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So let’s talk about this.

So Pax East happened and, with it, came a whole lot of new of FFXV along with some art! Lemme take a look at it...

...huh.

Okay, so, I’m definitely not opposing the new DLC episodes coming out, and I’m not opposing an ending where Noctis and the boys are happy (because, really, after everything they deserve that) but there’s something that really annoys me about this picture.

Surprisingly, it’s not Ardyn! It’s the Mini-Noct and Mini-Luna.

These two.

I cannot express how much these two piss me off, and it’s not even the fact that they’re Noct and Luna’s kids! I don’t give a damn! If Noct and Luna want to have kids, they can have kids!

What pisses me off is that these two are carbon copies of Noctis and Luna when they were kids.

They have the same body type, same clothing style, same hair style (this is most noticeable with Mini-Noct, though the hair color and length can be implied for Mini-Luna. The only thing that missing is her bangs). I get that they’re kids, and that this is concept art, but come on!

Y’all have seen my posts for my made up ‘ship kids’ ocs. I made sure to not make the characters carbon copies of one of their parents, because genetics... is a thing. Kids do not look exactly like their parents for a variety of reasons, with genetics being only one factor in that. Personality, the role they have, and their interests cause them to dress differently from their parents.

(For me personally, the only kid who looked remarkably similar was Veru, and you could argue that he looks similar to Noctis. I made sure to emphasize a difference with his fashion tastes and personality--he has more of Ignis’ taste and quick wit than Noctis’ somewhat lazy nature)

I get that this is only one piece of art, and that it’s concept art at that, but if whatever DLC episode this is for comes out and I see a Mini-Noct and Mini-Luna in a scene that is not a flashback, and the game tries to justify them as being Noct and Luna’s kids, I’m going to scream. It’s nothing but pure laziness, and there should be some level of difference in the final version..

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So we’re getting Episode Ardyn, Episode Aranea, Episode Luna, and Episode Noctis?

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“Whose pussy is it?” This was the dumbest competition between the four of them, not that you could express your concerns due to your panties being shoved in your mouth. They had all bet that you would crack on who your pussy belonged to-Ignis tried to show the way he always got you so close with his fingers, Gladio had finger fucked you until you screamed and Prompto has shown the miracles of his tongue. Now it was Noct’s turn and you couldn’t help the excitement building in you~

~as his member grew closer to your glistening pussy. “I think it will soon be established that this is a pussy that belongs to the prince,” Noct could not contain his cocky grin as he slowly sank into you, helping you feel every ridge and inch of him. “‘This pussy belongs to Prince Noctis Lucius Caelum’-that’s what you’ll be screaming by the end of this,” You couldn’t help but grin back at Noctis, knowing your eyes said it all. “Wanna bet?” 

…well hot damn.

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Welcome to Tumblr! Can I have a lovely NSFW (or fluff, but NSFW is best) Ignoct X Reader? Like, reader gets home, pissed as hell, and he tried to call her but she's going nuts. How she calms him down is up to you... 😶

Hey, thanks for the request (even though I was beyond late with filling it hahaha)! I couldn’t tell if you wanted a sort of poly relationship kind of thing (with both Ignis and Noctis calming the reader down at the same time) or if you wanted them separately. I went for separate, with the boys calming down a female reader. I hope that’s okay with you (if not, let me know)!

Warnings: None, though there is implied NSFW. It doesn’t get hyper-risque.

When Noctis opened the door to let you into his apartment, the last thing he expected was to see you, still in your work clothes, stomp in and throw your nametag into a forgotten corner. From the brief glimpse he got of you before you stormed past him, your face was beet red and you were biting your lip, eyes looking distinctly wet.

Not wanting to open that can of worms just yet, Noctis closed the door behind him and carefully moved until he was behind you. Your breathing was labored, shoulders hunched, and he already had a pep-talk in mind for helping you out with whatever was bothering you, and wiping away your tears.

