendant of Ramuh) and Queen of Willownoire, who snuck away from her kingdom to partake in the festivities. Unfortunately, she is no where to be found. Prompto pouts in slight worry. Knowing the empire was here, it wasn’t safe for such a powerful entity to be roaming the streets alone to potentially be harmed by the imperial army, let alone the love of his life.

“She’s probably out with Cindy somewhere having girl time...”, the Crown Prince Noctis tried to reassure his panicked friend. It worked. Prompto had forgotten that Muerlin and Cindy were pretty good friends. They met on Muerlin’s travels throughout Eos years ago. He chuckled wholeheartedly. “Yeah, you’re probably right”. They proceeded to leave the Leville and rejoin the festivities.

Morning, turned to afternoon, afternoon to evening and there was still no sign of the queen. Prompto grew more and more impatient as time progressed. “Gahh...where could she be? Lestallum is only SO big. There’s no way we shouldn’t have found her by now!” The blonde’s eyes widened in slight panic as he started going through his phone for the millionth time. Maybe she texted? Maybe she called? He forwarded his eyebrow and disappointment and worry. Nothing. “Uggghhh”, the blonde groaned in frustration. Maybe she was mad at him? But what could he have POSSIBLY done wrong? Okay...he was faulty at times, but not THAT bad. Maybe something came up in Willownoire and she had to go? No...she would have definitely said something. Especially since they never really get much time together anyway. Prompto gasped in fear before texting her for the hundredth time. “What if she was taken by Imperials?!” Noct rolled his eyes slightly. “Prompto”. “Or what if she was attacked by daemons?! Why can’t she just STAY. WHERE. THERE’S. LIGHT.” “Prompto”. “OR WHAT IF SHE GOT ATTACKED BY A BEHEMOTH?! THEY EAT PEOPLE!!!!”, the blonde shrieked in terror. “Prompto!”, Noct grabbed onto his panicking friend’s shoulder pulling him to the side. “Breathe!”, the prince loudly whispered, “we both know Muerlin would be fine against a behemoth. She’s got one as a pet back in Willownoire”. “Not all behemoths are as cuddly as Friday, Noct!” Prompto protested. The raven haired prince sighed. “You’re getting too worked up over this”, he continued on. “She’s probably just out here having a little fun like the rest of us”. Noctis returned his gaze to his friend who was glaring in his direction. The prince starred back wide eyed and gulped slightly. Prompto’s usual innocent shimmery blue eyes were nearly blackened as his glare pierced through his friend like daggers. “...wh-what?” Prompto quickly darted his eyes slightly to look at Noctis before returning them to their original position. Realizing whatever Prompto was starring at was behind him, Noctis pivoted to the side to see what his friend’s eyes were so fixated on. Only to forward his brow in shock at Muerlin by one of the snack stations chatting it up with an attendee. “...who is that...?”, Prompto hissed behind Noctis, sending a chill up his friend’s spine. “Dunno....buuuuuut he certainly is liking what he sees”. The man very crudely admiring Muerlin’s prominent features. Her outfit was anything less than revealing in some areas. Rather tight fitted and, like Prompto, she wasn’t really one for sleeves. Noctis turned back to face his friend who was very furiously tapping on his phone, his eyes never leaving the woman. When he lowered the phone, the prince returned his gaze to the man whose attention was now at the woman’s phone. His seemingly annoyed facial expression probed Muerlin to lift her phone from her pocket. Her eyes widened at the plethora of missed calls and texts from her beloved blonde that was suddenly returned by a smirk and a light chuckle as she read the most recent text.

“Bar. Now.”

She pocketed her phone with a mischievous grin before bidding the man farewell. As she retreated, the blonde scoffed as the man starred at Muerlin’s ass while she walked away, bitting his lip. He glanced up, his eyes landing on the two men staring at him from a distance. Particularly the freckled blonde glaring at him with clenched fists. The man’s eyes shifted to the direction of the woman he was just speaking to before returning to Prompto’s. Realizing he was the one who had been texting and calling her, he returned the young man’s glare with a devilish toothy grin and a wink before continuing his work. A furious Prompto stepped forward to approach the man before being abruptly stopped by his princely best friend. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”, Noctis nonchalantly asked his friend with an intense stare and forwarded brow. Prompto wanted more than anything to teach that piece of garbage a lesson...but Noct was right...he did have somewhere to be and someone else to deal with. “Right...”, the blonde responded in a calmer tone before turning his back on the man and hastily made his way to the bar.

