#avindicta

[paenitentiia]

⚕┊ @avindicta ; www

that smirk. oh how she loathed it at first, always annoyed at his smugness and petty provocations, dreaming of the day she could wipe it off of his stupid face. and yet, it ended up being her downfall, somehow — Prisca came to love it more than she cared to admit. ❝ Oh, really? I’d like to see that. ❞ she too could play the teasing card, her smile widening, just enough to show how she missed that, too.

and suddenly, she’s taken aback. for a fleeting moment, she stood there, silent, a small laugh soon escaping her lips.  ❝ You sure you’re alright? No fever? What did you do to the real Tredd Furia? ❞ there was something fluttering in her chest, warm and soft, prompting her to avert her gaze briefly, biting her lips.  ❝ I wasn’t expecting that. ❞ the chuckle was almost sheepish, yet she couldn’t let him pick up that fact : he would never let her live it down. ❝ It’s a date, then. What’s the plan, hm? ❞ and just like that, the nurse was beside him, holding his arm — perhaps with too much eagerness in the gesture, betraying her longing for his touch.

[youngrevolutionary]

I GOT HERE IN THE PERFECT TIME?? HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LOVELY PERSON YOU.

YASSSS JUST IN TIME! BEST TIME! YES YES GOOD GOOD!!! THANK YOU EQUALLY LOVELY PERSON ILY *SMOOCHES AT YOU AND TREDD*

[pelnaxkhara]

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i c u furia

[altruria-archived]

                                                    There’s blood on these hands                                                    And no matter how much I scrub                                                             It will never go away

                                      indie tredd furia from final fantasy xv kingsglaive                                                                                                                 // personal do not reblog

[slaindivinity-blog]

🔥 for somethin' ffxv related.

nicole, but salty. accepting.

every time someone talks about how gladio was in the wrong during the train scene and he had no right to bring up luna’s death or ignis’s blinding or to upset poor grieving noctis, they owe me fifty dollars and a personal apology. noctis was so consumed by grief and self pity he could not see what he was doing and had done to his team. gladio had every right. 

on a similar note, every time someone reduces gladio to a hunky piece of man meat + cup noodles + anger issues, they owe me fifty dollars and a personal apology. or every time they call iggy the mom. or every time they talk shit about luna in general. 

[angelic-din-mortem]

avindicta Dear sir, chill. XDDD

“Don’t know what I did to deserve this, than again, I don’t think I want to know.”

[captaindrautos]

*Titus silently puts up a hand up to high five Pelna for that Tredd Burn™*

[tacitbetrayal]

@pelnaxkhara @sxnitusbellum @avindicta @captaindrautos because of this 

    ‘Alright so the captain knows we’re all gonna fake our deaths now--’ Axis stop signing right goddamn now.

[castitatli-archived]

                        day in and day out, she’s most likely working within the infirmary, tending to comrades for various injuries and illnesses. despite physical prowess, albeit on the weaker spectrum, her healing skills are considered spectacular so, with special recommendation, she’s stationed within the walls to help more there. as a result, she’s seen many of her friends come in and out, wanting to help them with anything they should have. 

                        there’s one in particular whom fits the exception, considering his stubborn nature, so he’s rarely in here to be treated. seeing him coming in here, in general, is a surprise, but welcomed, and when he comes in this particular day she’s just finished with cleaning everything for the afternoon. her face immediately lights up with a delighted expression, even after he stops a few feet from where she’s at.  ❝ Well, look who came in to see me. It’s good to see you, Tredd. ❞

                                     // @avindicta

[platinumgrimoire]

; A Gift

@avindicta

“ —— !! “

ain’t so nice just shovin’ somethin’ to his face , a cat no fricking less. but he takes a good look at it — hearin’ it purr & starin’ back at’em with those googly eyes. damn , don’t admit it — don’t admit it — ah , screw it. it’s too damn cute. got its’ lil paws dabbin’ at’em & he’s tryin’ hard not to pet it — kinda scared he might hurt the fragile thing by doing so , instead keeps his eyes to it like a hawk& says a thing or two to hide the fact it’s captivated him.

