#( ic ⟡ noctis )

[chippersweetbaby]

[disposablepapercup]

The sun; the moon.

[norts-trolls]

Noctis. What if I told you: you make me think of a crocodile. Not to get mixed up with an alligator. Crocs are cooler

Noctis: Wrong, I started off as a toad.

[shootingxstardust]

@puelluna​

The nightmare found herself at a mysterious plane of existence. A bar of some sorts not tied to one specific dimension. Noctis Morte couldn’t explain it, but she felt drawn to the place. Something about it piqued her interest.  about this place. It felt safe, comforting even.

Shadows usually cloaked Morte’s body, but they dissipated  upon entering. She felt strangely docile in a place like this. She  walked over to the counter, taking a seat, flashing a small glance to the red head in front of her as  Morte removed her hood, revealing her short brown hair, pale face and crack like scarring. “What is this place?” She would ask; her voice soft-spoken and calm.

[royalarms]

7 ⸻ @corderis , prompt | bleed - tris mikal

there's  a  determination  that  stirs  within  him  ,  reminding  him  of  training  sessions  when  he  was  in  kairi's  place  ,  reminding  him  of  battles  with  monsters  unforgiving  ,  and  it's  almost  laced  with  anger  .  not  at  her  ,  not  even  at  their  situation  ,  but  somehow  ,  it  bubbles  up  from  within  himself,  about  himself  .  emotions  left  unchecked  can  oft  become  uncontrollable  ,  after  all  . 

❛   can't  run  away  .   ❜   he  mumbles  ,  almost  breaking  the  walls  of  self  -  reliance  he's  built  into  their  relationship  .  a  drop  of  sweat  drips  from  his  forehead  and  onto  the  floor  he  can't  peel  his  eyes  from  ,  reminding  him  of  who  and  where  he  is  ,  and  he  blinks  as  he  lifts  his  head  from  unwelcome  defeat  .   ❛   -  out  there  .   ❜   he  attempts  to  rephrase  the  words  that  exited  the  confines  of  his  thoughts  ,   ❛   sometimes  you  can't  run  or  hide  .  you  gotta  fight  . makes this part worth it .   ❜   and  an  echo  of  gladiolus's  advice  flashes  through  his  head  .  damn  .  never  thought  he'd  see  the  day  he  started  sounding  more  like  him  .  despite  these  moments  ,  he's  not  sure  he'll  ever  admit  the  extent  of  their  likeness  .

[tsckcyomi-archived]

"When I was six years old, my father used to make me eat my vegetables by threatening that the cooks would have to be sent away if I said that I don't like the food."

[heartbinders]

He's sitting at the small table in the hotel kitchenette, intensely gaming, looking at...a pool full of rubber ducks bobbing in the water.

[zenlesszonezero]

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[royalbratprince]

@fujubun liked for a thing!

The fish weren't biting. It was irritating, and the other two had already gone off to do-- Something. Shop, Noctis thought he remembered hearing. He'd been distracted then too by what he was sure was the little ripple of an enormous fin just within sight, near some reeds. He'd even changed out lures a number of times and... nothing.

Doing the unthinkable and making noise, Noctis finally groaned and started to reel the line in for another change. "I thought I was a much better fisherman than a leader, but now I suck at both."

He... hadn't meant to say that. He hadn't meant to think it, even if it was just a passing moment or negativity. Wincing a little, knowing Ignis was right there to hear him, he bit his lip and kept reeling for a bit. "Sorry. I'm probably just hungry. And tired. And the fish are being mean."

[painedprince]

@stonecoldmeme

"You're a genius. Marry me?"

[flying-corvidae]

Y a des jours j'ai bien envie de remonter un truc bien fantastique et bien crado, pour le plaisir de faire un beau gros chantier visuel et d'univers, mais pouah la flemme

[cwarscars]

Heidegger was angrier than usual – at least that was what he'd overheard some of the infantrymen saying – so everyone was staying clear of him.

Well, everyone except for Noctis since the boy had never feared him the way everyone else did. Sure, he was intimidating as hell, and he was strict, but he'd always been good to him.

When Noctis stepped into the man's office, he was momentarily speechless. He looked more sad than angry. It smelled like he'd been drinking, too. Noctis was worried about him.

"You okay, Sir?"

// because the picture set you tagged me in gave me feels.

he's down three quarters of a bottle; no longer responding to a sip with a grimace and a breath - now, he drinks as if to drown; wishes to choke on the sweet burn of alcohol. fails to do so.

atop his desk sits a couple of photo frames, a smiling father and his children - a man and a wife embracing. before him he sees his family and yet, that's all there is now, isn't there? only photographs. an ache in his heart and a pain in his chest, a memory that stings more than damp lids.

unfortunately for heidegger, his eyes can't look elsewhere; he watches the pictures as if to hope that they'll move. as if he expects to hear his daughter's voices, his wife's forgiveness. perhaps the booze has a hand in such a hope, perhaps it's the very thing that encourages a tear to edge down his cheek.

why had she left him? taken the kids and ran-? what had he done? what hadn't he done? all he'd tried to do was be the best he could. dedicate himself to the cause; fight for shinra, for them. and this is how he'd been repaid? nought more than a note. awakened in a hospital bed, bandages over his body - an unbearable agony.

oh, how he'd pined for them since.

years spent, a failure.

and yet - noctis had helped him; seen him through. taken place neath the broken wing of a man so eager to be a father once more. looked to heidegger as no one else would; given back to him the love he'd so desperately wanted to once show his own.

if only he'd have been better - if only-

the door edges ajar, a shadow taking the room; heidegger quick to hide his bottle back in the desk drawer. he watches with pressed lids, eyes red with sorrow - a choke between his breath and a shout.