He was not, however, anticipating you to turn on him with a furious expression and shout, “My manager can go SUCK HER COCKSLUT OF A BOYFRIEND’S DICK! Fucking giving me twelve hour shifts for all five of my work days with no fucking warning, just so she can get some free time away from the shop with her Astrals-damned boyfriend, and screwing over all of her employees for the next week! Who the hell does she think she is?!”

Noctis’ jaw dropped as you continued on your tirade. He’d seen you get frustrated and impatient, sure, but mad? Furious to the point of cursing someone out? He’d never seen you like this before.

So why was he getting turned on by this?

He watched you pace back in forth, your insults becoming more vulgar as you continued. He shuffled awkwardly, feeling his pants grow tighter as you became more impassioned. He waited until you ran out of steam, panting in the middle of his apartment, before speaking. “You done?”

“I–Yeah. For now.” You said, groaning and putting your head in your hands. “Sorry, I went on a massive rant there. You didn’t need to hear that-”

Noctis gently pried your hands away from your face, kissing you on your lips and pressing insistently. You blinked at the emotional whiplash before moaning and leaning in, parting your lips and letting him in. Noctis hummed, the corners of his lips twitching with a grin as he lead you around the furniture until you were at the couch, pushing you down into the cushions and straddling your hips.

“Since you’ve had such a terrible day,” Noctis ground his hips against yours, relishing in the choked moan that left your lips. “How’s about I treat you to something much less stressful?”

Ignis dealt with stress in a very simple manner: not dealing with it at all. He tended to ignore the buildup of negative emotions until he was able to obtain a time slot for a training room, and release his tension on a training dummy, or the unfortunate Glaive. Still, he could hide his emotions well enough, though he might let a few remarks slip now and again to particularly irritating ‘diplomats’.

As such, when you came home looking as if you were ready to murder someone, he knew just what was ailing you. He barely got a word out before you were storming past him, acting boldly and stripping out of your work uniform as you went. You threw the articles of clothing to some random corner of the room with hardly a care, and with as much force as you could imbue into a scrap of cloth.

Taking action, Ignis moved close, kissing the top of your head, the tip of your nose, each of your cheeks, your chin, until your furious expression faded into blushing embarrassment. The affection Ignis was showering you with was rare, as he preferred to keep his loving actions to a minimum, even in the privacy of you shared apartment. You were a giggling mess before long, your anger more or less forgotten as Ignis led you to the bedroom.

“Love,” He whispered against your lips before kissing you directly, and you welcomed the affection eagerly, more than willing to forget the stress of the day in favor of whatever Ignis had in mind. You linked your hands behind his neck and felt the tension leave your shoulders, grateful that Ignis was willing to take some of the pressure off for you.

Still when a curious hand roved down to your chest, pinching your nipple through your bra, you had to stop the makeout session in favor of gasping lewdly. Ignis smirked and repeated the action, and you moaned lightly, delighting in the bolt of arousal spiking through you. “I-Ignis, Gods…”

“Now, now, love,” Ignis bent his head down and nipped at the junction between your neck and shoulder, right above your pulse. Your hips jerked, rubbing against his thigh and causing delicious friction. “I know that you can remember your manners.”

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OC Interview Questions

1. The one place they end up falling asleep (where they’re not supposed to)

2. If given the chance, who would you like to punch in the face?

3. Lucky number

4. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

5. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

6. Who did you last say “I love you” to?

7. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? If so, how did you do it? Have you ever stopped yourself before you broke someone’s heart?

8. Has anyone ever broken your heart? If so, how did they do it and how did you feel?

9. One of your close friends has just confessed they like you. What do you do?

10. How many people have you had sex with this year? Details not necessary but feel free to divulge if you want.

11. Would you consider yourself strong and/or powerful? If so, why? If not, why not?

12. Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

13. Have you ever rebelled against authority? If so, what did you do?

14. What person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy?

15. Who in this world do you have the most (IF you hate anyone)

16. Do you have any family members? List them.

17. Do you like your family? Do you like them?

18. Do you consider any of your friends’ family?

19. Do you have pets? What are their names?

20. If you do not have any pets, do you want any?

21. Rant about something you dislike (don’t worry, we’re not limited on time)

22. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

23. Ever hurt or killed anyone? Would you if you could?

24. Name one of your worst habits

25. What is your socioeconomic status? Have you always been of that status? Do you have any hope of changing your socioeconomic status?

