#Noct: okay maybe he is a little

[what-wait-why]

i could do a longer thing about this but: everywhere they sit, in a diner or car or camp or gondola, Gladio always sits where he can see Noctis

[sageteapost]

Hi! i saw you write for ffxv and read the dating drabbles you made and wanted to request more expanded hcs for Noctis if thats okay? Like what else would come with dating them, love language, jealousy level and maybe even tropes if that's okay- pls feel free to add or change anything to this broad request 💀 tysm in advance and stay safe 💕

❝Hmm, I see...❞

authors note: ABSOLUTELY ANON!! Could always write more about Noct haha. And no worries, I've been cooking for a long time about this.

cw + tags: Mostly fluff! Gets spicy for like, a split second, but that's it. Not proofread, sorry for any typos! [Established relationship. GN! Reader.]

summary: A more expanded list of dating headcanons about Noctis from this post!

As for love languages, Noctis is tied with physical touch and quality time. Surprisingly, he's a big cuddler and very affectionate. At least in private. He's a bit shyer about it in public especially with the title of Prince and trying to keep proper images sometimes, but he's much more open about it during more intimate moments.

Kisses, cuddles (just be prepared to deal with how he becomes a koala), the whole thing. Just as long as it's all in the safety and comfort of being at home.

He's actually kind of playful with his affection. It's actually a bit more different than from what you'd might expect.

And if he's feeling like it, he can be handsy. At first, he's very shy about it, but slowly grows more comfortable and wilder.

Very soon, you'll have to deal with a sleepy prince who loves to nip at your neck sometimes.

Like I said in the previous post, Noct loves spooning. Not only does he sleep better, but he loves your body heat.

I think he's the type of guy to absolutely cover himself in blankets to feel nice and toasty, but also loves to blast the AC so it's freezing (me).

So, if you like sleeping toasty with weighted blankets as he spoons you, you're in luck.

As for how Noctis deals with jealousy, it's more on the quieter side compared to someone like Gladio. But definitely still enough to stand up and say something.

However, he's not the type of guy to immediately jump the gun if anyone started talking with you. He trusts you. It's only when they get a bit too close or try to be handsy is when he'll step in.

By confronting them, he doesn't make a huge spectacle about it. He'd simply just whisk you away. Maybe make a quick snide comment on how you're taken or just make up an excuse to say you're needed somewhere else.

Noct makes it quick. Either because it's the royal status that prevents him from doing too much or the fact, he's not super into making a huge spectacle out of things.

This may fall into some of the things you'll have to deal with in dating him, but it's not really the fear of losing you to someone else but more of the feeling that maybe he's not good enough for you. How you deserve someone else who isn't riddled with anxieties or the heavy duty he carries on his shoulders as the future king of Lucis.

Noct will become extra cuddly and clingy afterwards. Gently kissing you everywhere as if to reassure himself that you're there.

But what really helps him and makes him feel better, not just after moments of jealousy, is when you tell him those words.

'You're good enough', 'you're worth every single second of each day,' and 'I love you, regardless of who you are and the burdens that may follow you.'

ANY of those words of reassurance or a variant of them will make him melt.

Come now, the man has had very little chances where he could choose what he wanted for his own sake and happiness, and you reassuring him that he's deserving of it makes him over the moon.

[reflectionsofacreator]

📚 final fantasy, your choice of numerical!

cracks knuckles

Okay let's imagine, for a minute, about Noctis who didn't manage to escape the fire in Tenebrae. Regis lost his grip, Noctis tried to squirm out of his hold to get to Luna, something. And for the next eight years, Noctis is raised as a ward of the Empire alongside Luna and Ravus, with all the gristly details that implies because Niflheim finally has their hands on the crown prince of their hated enemy.

The story starts with Noctis' long awaited return to Insomnia at the hands of Lieutenant Drautos when he's sixteen, eight long, long years after the tragic fire that took Queen Sylvia's life. There's been some paper thin excuse about Noctis staying in the Empire for "goodwill" but everyone knows that he's been a hostage, and the kingdom is ecstatic to have their prince back.

The big reunion between beloved father and son, and it's shattered when Noctis, in a polite, quiet Tenebrae accent, asks, "Do I know you, sir?" (Because that's not what his father looked like. That's not the dad who abandoned him, is it? He's too old, surely--)

The prince that's returned to them is a stranger. Neatly combed back hair, a fondness for Tenebrae white colors, soft spoken lilting accent and impeccable manners that betray nothing of what he thinks. It's only in private, when Ignis and Gladio desperately try to get him to open up and maybe talk to them that Noctis admits that he wants to go home, to his brother and sister. The best he can do is send letters with the Messengers, a small, fluffy black dog that Ignis swears wasn't there yesterday.

We cut between Ravus, Luna, and Noctis as the letters pass hands. Ravus, having been pressured into being in the military at eighteen so he could no longer protect his little siblings, traces over the harsh stroke of the pen in Noct's letters in the privacy of his tiny cabin. Luna scribbling out her loneliness and exhaustion over being the world's youngest Oracle for four years now, saying how much she misses the comforting weight of her little brother following her around during her duties.

The Ravus we find here is harder on the outside, but fiercely protective of Luna and Noctis. His hatred for Regis is even more intense, because how dare that man abandon his own son, yet banked even further down because he cannot afford to let these emotions show when he needs to protect them. It's not just that Luna is his precious little sister -- their mother wasn't done healing Noctis before she perished, and Noctis could only rely on them. Ravus is the only one who knows that the Empire was going to kill the boy, and it was only his quick thinking that convinced General Glauca to spare Noctis as a hostage.

Luna is more tired, more worn down. Not only is she the youngest Oracle with an impossible task, she did everything she possibly could to make sure Noctis traveled with her retinue so she could keep an eye on him and make sure the Empire didn't touch him. And now that he's gone, whisked away back to his "home", she finds herself working even harder just to cope with the loneliness.

Noctis is... well. He copes, as best he can, being a stranger in his own 'home' with chronic pain and no one knowing what really happened. Even his magic is different, leans more towards healing and the like rather than traditional Lucian faire, uses a rapier like his older brother when he goes to spar. Spends time with his dog, with Ignis trying to get him to want to meet with his father, training with Gladio in the ring and trying not to flinch at how big he is (not his fault, he's just. Big like Glauca.), tentatively making friends with Cor's hyperactive blonde kid named Prompto...