"what're you-" he spits, realisation hindering his tone when it becomes obvious who stands behind the question "...ah-" his voice becomes quiet "noctis."

a quick turn of his head sees him eyeing the distance outside; the midnight blue of the clouds lacing around the steel of the plate. truly, he doesn't take in the sky - only wishes to look anywhere but his boy.

he can't see him this way.

heidegger shan't show weakness...even as it drips down the curves of his cheek, the ragged mar beneath his eye wet with lament. were one to listen closely, they'd perhaps hear the mourning in his breath.

"please-" his voice cracks, a rare weakness that the general wishes he wouldn't show. skulked away in the darkness, he attempts to hide himself beneath the black of shadows "i'd rather you not see me like this."

[chippersweetbaby]

sometimes it's fun to go out and have ice battles with giant monsters in the middle of the night. no matter what prompto says

[madeimpact]

...Yeah.

[norts-trolls]

Noctis, what are you doing baby girl

he's not dignifying that with an answer

[coconox]

his ult is very satisfying

[royalarms]

for the botanical hc meme - bay tree, lilac, poppy! ♡ ⸻ @13nth

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

he absolutely favors a simpler and more personal life . he loves the people around him and yearns for nothing more than to experience an average life full of love and peace . from a young age he's had this title thrust upon him that he did not want , and all of these rules , regulations , training regimens , titles , events , etc . , etc . and all he's ever wanted was to be a kid who got to play outside and sleep in on the weekends . that's a lot of the reason he presses to go to a public school . despite the barrier between him and the other students , he got to experience what they experience . he got to feel closer to feeling human . it's a lot of the reason he moved into his own apartment in his late teens ; the life in the citadel ? he never felt like that was his own , or that he truly belonged there . in a life born into extravagance , he cannot help but yearn for the simplicities of life . the struggle of a day - to - day working citizen . how can he love people in the way that he wishes if he can never understand them ?

lilac : what was your muse’s childhood like ? how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ?

tw : parental death !!

so this definitely ties in with my last answer ! he was brought up being told he was special , some chosen king who will purge this star of its scourge , that he is a prophesied existence , which made him feel like this life was never his to live . like destiny would have its way with him and he'd not have a say in its unfolding . when he's really young , he doesn't understand . in actuality , i don't think he fully grasps it until he's forced to during the game's canon , but as a kid , it always felt like a heavy weight . his mother , aulea , passed away when he was eight years old , and his father , the king , regis , had little time to spend with him most days . he spent a lot of time training , studying , learning , reading . . . but it always felt a bit hollow . people loved him , but he never saw it in a way that they loved him for him . he saw their love as a respect for his title as prince and nothing more , leading him to a rather lonely and isolated feeling childhood . i do think the days he spent with aulea were warm , as well as regis , but after the traumatic daemon attack , things were never quite the same . his teenage years were spent dutifully studying and attending class , making great marks and exceeding academically as well as in the eyes of society . though , he didn't have many people he'd consider his friends . this is kind of when he starts forming stronger bonds with prompto , ignis , and gladio , though , so he starts to really spend more time with them , as with them , he begins to feel that sense of belonging he's always wished for . though , he still rejects his princely duties and easily cops an attitude when forced to accept them . again , he doesn't really accept he will one day be king until we see him struggling with it in game . it really is something he adamantly fights against thinking about despite the stress it causes as he pushes it away . of all of the things his kingship would include , a prominent one is the death of his father , and he had been forced to think of that each and every time one wished to prepare him for the throne . he rejected it and rejected it , feared it , until the day did finally come , and even still , he could not bring himself to call himself king . it's an internal battle he's fought all his life .

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

i think this one has two distinct answers ! it depends on how he's feeling and how/why he's seeking comfort . usually , no matter what , he will find comfort by lakeside or seaside , casting his line and watching the water as he awaits a fish's next bite . a particular breeze is often favored , and it helps to refresh his mind and clear his thoughts . for him , it's almost like a meditation . the quietness , the familiarity of the water , and the vastness of existence . he likes those moments of solitude where he can unwind and recharge , letting go of every day stressors and allowing him a chance to reconnect with himself .

sometimes , however , he craves the comfort of another person , or people . the simple of existence of domestic living aside the people dearest to him , who have his trust and care , and vice versa . he enjoys his solitude , but too much of it can feel isolating , and he's back to his childhood miseries . he loves companionship , despite his lack of experience in showing it , and truly enjoys himself when playing video games with his friends , watching movies , camping out together , sharing stories , and bonding . he doesn't always need a hug or a hand to hold , but more often than not , he'll take a warm body to sit aside a campfire with and chat about life .i