26. If you’re rich, is it because you worked your way up to the top or were you born into it?

27. Do you have any friends? If so, how many?

28. Are you the type of person to make friends through your own efforts or do you get introduced to most of your friends through other people?

29. What’s your favorite place to be?

30. Are you interested in anyone?

31. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?

32. You meet someone who has killed someone and done time for it. Does this factor into how you treat them?

33. Is it better to hurt other before they get a chance to hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?

34. Can people be held accountable for things people close to or related to them have done or are they innocent?

35. Would you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?

36. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?

37. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?

38. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else (physically or mentally)? If so, who and why? Did it scare you?

39. Have you ever done something morally wrong? Do you regret it?

40. What’s your favorite food?

41. What’s your most treasured possession?

42. What’s your favorite song?

43. What are your most and least favorite things about yourself?

44. Can you describe to us what you’re wearing right now?

45. You pick up a pair of clothes from the floor that you’ve worn recently, it doesn’t smell bad. Do you put it on or toss it in the clothes hamper?

46. Do you consider yourself to be attractive? Do others?

47. What is your style of dress?

48. Someone tells you that you have 30 minutes to pack up. They don’t tell you where you’re going so you don’t know what weather to be expecting. What do you pack up?

49. Someone is eating an apple while driving down the highway. They have no trash bag in the car so they toss the core out the window. Do you think this is acceptable?

50. Do you have any scars, tattoos, birthmarks, or other unique physical features?

51. Your friends dare you to dye your hair an unnatural color. What do you do? If you dye your hair, what color do you choose?

52. What does your voice sound like? Do you think it’s pleasant? Do other people?

53. What does your resting face look like? Is it inviting or do you suffer from resting bitch face? If you suffer from RBF, rate it on a scale of 1-10 (10 being the worst)

54. Is there a saying you ascribe to? Is there a saying you think is stupid?

55. Where did you learn most of your knowledge and skill?

56. Use 3 words to describe your childhood.

57. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? If you did not accomplish your dreams, how did that make you feel? If you are still working on it, how long do you think it will take to accomplish? Do you believe those dreams are realistic even now?

58. Would you say you’re someone who can handle pressure?

59. Name a song you vibe to, no matter how you feel. Name a song you can’t stand.

60. Do you get along well with others?

61. Do you have any enemies?

62. Are you satisfied with your life?

63. You just heard very juicy information about someone you hate. Do you spill the tea?

64. Drama is going on. Do you grab the popcorn and watch it unfold or just ignore it?

65. Someone tells you rumor about a close friend. Maybe they started it, maybe they didn’t ( you aren’t sure). What is your reaction?

66. You have collected all the change in your house or apartment and have found 2 full jars of pennies. What do you do with it?

67. What’s your most valuable possession? Did you get it yourself or was it a gift?

68. What is the worst nickname anyone has given you?

69. What is the best present you’ve ever received?

70. What would be the best possible way you could die?

71. You’re in a torture situation. Does the kidnapper have to try every method in the book or do you squeal like a pig?

72. Would you rob a bank if you knew you couldn’t get punished?

73. Did you ever bully anyone in school? Were you ever bullied? How did you react to bullying or what led you to bully others?

74. Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. What do you do?

75. You need to go clothes shopping. Where do you go? What do you buy?

76. You’re given $1000 and told you have to spend it in an hour or you get to keep nothing. What store do you go to? What do you buy? You are not allowed to use it for online shopping and you are only allowed to go to one store.

77. What is your idea of paradise?

78. Describe your utopia to us. Describe your idea of a dystopia.

79. How was your first kiss and with who?

80. What’s the cutest thing you’ve ever done? Nicest thing?

81. For one day you’re in charge of babysitting a younger version of yourself (5 and under). What do you do? You are not allowed to give yourself back.