It isn't until Gladio sees Captain Drautos 'checking in' on the Prince that things start to change. Drautos now has sway over the Glaives and the Crownsguard, the gratitude of the King Himself, so long as Prince Noctis keeps his mouth shut about what happened while he was being "rescued" from General Glauca. Except Noctis talks back to the Captain now that it's just him, he doesn't have to worry about his siblings getting hurt, just himself really.

Gladio charges, because even if that's a little shit of a guy that's his Prince who's being slapped around. He doesn't have a hope in hell against someone like Titus Drautos, let alone General Glauca, being only eighteen and new to the whole 'shield' thing. Gets his shit wrecked, his eye nearly cut open, and his life held against Noctis to scare them both into keeping Drautos' secret.

Gladio, while he's being patched up on Ignis' bathtub, is adamant that they tell the king and the council, while Noctis pleads that they can't or Glauca will find a way to punish Luna and Ravus. Ignis informs him that it will be happening, because this is no longer just a threat to them but a threat to the whole kingdom.

We cut to the chocobros watching as Prince Ravus and Princess Lunafreya are welcomed into Insomnia, only to have their introductions interrupted by Noctis' excited shout of their names and practically warping over to them to hug them stupid. Drautos is imprisoned now, things are starting to look up for the first time for the Fleuret siblings in ... so, so long.

I think the primary fic would end there, but I'd probably want to have oneshots set after, about the adjusting period, and how things wrap up. Something something the abuse that the kids were subjected to gets to light and has the Empire's citizens up in arms over the treatment of the beloved Oracle, Lucis uses it as a way to force Niflheim into a peace treaty. Another oneshot from the pov of someone who only knows Ravus as a battlefield commander, seeing him turn all soft and doting on Luna and Noctis. Maybe dig into how Noctis and Luna traveled around under the guard of Glauca, how it's just as much threatening as it is teasing the Lucis spies who can't get close enough to set Noctis free...

I think about this au often, if you can't tell,

[Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.]

[zanarkandfayth]

Happy Storyteller Saturday!

What inspired you to write Monsters Running Wild (Inside of Me), if it's not too difficult for you to talk about (given the subject matter of the story)? If it's too personal to share, (or you can also treat this as a bonus question!), what was your favourite comfort scene to write in that story?

thank you for the ask! I don't mind sharing though it's definitely gonna be a long, personal answer. also I laugh every time I see the title written out in full because I deliberately wrote it that way in an attempt to maybe discourage people from reading (don't ask lmao) and it makes me cringe. I should really remove the parentheses, or shorten the title maybe. ahem. anyways.

hhhh okay so I tend to be an oversharer so I will try to tone it down. the less-detailed answer is that I started writing monsters around early August 2022 I think? towards the beginning of that year I had two friendships blow up, the important one being the one with my bestie where our problems had been building for two years.

then in June the stomach problems I'd been having on and off since late 2019 that my doctor dismissed blew up, like "pain so bad for three days until I broke down and asked my mom to take me to urgent care and they sent me to the ER" blew up. which led to constant medical appointments and "throw medications at the wall and see what sticks" approaches, because nobody could find anything wrong with me. scans and tests kept coming back normal. I also had some separate health problems crop up during this point which just worsened things.

it is also notable that I'd been trying to move to Japan and teach English, which my stomach problems forced me to give up on, and that hurt a lot too.

so, yeah, basically mad depression over everything, I found myself feeling suicidal, and like. I have a past attempt. the mental hospital I got forced into for four days nearly killed me. that's not an exaggeration. I passed out and stopped breathing because they gave me two clashing medications. I really, really didn't wanna wind up back there if I failed in another attempt, and tbh, I didn't really WANT to make another attempt. but thoughts were in my head and I have no access to mental health care.

so in desperation I turned to fic. I wanted a long, angsty fic set before the game with a suicidal noct and ignis taking care of him, but there were none that I could find. and at this time, I had been working on another ffxv fic since November 2019, it was over 500k and nowhere near being finished (it's not posted anywhere rn except privately for people who are interested, because it's now over 600k and still not finished, send help) and I was. getting a little burnt out lol. so I was like "yeah okay, I can take a break to write something short with noct attempting to kill himself that's just for me"

I wrote it in my private just-for-me discord server. I had nothing specific in mind, I just started writing and let the words take me wherever they wanted. it was still largely the first chapter of monsters that is posted now, except there was no ignoct. when it was done, I shared it with the not-bestie, who loved it and then said something about how "if ignis hadn't shown up when he did then noct would have died and how would Ignis have felt coming in to yell at noct only to find him dead" and that they wanted to see Ignis have a nightmare about that.

I had already been on the fence about whether I wanted to write more, because I'd wanted more comfort than what I'd written and I also wanted to have Ignis find a note from noct, but I still had other fic to work on, but the not-bestie wanting a nightmare made me decide to at least (probably) write a second part.

I didn't, though, for like a month? I went back to the other fic. don't remember why I picked up monsters again, probably just still struggling with thoughts. I polished the first chapter and added a bit to make it ignoct, then I wrote out the second chapter with Ignis finding the note and the third chapter with him having the nightmare, then I kept going with noct being in the hospital and by that point a rough semblance of a plot idea was starting to form, so I decided to keep going and see where it took me.

that is probably about the point where my rocky frienship with the not-bestie started inspiring/influencing the fic. because I was talking with them a lot, but we weren't okay and we both knew it and it upset me. though to be clear, noct and iggy's messed up frienship is nothing like mine, I gave them their own problems, but it still felt really cathartic to write something where they weren't okay for a long time.

so yeah, the really really short answer is "I was fucked up and my most meaningful (but platonic) friendship was fucked up and it inspired me to write a fic where noct and ignis were fucked up (but still gay for each other) and then it just kept going" (:

also, bonus question... the stargazing at the sky walk scene is my overall fave, but I'm not sure that counts as enough comfort, so I'll say the scene at the end of chapter 31, where noct asks ignis what it was like for him when he walked in on noct's attempt. because they're both so touchy-feely and vulnerable and intimate and for all ignis' denial about their relationship, he knows, THEY know, they know they know, and also for a fic that is largely about ignis comforting/supporting noct, I love that noct is the one doing the primary comforting and supporting in that scene. it was so lovely to write.