“Another, please”, Muerlin pleasantly requested her second drink with a smile. Her light accented voice bringing a smile to the young bartender’s face. “Coming right up, dear”, she sweetly sang as she poured Muerlin another shot of whiskey. She was ready to down it before she received a sudden chill against her spine. The Pythoness was a legendary entity related to the astral, Ramuh. While adopting the wizard’s lightning obsession, she was also gifted in other aspects as well. One being heightened senses due to her basically being a divinity of nature. The air surrounding her delicate body was like the whiskers of a cat. She felt a disturbed presence of rage, frustration, jealousy....lust. The light above her darkened slightly. The woman smirked, eyes still fixed onto her drink. “Someone was getting a little rowdy, weren’t we?”, the woman joked before taking her shot, lightly throwing her head back. The smooth liquid sliding down her throat with ease as she opened her teal eyes to see an upside down view of the man behind her. His eyes narrowed, she could barely see his blue iris’ as they appeared black. His partially bare chest rose and fell with slow deep breaths. His cherry lips parted just enough to reveal slightly gritted teeth. His freckled cheeks flushed. He certainly hurried here if he didn’t run. Muerlin lifted her head from his gaze and reverted back to her usual sitting position pulling the glass from her lips and setting it back onto the counter. “You knew I was there...didn’t you?”, Prompto softly asked taking a lower tone. She did. He knew she did. Due to her senses, her peripheral vision was excellent and even in this situation was enough to impress the young gunslinger. As well as her ultra sensitive hearing. She could hear every scowl, every hiss, the pounding of his heart against his lean muscled chest. It enticed the playful woman’s animalistic prowess...and she craved more. “Anyone could see that chocobo butt from miles aw-”, she inhaled sharply to a firm squeeze against her shoulder, the angry man dissatisfied with her answer. His lower abdomen planted against her now straightened back. “....didn’t...you...?”, he hissed. As she relaxed, her eyes darted toward the bartender as to request another drink and received an enthusiastic nod confirming her order. “You probably shouldn’t be so rough...”, Muerlin softly suggested to her irritated chocobo, the bartender sliding her another shot. “You probably shouldn’t be chatting it up with perverted scum right in front of me”, he growled as she turned in her seat to face him taking her third shot. Her teal eyes never leaving his as the alcohol coursed down her throat. Her sensually audible exhale rung through Prompto’s ears. “...and deprive myself of a good punishment?”, she lightly grinned tugging at the fabric of his robes pulling his body between her legs. 

She knew he was angry...she loved it. Wanted it. Craved it. The happy-go-lucky chocobo she loved so dearly had a darkness to him that she sensed from the first day they met in high school. Her half daemonic essence longed to witness what lurked within this masterpiece of a being. Longed to see what made him tick. The man forwarded his brow at the woman, examining her body with his indigo eyes. Her breasts squished together in her tight hooded robe, her bronze skin glistening against the festival lights. Her lightly ruffled silver locks against her cheeks, part of her bangs draping over her right eye. Her teal lagoon iris twinkling like the stars above. The lightly stained lips shimmering with from the whiskey. She did this on purpose....this was a mere game to her. To push him over the edge....and he loved it. She wanted his pure domination, to be conquered by the darkness he tried to hide to protect her, but she didn’t want protection. She wanted him.

“Here’s another, deary! On the house”, the bartender abruptly exclaimed toward Muerlin with a wink as she slide a new glass across the bar toward her only to be caught by Prompto at the last second, much to Muerlin’s offense. “Why you son of a-”, she began her retort as Prompto quickly downed the shot, “I think you’ve had enough”, he firmly snapped to her in a hushed tone staring point blank at the stunned woman in front of him. “It’s late...we should go”. Muerlin kept the man’s gaze, slightly startled as she felt his hand lightly slam against the bar, paying her tab before he subtly took hold of her wrist leading her back to the Leville. His pace was quick, but manageable therefore drawing no attention to themselves as they shuffled through the crowded streets and alleys of Lestallum. Prompto was usually rather gentle and because of this she often forgot how strong he really was. His grip on her was not painful, but escape was out of the question unless she felt like snapping her wrist and even though she healed quicker than most humans...that didn’t sound very fun.