82. Do you like children? Why or why not? How do you react to bratty children? How do you react to children who constantly ask ‘why’? Do you want children? Do you already have children?

83. You get a chance to make a perfume that captures your natural scent. What does it smell like?

84. How well do you sleep?

85. Given the chance between the two would you pick the Grinch or the seasick crocodile?

86. Have you ever been in a physical fight? If so, what prompted it?

87. You are walking through the city and you see a homeless person. Do you give them money or walk past them? Why?

88. What are your best features?

89. How do you see yourself? How do you think others see you? Be honest.

90. You think you might be getting sick. Do you pre-emptively take medicine or wait to be sure?

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Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die. Come watch TV.

Final Fantasy XV OC - Bellum Argentum Amicitia 

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Red hair, SIR, in my opinion, is dangerous.

Final Fantasy XV OC - Myra Scientia Amicitia

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Two can keep a SECRET if one of them is DEAD 

Final Fantasy XV OC - Veru Lucis Scientia

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You could be the KING but watch the QUEEN CONQUER 

Final Fantasy XV OC - Lux Argentum Caelum

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Hello everyone! Sorry for my absence on here as of late, but as I mentioned in the Promptis White Day one-shot I wrote and posted on here, school’s been kicking my ass (tends to happen when you’re a Senior taking three AP Classes) so writing has definitely not been a major focus of mine. Plus, there’s been a bunch of snow where I live, so I’ve lost a lot of school days and we’re struggling to figure out the schedule for the upcoming Spring Break (we may have to make up a few days) and all of the break homework that I might get.

Regardless, I’m going to post 4 of my OCs tomorrow (spread out over the course of the day while I’m at school). They’ll be moodboards that describe what they look like, their full names, and a quote I found that somewhat hints at their character. After that, I’m also going to reblog an ‘OC Questionnaire’ sort of post which is numbered, and you guys can send numbers to certain characters to be answered! I’ll be answering them in an interview format, so multiple characters can be asked the same question. I’m mostly doing whatever is quickest in order to churn out something so that the blog isn’t completely dead.

Thank you all for understanding, and being patient with me!

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SUPER MASSIVE SUPPORT FROM ME!!! Same as Sabrina, I’d love to help as a co-writer if you need that, or even a beta if necessary. At the very least, I am super interested in what this would look like!

ffxv tumblr dating sim?

I was wondering if anyone would be interested in an ffxv dating sim type thing right here on tumblr?

I suppose it would be more like a long fic with different routes to follow based on the choices the reader makes during the story

The idea is that I would make a text post and then propose a choice, with answers that link to different outcomes

This might result in some pretty intense branching, but I think I’m ready for the challenge!

(or I could always just code something instead, but who has time for that, amirite?)

Anyway, just throwing this out there to see if there is any interest in the concept so feedback is welcome!

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Promptis White Day, Day 3

Title: Picky Eater

Rating: Teen

WARNINGS (if there are any): Not slash, Vampire!Noctis, blood drinking, Child!Prompto

Summary: Frankly, Noctis should’ve bit the bullet and piked up some drunkard while he was in the city. Instead, he goes to the suburbs and meets a boy willing to give him his blood.

Notes: Look, I had a bunch of stuff planned for the White Day Event, but school sucker-punched me in the gut and I had to focus on an English assignment for both of the main days and couldn’t finish my prompts, so I cooked this up today to make up for it. Maybe when the Promptis Week starts, I’ll be able to use some of the stuff I have written up for that.

“Drunk, high, homeless, drunk, drunk as hell… hm, he might be--no, wait, he’s higher than the moon.” Noctis growled, standing up from crouch and stretching, a yawn escaping him as he did. “It’s not even midnight and I’m exhausted. Damn hunger.”

Blue eyes, tinged with a hint of violet, roved over the streets. They were mostly deserted, only a few late party goers out and about, all wasted or high on Gods-know-what. The occasional night-time animal rustled through the trash, finding their food before scampering on home.

Well, Noctis fell into that latter category, and he wasn’t finding shit.