I think this answer is too long. sorry 💀

[lunarlegend]

Stella Plays Matchmaker (For No Reason)

~ or, The Story of How Stella Accidentally Created a Love Triangle Out of Nothing

(Brotherhood Era - featuring Stella, age 16; Noctis & Prompto, 18; Ignis, 20; and Gladio, 21)

[ basically, Stella believes herself to be inherently irresistible to men, so naturally she mistook Prompto's growing crush on Noctis to be directed at her (despite there being absolutely no evidence to support this whatsoever)

...and decided to remedy the (very awkward and very imagined) situation by inviting a very confused Prompto over to her apartment one night so she could gently break the news to him that she only likes him as a friend.

and that's how it all started... ]

Stella: -opening the door- "Prompto! Come on in!" D:

Prompto: -cautiously steps inside and looks around- "Uh...I appreciate you having me over, but...why did you choose 9pm on a Wednesday?"

Stella: "Let's not worry about that." -pulls out a chair for him at the table- "Have a seat." D:

Prompto: .... -hesitates for a moment, then sits-

Stella: -also sits- "Would you like a cookie?" D: -holds out a plate of chocobo-shaped cookies-

Prompto: ...! -very carefully takes one- ... -suddenly blurts out- "...I-is something wrong?!"

Stella: "No no, of course not!" D: -stares at him-

Prompto: ...... -takes a small bite of the cookie-

Stella: -continues staring-

Prompto: "... ...S-Stella...?"

Stella: "Prompto, I need to talk to you." -reaches across the table and puts her hand on his hand-

Prompto: -jumps- ?!

Stella: -sighs deeply- "...This isn't easy..."

Prompto: -on the verge of an anxiety attack- "...O-oh gods, what's wrong?! Just tell me...!"

Stella: -dramatic pause- "...Prompto, I...I only like you as a friend."

Prompto: ....

Stella: ....

Prompto: "...I-I...I also like you as a friend...?"

Stella: -sighs again- "Prompto, you don't have to hide it anymore. I know you like me...I've seen the way you act when we all hang out at Noct's."

Prompto: -genuinely confused- "Uhh..."

Stella: -continues- "But I just don't feel that way about you. I already have someone who I like."

Prompto: -still confused- "...Uh...yeah, I know. You like Ignis."

Stella: -suddenly blushes bright red- "...H-How do you know about that?!" o//A//o;

Prompto: "Stella, you literally stuffed your bra with my socks."

Stella: -covering her face with her hands- "We don't talk about that...!" >//A//<;;

Prompto: "Besides, I..." -sighs- "...Well, I guess I appreciate you trying to let me down easy, but..." -takes another bite of the cookie, blushing slightly- "...I already have someone who I like, too..."

Stella: -looks up at him- ?

Prompto: -catches her gaze and looks away, blushing more- "...I-it's not important..."

Stella: -suddenly grabs his hand with both of her hands- "No, you have to tell me!" D:

Prompto: -jolts- "Uwah!"

Stella: "Tell me! Maybe I can help!" D:

Prompto: -stares at her for a moment- ... -looks down- "...It's...uhh..."

Stella: -waits expectantly- D: ?!

Prompto: "...I...I-I like..." -mumbles a bit- "...I like...Noctis..."

Stella: -practically shouting- "Noctis?!" D:

Prompto: -blushing profusely now- "Ahh, don't say it so loud...!"

Stella: -already in her own little world as she thinks about it- "...Of course..."

Prompto: "S-Stella...?!"

Stella: -looks up at him again- "Does he like you back?!" D:

Prompto: "...! I...well...I don't...know. I mean, I hope he does, but..."

Stella: "Let me find out!" D:

Prompto: -blinks- "...Y-yeah...?"

Stella: -nods confidently- "I can totally find out!" D:

Prompto: -stares at her for a moment- ... -slowly nods back- "...O-okay...just...just don't make it obvious that I like him, okay?"

Stella: "Of course! Your feelings are safe with me!" D:

[ so the next day, Stella headed across the hall to Noctis' apartment after school, determined to discreetly get some information out of her cousin. ...which went about as well as you'd expect. ]

Stella: -settling into the couch while Noctis starts the PS4- "Y'know..."

Noctis: -focused on what he's doing- ?

Stella: "Prompto's a really great guy, huh?"

Noctis: -grabs their controllers and sits down on the couch beside Stella- "Yeah, I guess so. He's my best friend, after all."

Stella: -nods, taking her controller as he hands it to her- "...He's pretty cute, too, huh?"

Noctis: .... -glances over at her for a moment- "...I mean, I guess. If you like blonde guys."

Stella: -with no hesitation whatsoever- "And those freckles! So adorable!" D:

Noctis: ........ -hesitates awkwardly and turns toward the TV- "...Can we just play the game?"

Stella: -nods and watches while he starts the match- ... -waits until they're in a middle of a round before she brings it up again- "...I wonder if Prompto likes anyone?"

Noctis: -jumps and misses his move, causing his character to throw the match- ...! -turns to Stella again- "...Why are you even thinking about that?!"

Stella: -practically oblivious to what's happening on the screen- "I'm just saying...guy like that, he could probably date anyone he wanted!" D:

Noctis: ...... -stares at her-

Stella: -stares back- D:

Noctis: ...........

Stella: D:

[ later that day ]

Stella: -on the phone with Prompto- "I haven't been able to get any information from him so far. ... ... Well, you know how he is. ... Yeah, I know. ... ....No, I don't think it's a lost cause! Just gotta do a little more investigating..." D:

[ even later that day ]

Noctis: -angrily tossing his dishes into the sink just as Ignis walks in the door-

Ignis: -blinks and pauses at the scene- "...I can see you're in a bad mood, so I take it you didn't get to the paperwork I left you?"

Noctis: -continues without even looking at him- "As if I have time for that!"

Ignis: -suppresses a sigh and places a bag of groceries down on the counter- "...What's going on? Did something happen?"

Noctis: -considers talking about it for a moment, but decides against it- "...No. It's fine."

Ignis: -raises an eyebrow- ... -surveys the mess in the kitchen before moving to start preparing dinner- "...Well, your father is waiting for those documents. So if you could at least glance at them before--"

Noctis: -suddenly blurts out- "I think Stella likes Prompto!"

Ignis: ....... -blinks-

Noctis: -staring down at the counter- .... -hesitates before he continues- "...She...she wouldn't stop asking about him today!"

Ignis: ... -chooses his words carefully- "...If she does, would that bother you?"

Noctis: -looks up at him- "Of course it would!"