As they entered the hotel, Muerlin noticed the place was practically barren. Even the concierge was vacant from his post. She nearly tripped as they ascended the stairs, glaring at him slightly for not warning her. He had to have been fuming. She was not afraid of him, but she didn’t generally like the idea of Prompto being angry with her. It was like a moogle biting you which has never happened, but would probably be the biggest “fuck you” you’d ever get from a moogle. He meant the world to her. More than the world. She shouldn’t hurt him so for her own sick entertainment....she felt horrible. How could she do that to him? He deserved better...

Prompto slid his keycard through the slot unlocking the door and continued to pull Muerlin inside. The lights were off. Noct and the others must’ve still been in the city. She stepped closer toward the open window as the blonde locked the door. Riddled with her own guilt, she prepared herself to speak. “Prompto...I-”, she inhaled sharply as a hand clasped against her face from behind covering her mouth. Another hand pulling her back against Prompto’s firm and now bare chest, his rock hard cock pressured against her ass. “Shut up”, he demanded in a rusted tone. She defensively clutched onto his arm as he drags he to the bathroom, flicking on the lights as he pushed her body against the vanity. His body still firmly pressed against her as he lowered his hand to her throat. “You like to play around, don’tcha?”, the blonde growled in Muerlin’s ear, his hot breath tickling her neck. “You wanna fuck around with some perverted shit that wants nothing, but this ass?” Muerlin cried out as Prompto planted a solid smack against her ass. “You want to parade around town showing everyone my toys?” The man aggressively grabbed at the woman’s breasts before ripping them out of her robe tossing the torn fabric behind him. He squeezed them in his large hands yanking at her nipples with his callused fingers. “They need to know...they all need to know....what’s mine...is mine”, the blonde continued to grope at her breast as he gently ran his fingers through her silky silver locks before clutching onto her roots and yanking her head back exposing her neck. Inhaling sharply at Prompto’s aggressiveness, she gazed into his indigo eyes, now once again blackened with desire. “...and you...are mine”, he hissed before crashing his slightly chapped lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth, the taste of whiskey lingering against their dancing tongues. His fingers frollicing over her sensitive buds forced soft moans from her throat before he breaks the kiss, a long string of saliva connecting their wet lips. Prompto turned Muerlin to face him. A slight grin on her face, her eyes narrowed and softly glowing with wicked lust.“Come here”, he demands under his breath before grabbing the back of her head pulling her for another kiss. She wraps her arms around his neck as he clutches onto her ass to pull her closer, occasionally giving it a solid smack, swallowing each other’s moans. The blonde then shoves the woman against the vanity, lifting her up to sit her upon the marble surface, separating her legs to grind his hard cock against her dampened shorts. Pulling away from her lips, the man begins to trail his kisses down her jawline to her soft neck before abruptly chomping down on the flesh. Muerlin winced at the sharp pain followed by a soft moan as her lover lightly grazed the bruise with his tongue. He repeated this leaving small bruises down her neck to her collarbone. “Now, they’ll see...”, the man growled as he groped her sensitive breast, his hot breath sending shivers up her spine as it his her stiffened buds, “...they’ll all see who you belong to”. Muerlin inhales sharply as the blonde suddenly engulfs her breast, lightly flicking her tender nipple with his tongue while stimulating the other with his fingers. “These are no one’s toys, but my own...”, he hissed as he switched to the other. “Yes, Prompto...”, Muerlin softly replied. The man pulled away, much to Muerlin’s dismay she slightly pouted before he clutched onto her wounded neck. “Did I say you could speak, little girl...?” He growled at the half naked woman. Muerlin grinned at his touch, biting her lip. She was loving this...and he knew it. He pointed a stern finger to her face, though her gaze never wavered from his. “You don’t speak...under I say...do you understand?” She parted her lips slightly only for his grip to tighten against her. “Nod”, he ordered and she graciously obeyed. As his hand lowered from her neck, he softly trailed his fingers against her soaked shorts. He chuckled at the sensation. “Now...why would you parade...showing off my toys...”, he roughly flicked her breast, “...for a few idle stares...when all you had to do was ask?” Muerlin keened at the man’s teasing. Beautiful bloody bastard she thought to herself. “...they can’t make you this wet”. She wanted to tell him to fuck her so bad. She needed him....GODS she needed him. He grabbed the hem of her shorts and panties before sliding them off her, tossing them behind him onto the bathroom floor. He shoved her legs apart to marvel at her dripping core. “They would never get to see this...”, Prompto whispered to himself before standing to once again meet Muerlin’s gaze. He lifted his hand to her face, gently caressing her soft lips with his thumb before inserting two of his fingers into her mouth. Without hesitation, Muerlin lathered his fingers with her saliva. “That’s a good girl”, the man softly praised before removing his fingers from her mouth and inserting them into her sex. She whined at the intrusion, shutting her eyes as her back arched. “Look at me...”, he ordered. She obeyed as he slowly shoved his fingers in and out curving his middle fingers against her ridged walls to find that one spot. She trembled at the sensation once he located it, a small squeak emitting from her throat, signaling him to quicken his pace as he harshly pressed his thumb against her clit. Muerlin cried out at the sensation lowering her eyes to his hand before he grabs onto the back of her head, lifting her gaze back to his as he pressed his forehead against hers, Muerlin clutching onto his arm for dear life. Her cries echoed throughout the bathroom as he rotated his thumb against her clit while he ground his fingers within her. Gazing into her lagoon eyes with his undying love and devotion to please her, he ran his finger through her silver locks. “You’re so beautiful...”, he whispered against her trembling lips, her cheeks flushed. “They can’t have you...”, he softly hissed as he shoved a third finger inside her pushing them deeper, curling his hand to clutch onto her sex and lightly digging his fingers into her ridged walls against her spot. Muerlin gasped at the man’s action releasing a sudden cry, her legs trembled at sensation. Holy fuck!