“Gladio’d be bugging the hell out of me if he were here right now.” Noctis grumbled as he darted across rooftops, heading away from the not-so-dead city into the quieter suburbs. He lowered his voice to a near growl, doing his best impression of the elder Vampire. “‘You’re so picky with your tastes, Noct, just pick any out-of-their-mind drunk off the street. That’ll satisfy you.’ Well, sorry if I don’t get a kick out of the ‘second hand rush’ you bumbling Behemoth.”

Noctis growled, nearly tripping over his own feet as he jumped from an bank to an apartment’s roof, his throat burning. He needed something tonight, anything. All the stupid political drama at home had kept him distracted, and he hadn’t even realized he was so hungry until he nearly snapped at Ignis.

He never snapped at Ignis, and for good reason. If he went any longer without having something to satisfy his hunger, he was going to go ballistic on something, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Lights on, lights on, lights on, c’mon people it’s nearly midnight, aren’t humans supposed to be asleep by now? I want a meal that won’t result in a fight.” Noctis jumped from roof to roof, briefly looking up and down the block before moving on. Everyone was either too drunk to drink or too awake for him to make this easy. He didn’t need to drain someone dry tonight, he just needed enough to satisfy the burn.

Finally, Noctis found a house where the lights were off, and it looked like someone was home. He wanted to scout it out more, see if the effort would be worth it, but that would require him using his magic, and using magic made him hungrier. He was barely holding onto his sanity as it was, and he couldn’t afford to waste anymore time.

Cities were okay for blood drinking--most people could blame the attack on a crazy robber, or just passing out from drinking too much--but suburbs were always more dangerous. Break-ins weren’t common, and people knew their homes, and when they’d be broken into, and when something happened to them.

It was really a place where a starving vampire should not go, and he really should’ve stayed to the city, but hindsight is 20/20 and he couldn’t risk running back now, not without ripping someone’s dog to shreds.

…Admittedly, if this apartment was a dead end, he’d have to probably drain someone’s dog to keep himself sane. Or a fish. At this point, he wasn’t picky.

Front door was too obvious an entry, and that would require breaking a lock and leaving a lot of evidence. Or, it would wake up the humans, though that wasn’t a guarantee. Gods knew they had shit hearing compared to them.

But still, the less evidence pointing to him, the better. Barely making a sound, Noctis scaled the building directly next to the apartment. Once he was level with the second-story window, Noctis pushed off the building and grabbed onto the window pane, keeping his balance as he pulled the unlocked window open.

Someone doesn’t care that much about their security, Noctis mused, and wondered if the front door would really be unlocked.

Once again, hindsight was 20/20.

The room he’d entered was sparsely decorated, and Noctis almost thought it was empty. If it weren’t for the backpack thrown into the far corner, messy sheets on the small bed in the corner, he would’ve thought it was empty. There weren’t any personal items, posters, there wasn’t even a plant to make the room more lively.

Weird.

Noctis shook his head and moved to the door. He didn’t have time to wonder why this room was so… empty. He needed to find whoever was in this house and drink from them before he lost it. He placed on hand on the door knob and pulled it open, wincing at the loud creak that came from the hinges. Well, he could hear a TV playing from down the stairs, so the odds that he was heard were pretty low.

There was a small, almost inaudible gasp behind him, and the room suddenly lit up. Noctis hissed as his eyes stung from the sudden change, and he stumbled away from the door, his head pounding.

Dammit, this was the last thing he needed. He let his fangs extend as he turned in to the room, hissing and letting his eyes flash red with magic.

And he turned to see a small, pudgy boy sitting up in the mattress, a flashlight trained on his face.

…Oh.

Oh, fuck.

There were… rules, so to speak, that vampires followed. Some of them were actual laws that were followed, lest someone wanted to die, but others were honor codes that were just followed because gods they weren’t monsters.

One of those honor codes, which also crossed over with an enforceable law, was to not drink from or attack human children. It made sense: they drank from humans, and children had a lot less. It was better for them to grow up and get more blood in them, mature more, before drinking from them. Along with that, no one wanted to traumatize someone so young, so innocent. They weren’t monsters, and so, they didn’t drink from human children.