Ignis: ...! -pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose- ...

Noctis: -looks back down- "...I mean..."

Ignis: ... -quietly starts preparing dinner, giving him time to continue-

Noctis: "...Well six, why did it have to be Prompto?!"

Ignis: -glances up at him calmly as he begins dicing veggies- "...Why does it bother you so much?"

Noctis: -abruptly yells- "Because I like Prompto!"

[ later that night ]

Ignis: -sighs as he unlocks the door to his apartment-

Gladio: -had been waiting for him inside- "There you are. Did Noct give you a fight about the paperwork?"

Ignis: -takes his shoes off and sets his bag down, looking even more stressed than usual- "Not exactly..."

Gladio: -places comforting hands on his shoulders- "You wanna talk about it?"

Ignis: -sighs again as he leans into the touch- "...I think...I think Noct has a problem I can't help him with."

Gladio: -barely suppresses a snort- "Well yeah, that kid has lots of problems..."

Ignis: -ignores his comment and continues- "...He's upset because he found out Stella likes Prompto, apparently."

Gladio: -pauses- ...

Ignis: "He's really distraught about it. I'm not sure what to do..."

Gladio: ... -hides a chuckle- "...So you...you think Stella likes Prompto?"

Ignis: ...? -turns to look up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion- ...

Gladio: -trying not to laugh- "...No, it's just..." -sighs and leans down to kiss Ignis on the forehead- "...I just think it's cute that you think Stella likes Prompto."

Ignis: ...???

[ and that's the story of how Stella inadvertently caused all sorts of drama by literally being the worst matchmaker in history. obviously Noctis & Prompto eventually did figure out their feelings for each other, but not before several more weeks of this, and with absolutely no real help from Stella.

she's an idiot, your honor. ]

[chasingfigments]

Prompto post-canon calendar change

This description alone has me curious!

It started as a sprint event prompt in the FFXV Book Club discord that I haven't touched since then. Have a snippet!

Sania Yeagre is the first person to point out the anomaly, though it is some weeks after the funeral. While Lestallum spent the years of darkness struggling to keep track of its own clock and calendar, a few people, like Sania, actually tried to keep track of things beyond Eos. “We’ve checked multiple times,” she says and taps the top of the report for emphasis. Prompto thinks he’s pretty good at, like, tech stuff, but microbiology—and, in this case, celestial mechanics (maybe? should he ask? does it matter? he’s better with gears and metal and wires, not space stuff)—is not his strong point. “With the exception of the Dawn, the sun rises and sets more or less at expected times. Well within what we’re capable of forecasting.” Capable of forecasting based on what skills the survivors have. Humanity retained and lost a lot of knowledge in weird, nonsensical chunks. And what specialized knowledge they do have isn’t all that widespread unless it had something to do with survival and sustaining the five-thousand-odd remnants of the world. Prompto’s guessing that either they don’t have anyone who knows off the top of their head how to calculate when sun is supposed to rise and set or else the person is being put to better use on the reconstruction. “Okay, so what’s the problem, then?” That first night after the Dawn, Prompto’s pretty sure no one on Eos slept until the sun rose again. He sure didn’t, but he was more occupied with sorting out what to do with Noct’s— Sania reaches out and flips the report to another page. There’s a diagram of the solar system. “While it’s a little difficult to be certain due to the collapse, we thought our calendars were accurate within two to three days. We ought to be at the very end of fall right now, but based on the positioning of the stars, we’re at the beginning of spring.”

[bluravenite]

So i hadn't seen the original post since I try not to be too active here but... Im going to list off references just as a reminder 🫶 !!

A tumblr user in the ghost fandom posted about their opinion that people shouldn't write or draw dewdrop and copia as trans or emotionally complex characters. Their reasoning being:

Here's the link to the og post as well as a great reply from media nocte, which i think VERY well sums up the general argument here. "Get fucked OP."

Also this wonderful response by leafy, my love...

As well as syringe's post which even lists Tobias Forge's opinions, which OP said the papas were 'his super secret fight club level identity' which if it were true, he wouldn't be accepting Ghost band awards as himself nor with his family, nor openly interviewing about it... If it was so secret...

Tobias has even been open about other characters of his (such as Mary Goore, as mentioned per an interview) used they/them pronouns even if not INHERENTLY trans or non-binary.

He's always been openly accepting of people regardless of their gender or sexuality (this isn't to idolize him, just stating my knowledge of his values.)

My last point to op?? Here's what those "trans" people think about mine and other works.

I know i have more personal conversations with people where we have discussed how validating it can be for trans and non-binary people to write, read, explore these characters.

A reminder. Tags exist. Read the fucking tags on a fic, chances are the author wrote trans!dewdrop or "usage of cunt" in the tags or notes, and if they didn't?? It takes 3 seconds to comment "could you please add a trans character content tag please?"

As an artist myself, who originally stuck to the "stage representations of the characters" i the slowly started exploring the way i perceive their stories, how i can make MY OWN ART out of these characters that relates TO ME and MY FEELINGS and likes and opinions and such because THAT is what creativity is about. Taking what the world gives you and making it your own.

I am not trans, i am barely even nonbinary... Labels are scary, half the time i don't know who i am okay? I don't always feel like a girl, i don't always hate my body, sometimes i feel like if i live in this body for just a second longer I'll have to scratch all the skin off and crawl out of it myself... Sometimes i wish i could bind, be flat, have a deeper voice, be more masculine, sometimes i want to wear skirts that are way too short and the pretty corset from renfaire that makes my chest look so puffy and pretty... Sometimes it's nobody's fucking business... And sometimes my characters reflect what i am, what i wanna be, what i am not, and what i may never be. And just like my gender and my body?? It's nobody's fucking business.

In all my niceness and honesty. (Which are starting to run lower every time people say stupid shit in this fandom...)

Get. Fucked. OP.

Now let me get a bit more personal for a moment op... I've the posts saying you "went to a Catholic school"

As someone who grew up going to an All-girls Catholic private school, as my whole family before me had done, here's a little bit of insight.

All the shit they told you?? Yeah it causes trauma, it causes resentment and repression. Feeling disgusted and surprised when this "male character" has "female" genitals? Please ask yourself how you feel about your body first. Your mind. Why do you want to read "gay/bi men doing those activities" but not a trans man enjoying himself just as much? Would it be different if if were a ghoulette? Would it be different if the ghoulettes were the ones doing it?