“...they’ll never have you”, he growled as he began to jerk at her sex, his fingers viciously grinding against her walls. Her howls echoed throughout the room, but never altering their gaze. “They wanna take you from me...? They think I’m not enough of a man for you...”, he jerked harder, she whimpered louder. “...they want to take you from me...but they can’t make you scream”, he clutched onto her hair, sweetly nipping at her neck. “Like I can”, he removed his grip from her sex slowly kissing and nipping down her trembling bod. Muerlin keens at the man before her as he admired her body, forcefully gripping at her flushed flesh. Prompto had been aggressive with her before, but he still displayed some gentility. This was pure rage. As he came eye level to her heated core, inhaling her sweet scent. “This...is mine”, he whispered as he separated her folds with his thumbs. The woman wanted so badly to pull the man’s head against her, but he was in charge. He knew that she was eager...she was ready for him, but she needed a punishment and he was going to give it to her. On his terms.

She smelt of lilies, the sweat glistened off her flesh like the dew of a rainforest. So beautiful...so soft...and it was all his...begging for him. Prompto shifted his gaze to his beloved. Her eyes shut in anticipation. “Look at me”, he softly ordered. She obeyed looking down to her blonde lover, meeting his lustful gaze. He responds to her puppy blue eyes with a small grin. “Good girl”, he whispered before indulging in the delicate flower in front of him. She inhaled sharply as the man’s actions, her quivers emit light moans from the blonde man as his tongue lapped at her already sore clit. “P-Prompto...”, Muerlin whimpered loudly, eyes never leaving his. Lavishing at her core, he wrapped his arms around her thighs holding her steady as she squirmed. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue as she desperately struggled to keep her gaze. Her vision hazed by the ecstasy racing through her veins. “Are you going to cum, baby?”, he asked as he continued to luxuriate in his delicacy. She nodded hysterically. “Speak...”, his tone firm once again. “Y...yes”, she whined. He pulled away abruptly, Muerlin grunted in frustration. He stared at his beloved, a mischievous grin on his face, eyes full of lust....and love. Muerlin raised her eyebrow at her love, lowering her head with a light glare. Her teal eyes glistened under the shadow of her silver locks as they draped over her face. Her animalistic mannerisms beginning to take control...daring the man before her to finally approach her. As he did, he allowed his pants to drop to the floor along with his boxers revealing his impressive length. Muerlin’s breath hinged at the view. It had been a while since she the woman had seen her beloved chocobo in this way. So strong...such power. He pulled her off the counter to her feet. She gasped at his solid grip, forceful, yet protective. “Turn around...”, he softly instructed. She slowly turned leaning against the vanity. Prompto marveled at the tattoo that coated her back. Her crystallized essence illuminating the constellations. The power that surged within her was warm to the man’s touch. He looked to the woman in front of him in mirror who met his gaze. Her animal behaviorism still eminent, but underneath her desires, her fervor...there was love. Pure love. The man slowly leaned against her warm back, caressing her mandala tattoo on her stomach, surging with her powerful essence. Muerlin had always been self-conscious of her power. No matter what she wanted, she was the Pythoness nonetheless. The Stormsender’s Daughter. That was it....to everybody.