And here Noctis was, starving, desperate for anything to drink, and probably the only person (the only viable food source) in the house was a tiny boy.

“Who’re you?” The boy asked, tilting his head.

He was screwed, so unbelievably screwed. The hunger burned in the back of his throat like bile, and he wasn’t thinking logically at this point. He could smell the boy, not a hint of fear in his scent, and it was so alluring.

Then again, anything with blood in them was alluring at this point.

“I’m…” Noctis halted, unable to cast a spell to hide himself, or erase the boy’s memory, and he certainly wasn’t the best at making up stuff on the fly. “I’m your… imaginary friend.”

The boy pressed his lips together. “Really?”

“Really. I--” Noctis cut himself off as his stomach rumbled, his throat feeling like it had caught on fire.

“Are you hungry?” The boy asked--this sweet, beautiful, innocent boy who he was probably going to maim--and got out of his bed, still holding the flashlight. “I can try to make you something to eat, if you want.”

“N-No, that isn’t--” His stomach growled again, and it took a considerable amount of self-restraint to not start growling. His fingernails sharpened into claws, and he swallowed, reigning himself in. “Food’s not gonna help.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t--can’t eat food. You should probably run, I’m not…” Noctis couldn’t hold back a snarl this time, feeling his fangs grow without his permission. He was slipping, and either he needed to run or the boy did, but it was taking everything he had to hold back, so the boy needed to run.

“...You’re not a person, are you?” The boy, despite everything Noctis told him, drew closer, still calm and collected. “What do you need?”

“Blood.” Noctis breathed the word out, voice light and airy, and the kid got closer and it was so damn hard for him to focus. “I--kid, please, leave.”

“What if I gave you my blood?” The boy had gotten close--too close--and held out his wrist. “I’m okay with it, if you’ll stay.”

Noctis panted, twisting his fingers in his hair and trying, desperately, to ignore that pull to the boy’s blood. He couldn’t drink the boy’s blood, he couldn’t.

And yet, he didn’t have any other options at this point.

“I’m sorry.” Noctis choked out, and swooped down, pulling the boy’s wrist closer and sinking his fangs into the artery.

It was a burst of sweetness that verged on being bitter, and Noctis savored every sip like it was fine wine. He took small, quick sips to ensure he filled his appetite as quickly as possible, but also to regulate the amount he took from the boy. When he felt satiated enough to the point where his hunger had dulled to a slight rasp in the back of his throat, he pulled away from the boy’s wrist, gently licking over the punctures. A faint wisp of magic filled the air, and the wounds sealed up.

He breathed out a sigh and glanced at the boy’s face. His expression was pinched, and he was rubbing at his arm, fingers trailing over where the bite marks would be. “That was so cool.”

“Yeah, well.” Noctis rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not going to do that again, alright? But still, thank you.”

“Yeah I’m… glad to…” The boy swayed on his feet. When he started to fall, Noctis swooped forward and grabbed him, carrying him over to his bed and pulling the thin blanket over him. The boy blinked at him, eyes hazy.

“Take it easy tomorrow, okay? You lost a fair amount of blood, and you need time to get it back.” Noctis said. He smiled when the boy nodded, sinking into the springy mattress. “Any way your imaginary friend could get a name from his savior?”

“I’m… I’m Prompto.” The boy mumbled, eyes slipping closed. Noctis watched as Prompto’s breaths evened out, the kid falling asleep easily from exhaustion and blood loss.

“Prompto, huh?” Noctis mused, brushing a few strands of hair out of Prompto’s face. With a grateful smile plastered on his face, Noctis snuck back out the window, running through the alleyways to his underground home before the dawn light could grace the sky.

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Hello, everyone!

My name is Sabrina and I am a relatively new writer in the FFXV fandom. Please do not hesitate to have a look around whenever you want! And please do remember to read the rules HERE as I would not like to have any confusions in the future.

I do not take requests, but I welcome prompts and idea-sharing as well as the sharing of your works, too! Please feel free to roam however you please!