OP please evaluate yourself before you OPENLY SPEAK for a community that you are not a part of, and if you ever do decide to explore your own repression, sexuality, and gender? Know that you deserve a chance at fucking up and learning about yourself. I say this from personal experiences. Making catholic school your whole personality internalizes that "sinful" feeling. That's probably why you enjoy ghost too... Not to psychoanalyze a random person on the internet but...

Get help.

Thank you.

[luridaemos]

i know people are tired of versus 13, but i've been thinking about if anything from the trailers will be made relevant to kingdom hearts 4 lately so i want to just dump my thoughts here. also a little bit about the 4 trailer because a certain line is bugging me and i’m going stir crazy waiting for news. like for one "there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so" was so important that it was in all of the trailers until the direction change and could possibly be mentioned by mom or yozora himself. if maybe "the true figure is still hidden in sleep" is still important with how much sleep still seems to be (sora and yozora sharing dreams but also riku’s dreams and sora’s apparent coma upon arriving in quadratum). strelitzia is the new white-robed figure & it’d be so cool to maybe see a variation of yozora vs strelitzia or even sora vs her:

i kind of feel like maybe the conversation between noct and stella might have been mostly scrapped

i think mainly the parts about a select people being able to continuously see a light in the sky after a near death experience from which they gain power from at the cost of another's life. but the stuff about etro opening the door for the dead and a light shining down could easily become “door to kingdom hearts” related or even related to the meteor shower that happened on destiny islands. maybe worked into the characters we know arriving in quadratum the way kairi arrived on destiny islands.

there’s also the whole “eyes that see the light of expiring souls” and “there are things i just ‘know,’ and i have no idea how.” which i guess could now be yozora being able to go to the final world in his dreams. 

plus an conversation that happens directly after noct talks to stella after their first trailer interaction which boils down to a disembodied voice asking who noct is and him responding that he was going to ask them the same thing. a line added in a later trailer is him saying “goodbye. whoever you are.” which i’m thinking could either be now yozora talking to whoever stole his appearance/whoever told him to “save sora” or completely reworked into his meeting with sora in the final world. i think it’d be super interesting if yozora had spoken to the person who stole his appearance before hand and maybe even become friends before it happened, but i’d honestly be okay if that isn’t the case. it being whoever told him to “save sora” could also lead it to him not knowing who stole his look and that maybe the same person took nameless star’s name.

i’m also wondering if “the heart resides within the soul, which in turn is guided by fate to its rightful place.” and “the choice is yours once more.” form the kh4 trailer is related to yozora saying “if you are who you say, and it was fate that brought us here, then... my path is clear.”

i also wonder if “guided by fate to its rightful place” is more related to yozora or sora, or perhaps everyone who isn’t supposed to be in quadratum and it’s clear that it’s up to sora to decide what to do. sorry if this is all something people have already talked about at length. i just figured i might as well use this tumblr dump my hyperfixation thoughts somewhere.

[errantknightess]

Ship: Noctis/Prompto || Words: 677 || First kiss, mutual pining

Prompt: Wardrobe malfunction

[Read on AO3]

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The weather outside is frightful.

Prompto sputters as a sudden gust of wind blows the swirling snowflakes straight into his mouth. It hadn’t been snowing this hard when he left the house, but now as he follows Noct up the stairs out of the subway tunnel, the pesky white immediately finds its way into every nook and cranny that isn’t protected by his hat or scarf.

“Dude, we’re gonna freeze before we get to the arcade!”

“I didn’t expect it to get this bad.” Noct gives him a guilty glance, blinking the icy droplets off his eyelashes. The tiny stars that cling to his wispy bangs make him look even more ethereal than usually. “Sorry for dragging you out here.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Prompto says quickly. He’s already feeling so much warmer. “You’ve been cooped up way too long with all that princely paperwork. I totally get it, I’d be itching to get out too.”

Noct shakes his head, dislodging some of the snow that has piled up on his beanie. “Yeah, but... Maybe we should have just stayed at my place.”

Prompto thinks about it – imagines the two of them nestled up on the couch, braving the snowstorm with two cups of hot cocoa and a single blanket. Probably watching a movie, accidentally meeting hands in their shared bowl of popcorn. And then falling asleep with Noct slumped against him, soft dark hair tickling Prompto’s cheek as his best friend’s head slips from his shoulder onto his chest.

It’s too risky.

It makes his traitor heart beat too fast and his dumb crush bubble up dangerously close to the surface. Out here, at least his secret is safe. The tell-tale flush in his cheeks can be easily chalked up to the chill, and there are enough thick layers of clothes between them to keep his thoughts sober.

“Don”t worry about it,” Prompto says out loud. “I’ll be fine! Just gotta bundle up a little.”

He tugs at the zipper of his jacket, but instead of pulling it up, his hand meets an unexpected resistance. “Ah, crap.”

“What’s wrong?” Noct asks, and the immediate concern in his voice makes Prompto melt a bit.

“My scarf got caught in my zipper,” Prompto sighs. It’s a nice scarf, too, the fluffiest and warmest one he owns. He’s been so careful to make sure it lasts him a good while. And now both the scarf and the zipper are gonna be ruined. What a waste.

“Let me see.” Noct steps closer and gently bats Prompto’s hands away from the collar. His breath comes out in white puffs that fade on Prompto’s face as he gently starts to pick at the wool strands. Prompto stares at him cross-eyed down his nose, quietly committing to memory every time Noct’s knuckles brush against his jaw.

Noct is always doing this kind of things without thinking. Without even realizing how much it’s killing him.

So much for safe.

“There,” Noctis says, after what feels like an eternity, and far too soon. He pulls at the zipper, which moves freely again – nicking Prompto in the lip before he thinks to lift his head.

“Ow!”

“Shit.” Noct lets go of the zipper, his eyes round with alarm. “Sorry! You okay?”

“Yeah,” Prompto whimpers, and carefully tries his lip with the tip of his tongue. The freezing air makes it sting more than it probably would, but he doesn’t taste blood, so it can’t be that bad. Still, he doesn’t protest when Noct presses his thumb to the sore spot, tracing it with a soft, warm touch.

And then, he covers it with his own lips, and it dawns on Prompto that maybe all this time Noct has known exactly what he’s been doing, and what it was doing to him.

“All good?” Noct whispers into the small space when they finally part.