“Muerlin”, Prompto whispered against her shoulder, stroking his hard throbbing cock. With his free hand, he gripped onto her waist, “...my Muerlin”. She rose her gaze to meet his before she wrapped her dainty hand behind his head, lacing her fingers in his soft chocobo hair. “...my Prompto”, she whispered to love. He bit his lip, before placing his hand against her back bending her over. She panted lightly anticipating his next move. His pulsating cock hovering at her entrance. She whimpered at his hesitation. “Oooohhh”, the blonde man dramatically gasped in his usual lighthearted tone. The woman raised a confused eyebrow at the man. “Hi there, opening”, he chuckled. Muerlin rolled her eyes at the man before he abruptly shoved his thick member inside her, emitting a loud cry from her lungs. He pulled her back holding her tightly against his chest as he thrusted against her with such incredible force. The sound of slapping flesh echoing through the bathroom with her pleasured wails. “...what you are to them...is nothing like who you are to me”, he panted as he stared into her star-filled eyes. “You are not the Pythoness...nor the Queen of Willownoire....you are Muerlin.....MY Muerlin”, she met his beautiful indigo gaze, “and I love you”. Tears began to fill her eyes, “...I love you too, Prompto Argentum”. The man lightly grinned before firmly gripping her waist fiercely thrusting into his love at a unbelievable pace. Her cries filling the room out the open window in the bedroom. He felt her walls tighten around him as she quickly approached her limit, his cock grazing against her spot. She reached behind her to the back of his head clutching onto his soft golden hair. His rhythm became sloppy as he whimpered against her neck, nearing his climax. “Muerlin....I-I’m gonna-” “Me too...”, Muerlin abruptly replied. Prompto clutched her breast as she tightened against his cock before she screamed his name as she finished. Her cries pushed the man over the edge. She felt her cock twitch inside her as he finished emitting a loud breathy moan against her neck. He wrapped his lean muscular arms around her limp body before pulling out and scooping her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, gently laying her down before quickly grabbing his black Crownsguard shirt off the floor and retrieving his boxers from the bathroom putting them on. He returned to her handing her his shirt with a light smile. She sluggishly slipped it over her head. “Jeez...you finished me off quicker than I expected”, she raised an eyebrow at her lover. “All in bullet time, baby”, the man chuckled with a silly grin. The woman giggled, “great, kid. Don’t get cocky”. “Strike me down”, the man crawled over to his beloved hovering over her, “and I will become more powerful than you could ever imagine”, he confidently spoke dramatically imitating her accent. She propped herself onto her elbows, her lips ghosting over his, “try me”, she whispered. “Do...or do not”, the blonde kissed her in between his words imitating Yoda, clearly he had practiced, “there is no try”. He winked at her. 

She chuckled lightly at her half naked chocobo, “you bloody idiot”. “Well, you fell for this idiot...now whose the idiot?”, the blonde retorted with a snarky grin.

“You realize you just called yourself an idiot?”, Muerlin lightly smiled at her idiot. “And you still love me”, he winked at her before placing a soft kiss against her lips. 

She did. With everything she had. He was her everything. Her Eos.

Her...Prompto.

[lovelyparanormalbooks]

Book Tour: Black Dawn by Mallory McCartney (Top Ten List + Giveaway)

This is my stop during the blog tour for Black Dawn by Mallory McCartney. This blog tour is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 1 till 21 May. View the tour schedule here. Black Dawn (Black Dawn #1) By Mallory McCartney Genre: Fantasy Age category: Young Adult/ New Adult Release Date: February 14, 2017 Blurb: The end of an Empire, the rise of a Queen.