Thank you for reading, and have a nice day!

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⑥ DAY 6 (10/24): Favorite Trait ★ Chocobos

Prompto gets cursed and ends up becoming a Chocobo (though with the same level of intelligence and sentience as he normally has) and the boys have to deal with the odd change.

“How on Eos did this happen?” Ignis’ gaze flicked over Prompto, taking in every minute detail. Gladio was doing his best not to chuckle and was currently failing miserably, choked snorts making it past his covered mouth. Noctis stood beside Prompto, hand on his back, trying to keep him calm.

All that Prompto could do was ruffle his newly-obtained feathers in the Chocobo version of a shrug and respond with an eloquent “Kweh.”

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How about a Prompto? “Frost the damn cupcakes.” (43, I think..?). >.<

I gotchu anon~

Send me a request from this list!

“‘Frost the cupcakes, Prompto’ Noct said; ‘it isn’t that hard’ Iggy said; ‘I’ve got to run interference to make sure that this is still a surprise’ they said.” Prompto looked down at the mess in front of him and sighed. “Next time, someone else should frost the damn cupcakes.”

It was Gladio’s birthday, and he, Noctis, and Ignis had wanted to surprise him. They all got him a gift, and while they did initially want to buy him a cake, they eventually decided on a batch of cupcakes from scratch. The deciding factor was that Gladio could take the tray home and give some to Iris, if she asked, without feeling too guilty. Noctis had measured out all the ingredients and combined them into batter. Ignis double-checked the ingredients and how they were combined, and made sure that they weren’t burned in the oven.

And Prompto? Prompto was left with decorating, on account that he had the most ‘artistic eye’ out of the three of them.

The problem was that Prompto had never iced something before. Ever. Sure, he’d painted things before in art class, and he did have an ‘artistic eye’, but that was for photography. Icing a cupcake was surprisingly difficult, and he’d fucked it up monumentally.

The original idea was for all the cupcakes to have a swirl with black icing, with deep blue icing spelling out ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY GLADIO’, with one letter on each cupcake.

Well, he’d fucked up the swirl, so he took all the black icing and just spread it over the cupcake, trying to make it look decently even. So far, that had been the only real success, as when he got to the lettering…

Basically, it looked like someone took a blue shit over the cupcakes. A few letters were decently legible, mainly the ones that he did in one stroke, but that was a small few. The ‘o’ was all wobbly, the ‘a’s and ‘h’s were crooked and looked more like runes than letters of the alphabet. Then there was Gladio’s name, which Prompto had completely fucked up by accidentally batting some of the cupcakes off the counter, and smudging the rest of the cupcake’s icing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he fetched it, feeling a lump in his throat when he saw the text preview on his screen.

Noct: gladio’s comin, better hurry up w/cupcakes. iggy and i cant stall anymore

Prompto groaned a curse and was tempted to slam his head against the kitchen counter and knock himself out, if only to avoid the others’ ire at his complete fuck up.

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⑤ DAY 5 (10/23): Favorite Outfit ★ Sunrise

He needs to keep moving, otherwise he’ll freeze. Clothes in tatters, barely anything to his name other than a few hundred gil and a fancy-ass looking gun, if he doesn’t keep moving then he’ll die.

Here’s what Prompto has:

He has a revolver  with five bullets, clothing that’s almost complete tatters, about seven hundred bruises and cuts, a potential concussion, and about 200 gil to his name.

Here’s what Prompto doesn’t have:

He doesn’t have any additional ammo, so he has six bullets and a very short, very inneffective close-range weapon. He doesn’t have anything that’ll keep out the cold, only a few short miles from the relentless cold of Niflheim. He doesn’t have any access to the armiger, because he needs to be near Noct to access it, and he’s probably miles away by now riding on a train. He doesn’t have any food, and cooking has never been his strong suit, let alone finding something to eat in a pinewood forest in eternal winter. He doesn’t have friends, or someone he can rely on, or any way to get a support system, because his phone is cracked and unusable from when he fell—

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