“Best I’ve ever been.” Prompto grins, wide and incredulous. It tugs at the cut and makes it prickle again, but he couldn’t care less now.

He just leans back in to kiss it better.

[morvantmortuary]

I posted 2,470 times in 2022

That's 1,721 more posts than 2021!

223 posts created (9%)

2,247 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@spectrologie

@marypsue

@paranormalyyourz

@spookyloop

@somethingthatsaysbubbles

I tagged 1,655 of my posts in 2022

Only 33% of my posts had no tags

#maxi vibes - 322 posts

#nice people - 210 posts

#rora vibes - 209 posts

#hector vibes - 184 posts

#the morvants and their readers - 122 posts

#morvant mortuary - 118 posts

#and then rarae says - 101 posts

#general morvant vibes tbh - 100 posts

#greymoon vibes - 71 posts

#maxi morvant - 65 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i cannot tell you how bad i want the hearse or the mustang to pull up in my parents’ driveway rn and be like ‘get in we’re bustin’ you out’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

Maxi Morvant x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ 

Epilogue for the October Arc

summary: after the events of Halloween, you and Maxi get used to a new normal. Hector makes an unsettling discovery and then an interesting one. Rora is plotting something.

warnings: description of a panic attack, mentions of death/funerals, some minor stalking but it’s fine. Things don’t get gory and/or sexy until pt. II.

general: *facedesk* I meant to have this up before Xmas, and now it’s nine days until Valentine’s Day. I think I’m going to just do my best not to tie chapters to holidays anymore, bc we’ve seen how that goes :’D though I’m absolutely still planning some shorter things for V Day don’t get me wrong

so this is maybe... less an epilogue, and more a setting up of Arc II, because more questions developed here than maybe got answered. But I’ve been looking forward to sharing it with y’all for a while, and can’t wait to see what y’all think!

as you can guess, it’s posted in two parts bc it’s Long :’D longer than spellbound (reprise) bc apparently I can’t shut up

okay, enough of me, here we go! thanks for your patience, as always!!

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32 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#4

For the smut prompts: Maxi with 69 please?

“I’ll take care of you.”

Oh man, Sarah. I had entirely too much fun with this. I had no idea this little phrase would set off my brain this way.

to discover us would be fatal -

(18+, nsf tumblr/ios/apple below. the closest thing to dark!maxi I’ve ever gotten. established daddy kink, breeding kink if you squint. oral (afab receiving), bondage, blindfolding, knife kink, blood kink, fluids eating, remote vibrator, murder. reader definitely gets off while maxi’s torturing the latest offering to the House. dead dove do not eat, I am not even remotely fucking around with this one.)

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38 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#3

So remember when I said I couldn’t draw? I really meant it :’D

If you’re seeing this, it means it just turned midnight my time, and we’re officially in the New Year. Thank you so, so, so much to everyone who’s been kind enough to stick around since I started writing this on a lark. I know this isn’t everybody, but I went through my followers list trying to find first names of the people I see interacting with my posts a lot. Please know I definitely try to make a point to know all of you, even if I’m not super chatty most of the time, and I have probably likely mentioned you to my mom at least once lmao.

I was just telling my friends that I write with that I really didn’t expect this to get as far as it did — when I introduced Maxi on the noctes blog, I thought he might be a weird little OC who popped up every now and again for my own amusement more than anything else. But you guys were so kind and supportive from the jump, I’ve not only finished an entire arc I didn’t know I was going to write in the first place, I’m planning on editing it and revising it to be an actual manuscript that I try to query while I work on Hector’s arc here :’D I don’t totally know how that’s going to go yet, and I’ll be sure to keep you guys posted, but I know I absolutely wouldn’t be here without all of y’all. 🖤

It’s been a real honor and a pleasure getting to know all of you this year, and I appreciate every single bit of feedback and enthusiasm you’ve all been kind enough to share with me. For real. I know how hard that is to come by, especially for fic that’s entirely comprised of OCs, so please don’t think I take any of it for granted whatsoever. We may be a fairly small blog, but this is still one of the largest projects I’ve tackled on a whim, and I’m excited to see where else it will go, so long as there’s someone still willing to come with. 🖤

I owe you guys the world, and while I don’t want to jinx anything, I hope all of us get the lucky break we need this year. I know I really did with all of you. ����

Sending huge hugs and well-wishes all around, and I look forward to sharing this year with all of you, no matter what it brings. ✨

Cheers from me and the Morvants dead and living, we love each and all of y’all. 🥂♥️

39 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

Maxi my love & 29 and/or 47 🥺🥺🥺🥺

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”/“Are you holding back? Don’t.”

nonny, I am. so, so incredibly sorry it took this long. I’m sure you’ve entirely forgotten you sent this in by now, and for that, I totally understand. :’D but you will see, hopefully, why it took me a while to finish. I think this thing was 15k when I finally cut it off, and I was deeply tempted to go on.

so! when I say these two lines got in my head, I mean I took them and I ran a whole usian football field with them. I hope y’all like it, bc I certainly enjoyed myself writing it. I meant to have it up for Pride month, but alas, the best laid plans ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ here’s hoping you’ll find it just as queer now.

let me dirty up your mind (18+, mdni) --

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43 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Morvant Mortuary, Vol. I: Final Them. (The October Arc)

Maxi Morvant (male slasher/necromancer OC) x genderqueer/non-binary & plus-sized Reader, 18+ (minors dni.)

Does it look like I’m afraid of you?

chapters:

tear you apart 

hunt you down (eat you alive)

a notification on Maxi’s phone at 3 am (Enter Hector)

jane doe (Enter Rora)

spellbound

lovesong (pt. I) 

lovesong (pt. II) 

bad moon rising (Enter Pierre, Enter Vincent)

bury us alive

you play the game, you’ll never win

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. I)

and the dead start to dance in their masquerade (pt. II) (Enter the Grey Man.)

spellbound (reprise) pt. I

spellbound (reprise) pt. II

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. I)

and absolutely no one’s dead (pt. II)

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49 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Awww, this was fun! Thanks everyone who’s been part of our year, and @illegalcerebral for being kind enough to tag us!! 🥰

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[painedprince]

"Nah, I was always pretty sure I wasn't marriage material." Prompto snorted. "I don't know, I never expected the whole... falling in love thing? Serious relationship stuff? Sounded scary." And as much as he might laugh about that after the fact, it was true back then. He couldn't help but wince a little bit at the mention of the arranged marriage, choosing to let the subject slide past. "I mean, there's a lot I want to keep just for myself, but... wouldn't mind the world knowing I'm married to the world's hottest fisherman."