Emory Fae enjoys leading a quiet, normal life. That is until two mysterious, and handsome soldiers show up at her apartment, and the life she knew is instantly whisked away. Memphis Carter and Brokk Foster come from the magical and war ridden world of Kiero, and upon Emory's arrival she will discover she is the long-lost heir to the Royal Line and is thrown into the Black Dawn Rebellion with a dynamic role to ignite the rebels and reclaim her throne. With both men being darkly woven in her past Emory uncovers hidden secrets, a power held long dormant, and will soon realize there are worse things than supernatural humans, love, loss, betrayal, and a Mad King. Some things are better left in the shadows.

You can find Black Dawn on Goodreads You can buy Black Dawn here: - Amazon - Barnes & Noble - Indigo "Top Ten Dystopian Places Around The World" Thanks for having me! Okay, so I’m adding a bit of a twist and we are going to explore about the top dystopian places around Kiero, in the world Black Dawn is set. Here we go 😉 The Academy-  The Academy was originally built as a school, and the front of their new government by Nei and Roque Fae, and Bresslin and Cesan Stratton. After fleeing from Roque’s father, and his malicious reign, the Academy was the face where children and adults could study and lean to control their abilities, and not abuse them. Also, where desolates could seek refugee (people of non-ability). It was the headquarters where the dream of a new world budded, until Cesan Stratton betrayed the Fae’s, and Roque moved back into regency. Adair Stratton, when he was seventeen, killed not only the Fae’s and his parents, and using dark magic, destroyed the school and majority of its residents. It was reconstructed as a military base, and hidden. Most of the base is underground, except the old-school library and rooms, which the Rebellions resides in. The Ruined City- Previously Sarthaven, the capital of Kiero, the Ruined City is a skeleton footprint of the bustling life it once encompassed. Crumbling structures of buildings, and raiders occupy the ghost city. Adair, and his soldiers destroyed the capital after leaving the Academy in ruins Draken Mountain Range-  Where Adair has built his capital over the last six years, the hidden city is sprawling throughout the carved out cavernous mountains. It holds not only an army of Adair’s soldiers, and Orion’s (the creature from the arena) that reside in the mines Monenta, The Clearing of Lost Memories- Once a place of study for Nei Fae, it is now the home to dark underwater life, occupied by merpeople that protect lost treasures The Broken Isles-  Nei Fae was formerly Nei Runnard, from the Broken Isles, located across the Black Sea from Kiero. They first arranged Nei and Roques marriage to stop Roque’s father from using rovers as slaves, but upon the death of Nei’s father, Tadeas Maher usurped him and didn’t recognize any peace agreement between the Broken Isles and Kiero. Marquis Maher is the current King of the Broken Isles (seen in Queen to Ashes) Noctis Woods, or The Heart of Midnight- Seen in book two, Queen To Ashes, these woods lay behind the Draken Mountains, and are filled with old dark magic. Only Adair dares pass through them, having access to the Harbour for passage to the Broken Isles The Black Sea- The ocean surrounding Kiero, it is filled with dark creatures and wild magic alike, but is active with passages from the Broken Isles and Kiero Risco Desert- Heading north, past the Academy, lays the harsh Risco desert, which is raider territory The Forgotten Bogs- Before the Risco desert lays marsh lands of the Forgotten Bogs, home to the mythical Warriors of the Bogs, woodland faes that would try to lead you to the pools that hold raw magic and if you look into their waters, it will reflect your future Arken Mountains- The Northern Mountain Range, past Raider territory but has been deserted since the fall of the Academy

About the Author: Mallory McCartney currently lives in London, Ontario with her husband and their two dachshunds Link and Lola. Black Dawn is her debut novel, the first in a series. When she isn’t working on her next novel or reading, she can be found dog grooming, book shopping and hiking. Other favorite pastimes involve reorganizing perpetually overflowing bookshelves and seeking out new coffee and dessert shops. You can find and contact Mallory McCartney here: - Facebook - Twitter - Goodreads - Amazon - Instagram Giveaway There is a tour wide giveaway for the blog tour of Black Dawn. Three winners will each win a signed copy of Black Dawn. Open International. For a chance to win, enter the rafflecopter below: a Rafflecopter giveaway

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Noctua tries the grimace shake

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I made a new Nocti model to celebrate Forgotten Indigo’s upcoming anniversary!!! https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=FlUeVgHctcM

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