Cackling at his own words as much as Noct's, he gave up on conversation altogether and moved in for a long kiss. "I love you, too. Because you are at least equal in dorkness." Okay, they should get up and do things soon but... maybe lounging around and kissing a little bit longer was fine. Good, even.

"What!?" Noctis gasped. "Not marriage material? But you're so cute! And thoughtful and funny and just overall the best. You know that, right?" He had to have. He said yes, didn't he? "I mean I think I used to think it was nice before the whole. Uh. Realization set in that I might not get a choice about it... Oh- Yes! I am the world's hottest fisherman." It seemed it was easier to agree to compliments when they were fishing related.

"Mmmm... but you're way dorkier."

[amalia-uwu]

Serena Nocte

Undertale by Toby Fox

Art by fudgelling-away

Drabble by me

✨🌃✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃

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You had finished your night routine.

You walked towards the bed room. Wearing a forest green night gown with lace at the bottom and around the neck.

You were also wearing a viridian silk robe with lace on the sleeves.

Your hair tied in a messy bun.

You noticed Sans laying on bed.

He had his back turned to you. He was wearing nothing but his shorts.

You loved these shorts, the pun on them was thrilling.

However as much as you wanted to make him scream, you decided not to, today.

The candles by the window illuminated his bones softly.

You took a moment and looked at his bones.

His pearl bones were so beautiful.

He is so handsome.

Many people asked you. What was it? That you liked it him?

There were far more attractive men out there than him.

What was it that captivated you?

You smiled and always replied that in your eyes he is the most handsome man.

In your eyes he is beautiful.

Short, Stout, Sturdy, Perfect. You were in love with his personality; funny, shy, protective, kind and many more...

Besides, the outside beauty withers in time, while the internal beauty is eternal. The internal beauty doesn't wither in time..

The way he looked at you, touched you, took care of you, his behavior drove you insane!

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You couldn't sleep anyway, so you just sat by the window a little, looking at the beauty of the night. Such a calm night.

The moon was crescent, the stars accompanied it, shining like small pearls of light in the darkness of the night.

The sea was calm. You could hear the waves brushing the coast softly.

You heard some owls, birds and cicadas.

You sighed softly.

You shouldn't had drunk that coffee.. Now, look at you looking like a vampire.

You looked at Sans's books. Hm..

It wouldn't hurt to take one now, would it? Maybe it could help you sleep.

You carefully walked over the small library you had at the room and looked at your choices.

Heh, there were so many books, both yours and his.

His books were mostly physics, astrophysics; stuff related to science. Oh, the things you learned from him.

You found one with constellations. You carefully took it in your hands and walked towards the window.

You sat close by. The candles and the soft moonlight illuminating your face.

You began searching the constellations.

You found some in the sky and read about them....But...

...It's not so fun when Sans's isn't next to you, holding you and explaining them to you...

... Hm...?

Hm. Not a bad idea; maybe you can do that tomorrow. You'll ask him in the morning.

You were looking out of the window, lost in thoughts; when you heard mumbling, rattling and murmurs.

You looked behind you to see Sans shivering. His once peaceful face had scrunched and looked troubled. He curled up like an infant.

... You got up and took blankets. You took a warm bedsheet and gently put it above him.

Then, some blankets, green and blue in colors. You carefully laid down next to him you put your hand on the front of his sternum and brought him closer.

Your silk clothes gently caressed his naked bones. He turned around and you tucked him under you.

You wrapped him in your embrace.

You brought the blanket up to his mandible. You rested your chin on his skull.

He came closer to you.

After some minutes, his bones stopped rattling.

He murmured something inaudible in his sleep but, soon stopped. He sighed contently.

There was silence for some time until you heard his soft snoring. You pressed a soft kiss on his frontal bone and rested your face on his skull.

You made sure to leave his nasal cavity uncovered.

... Can even skeletons suffocate?

Okay, he needs to give you skeleton anatomy classes again.

It took you some more minutes but eventually you closed your eyes.

The sounds of Sans's soft snoring, the waves, the cicadas lulled you to sleep.

You fell asleep cuddling your skeleton boyfriend! You sighed contently.

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The end! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

Sans fell asleep while waiting for you to come to bed. Now why would you keep him waiting for so long? Shame on you. He's getting cold, what will you do?

*Wrap him in a blanket, nice and fluffy. *Cuddle your poor skelly. Kiss kiss. *Pounce on him like a starving beast tsk tsk, be nice, he's asleep!

[writtenxbeginnings]

"You're not dreaming. That's the point." He pinched his arm and- Oh, right. "...Maybe you should drink some water. Sober up. I mean. I don't know if that would help. It kinda... hurts. That you won't believe me. That you think I'd lie to you or that I wouldn't- I mean. I've loved you this whole time, Prom..."

Answering Ask for @painedprince

The pinch made him jump just a little, eyes going wide as he raised his hand to rub at his arm. "Okay ow, that was rude, you chocobo hater." A glare was thrown in Nocts' general direction, before he let his hand fall back down towards his lap. "Yes, I think I need to sober up. Or sleep, what time even is it?" Prompto knew that when he had made it to the apartment it was around eleven, and that was a few beers ago. He raised his hand, giving the raven-haired man a salute. "Give me three hours and then I'll believe you."

[stonecoldmeme]

"I went to this awful place where people like, had to pay money for housing?? Anyway- I found a nice shirt for you." Presents a hawaiian shirt with chocobos on it instead of flowers.

"Ew, why is there even a place like that?" Okay, maybe that sounded a little judgmental and he should apologize, but... he really didn't think so.

Discomfort over the idea was forgotten in favor of clapping his hands together. "Oh Noct, you really didn't need to--" He didn't! Really! Gifts weren't necessary!

But he'd seen the print, and. "Actually, no, you totally had to, thank you Noct." Not that there was much of an opportunity to respond when he crushed the shirt between them with a hug. "You want me to wear it now? I will!"

[gingerel]

The hotel room door snaps shut as Ignis and Gladio leave. Prompto turns his face into the pillow and groans.

He’s not in any pain — not anymore. The three potions he went through today saw to that just fine.

Three. Three. In one day. Prompto is supposed to be getting better at this, not stagnating, not backsliding. Ignis told him it didn’t matter, Gladio needed healing today too, it’s nothing to worry about — but he knows that isn’t true.

They warned him it would be tough. Cor outright told him they wouldn’t normally send someone so green out into the field for this long.

Prompto wanted to help, but all he’s really doing is hindering.

Prompto’s just a normal guy. He never intended to be anything other than that, never really thought he would have to be, beyond figuring out who he wanted to be before becoming friends with Noctis.

When the door opens back up Prompto doesn’t move. It can only be Noctis, Ignis and Gladio were stepping out to top up their supplies and there’s no way they can be done yet. The bed shifts, dipping as Noct sits on the edge and Prompto slides a little towards him.

 “I didn’t have as much change as I thought,” Noctis murmurs, like they’re in the middle of a conversation. “I could only get one.” There’s a tell-tale crack, followed by a fizzle that indicates a soda can opening. Noct’s first sip is noisy — the can clinks as Noct sets it down on the little table between the two beds.

The soda is cold, Prompto can tell from the chill of Noct’s fingers as they slide against his back, right under his shirt and against bare skin — because of course he does.

“You’re warm,” Noctis says, humming appreciatively. Prompto doesn’t respond. After a full minute of silence, Noctis sighs. “Okay, what are you sulking about?”

“I’m not sulking,” Prompto defends himself, though it’s a lie.

“Prom,” Noctis urges, pushing at his side to get him to roll over. At first, Prompto simply ignore him, but he keeps doing it, prodding, and poking and tickling until he becomes so annoying it’s easier to roll over and face this than lie there and take it. He glares up at Noct though, just so he knows he’s an annoying brat.

“What happened?” Noctis asks. Prompto’s glare deepens.

“You know what happened?”

Noctis blinks, frowning himself as his eyes flit over Prompto’s face like he’s searching for visible clues.

“I — messed up?” Noctis offers.

Prompto sits up, rockets forward so suddenly he almost bumps their heads together.

“I messed up,” Prompto corrects. “Today, when we were fighting.”

“When?” Noctis blurts.

“Constantly,” Prompto mutters. “Every time — Gladio and Ignis have had to go out to buy back all the potions I used.”

“We all needed stuff today,” Noctis says. “We bit off more than we could chew — it happens. I’m just sorry you got hurt.” His palms chafe up and down Prompto’s bare arms, his expression sufficiently despondent it kind of takes the wind out of Prompto’s sails.

 “I’m not ready to be here,” Prompto whispers. He means to say more but Noct snorts, leaning away enough to retrieve his soda.

“None of us are read to be here,” Noct says bitterly. He takes a hearty gulp before pressing the can into Prompto’s grip. He doesn’t take a drink himself, just stares down at the generic can and flicks the tab with his thumb.

Noctis drags the backs of his fingers over Prompto’s cheekbone, lets him look away without forcing his attention, lets him be quiet if he needs it.

���I thought we cleared this up just after we set out?” Noctis says. Prompto glances up a little nervously, only staying calm because Noct’s still gently petting him. “You’re doing great, you deserve to be here.”

Prompto sniff. “Maybe.”

“No maybe,” Noctis says. “Definitely.”

“But —”

“Prince’s decree.”

Neither of them points out he’s technically the King now. They should work on fixing one bad mood at a time.

“You really abuse that power,” Prompto mumbles. He finally lifts up the can, presses the cool metal to his bottom lip and lets the drink flood his mouth. The expected cherry flavour never comes, instead the sweet-sharp fizz of lemon-lime.

“Were they out of cherry?” Prompto asks.

“Huh? No, I told you — I only had change for one,” Noctis explains. He grins, tugging on a lock of Prompto’s hair. “You don’t listen to a thing I say, do you?”

Prompto lets himself lean forward, hiding away in the curve of Noctis’ throat. He feels the need to apologise again, even though that’s stupid. Noctis curls his arms around Prompto’s back, nuzzling Prompto’s ear.

“Can we have a nap?” Noctis asks quietly. “Until Ignis and Gladio come back.”

Prompto smiles, mouth stretching against Noct’s skin.

“Sure thing, bud,” Prompto agrees.

Ignis always says things seem better when you sleep on them.

[stonecoldmeme]

Oh. Oh no.

Uh-oh was not a strong enough phrase for what had begun unfolding. Noct and Luna weren't even a minute out the door when--

Okay! Deep breath, count. Breath our, count. It was okay, he was okay, Novus was okay. Right, then. He'd assured Noctis he could handle this, and he was sure he could! Just...

A little less sure than he'd been... a minute ago. No big, growing pains or whatever, it was fine.

Crouching on the carpet a few feet away, he tried to wait out the worst and the loudest of the screaming and crying with patience. He was just a kid, right? Experiencing things for the first time and all that. It was probably scary! "Ah geez, little guy, it's okay. They won't be gone forever, right?"

But what to... do. There had to be something to do. Something that wasn't bribery with sugary foods, Luna had been very clear on that. Prompto was still tempted, though.

"Did you... wanna play with a toy or something..?" That would work, right? "Blocks or trucks or a plushie maybe?" He was fully prepared to go bring everything he could find to the kid immediately if he had to.

Babysit! @stonecoldmeme

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Being two and a half already had its own personal challenges. Walking, speaking, the works. It was a whole new world to discover on a daily basis and tonight was no exception. Novus was playing when he suddenly felt two distracting kisses placed on top of his head from both parents which diverted his attention toward the door as the Prince overheard footsteps receding watching as they left. Where were they going?

"Mommy? Daddy?" he called out as he stood up and followed toddling after them. They were normally home all the time so why were they leaving him like this? Gazing up at the golden colored knob, Novus reached for it even if his fingers couldn't reach the bottom of the item. Only a quarter of the way up the door. He could feel anxiety building. Why wasn't it opening? Why was he trapped in here all by himself?

Separation anxiety began to take hold. "Mommy! Back!" he cried as he stood for a few moments before realizing his efforts weren't working so he sat instead to take a break giving the door a light kick in frustration. "Daddy back!" In the midst of his crying tantrum though he did notice one thing as he looked around.

Prompto. What was he doing here? Novus didn't want him. He wanted his parents. "N-No Pompto!" he sobbed. If he was here to take pictures as he often did then the blond had another thing coming. Lying facedown on the floor, Novus began yelling into the carpet occasionally kicking his legs. Maybe after all the yelling he'd done they'd have heard him and returned by now?