“ What’re you doin’ with that thing — “

The brunette felt her lips loosen from their pursed position as she grinned at him now. The kitten was lowered, and it mewled in the woman’s hands. It’s purrs were still audible, much like a motorboat, despite it’s smaller size. It was probably about twelve weeks old, so it was old enough to be taken from it’s mother. The brunette simply grinned in response.

“Well, you seemed like you’d be good with animals.”

It was a simple enough reason, and not really the whole truth either. He had looked lonely and she thought that keeping a creature like this might be helpful for him. Ah well, if he didn’t want it, she could probably keep it.

“If you don’t want it, I suppose I can keep her.”

The brunette responded idly as she continued to run her fingers along the creature’s fur.

“Do you want to hold her?”

[arnulfas-legacy]

@avindicta:

quite a question , ain’t it ? this Glaive’s high priced , arrogance goes a long way , after all. but hey , he’d fake it till he makes it with faux curiosity , as if he’d consider it anyway — puts a lil emotion in those words too. who knows —could be fun. he’s got nothing better else to do. “ Depends on who’s askin’ — and with what ?   “ 

“Does it really matter who?” she countered, arms folding over the battle-scarred leather breastplate. “As for what, I’m trying to figure out how to get out of this place. So think you can help, or should I go elsewhere?”

[inanis-sanguine-blog]

Nightly affairs

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Company parties rarely host at the palace, but it is not so strange, when the sponsor for the latest line is royalty in the first place. On account of this evening he dons a silk drape tunic, deep blue with filigree details along the v-neck cut. His black trousers fit the frame of his lower half, dipping a fraction below his tail for comfort. Meanwhile his shoes match his shirt in colour, the material a flattering leather finish. An appropriate dress code built by his designer, if only to appeal to potential buyers of the clothing. Any models present are practically live mannequins wandering the main hall. 

Sasha is not overfond of business bound festivities. If anything they serve a bountiful feast, so long as he remains diligent about who he targets. He indulges idle conversations with curious patrons, occasionally observing one particular glaive. They seem a stoic sort from mere glance, though he understands why. Placing one’s life on the line nigh daily is bound to harden the spirit. He finds peace glimpsing such individuals at a gathering full of battle bare humans. 

Eventually he escapes the probing questions regarding his tail, his ears, his everything, and approaches the man which initially caught his eye. He greets them with a sweet smile, but maintains a polite distance. 

“Watching such soft folk must be tiresome..” 

[youngrevolutionary]

@avindicta started following you

"Heard you go off earlier today. You know I'm not too keen on being called a rat. They're filthy creatures. But... that said... the thing about rats is they're neither good or evil. A rat will do what a rat has to in order to survive..."

Slides a beer over to Tredd, leans in to keep his voice low so the rest of the bar can't hear them. With a shrug, Seifer tilts back his own bottle -- "So here's to that,” Fellow rat, “--Survival, I mean. Whatever it takes."  

[royalcerulean]

† W a n t e d L i s t : @avindicta

     “Huh,” a chuckle sounded from the male at the sight of the other. “Another one of these getups?” Not long ago Nero had met someone who had very similar clothing and now here’s another one. Popping up like daisies. “I don’t know where the hell you all are comin’ from, but you’re in Fortuna territory,” The gleaming sword that usually rests upon Nero’s back was in hands, the tip of it cast downward-- for now.

     “Do me a sweet favor and state your business, sir.”

[altruria-archived]

“ No, no, no, don’t die on me! ” 👀

prisca died and it’s all your fault (slow but always accepting ) || @avindicta

blood was blooming in crimson petals on her white dress — a view far too pretty to be a harbinger of pain and death. she knew that feeling already, the cold and the haziness of her surrounding, the overwhelming pain. she knew how death felt (how many people could say the same?) but found no comfort in it. 

dark brown eyes stared at him, gleaming with tears and never looking away. there was pain in those eyes, but also anger and sadness alike, too many contradicting feelings making her heart heavy in her chest. she knew she had to let it go, that it was too late anyway. she wished things had gone differently, that she would’ve been less blind, perhaps. oh she was angry — so angry at herself for that.

❝I don’t hate you.❞ her voice was frail, a murmur that only he could hear, close as he was, clinging to her weakening form like it would stop her from slipping away. she could never hate him ; she tried, oh astrals knew she tried. when she learned he was a traitor, and again when she saw him, unable to deny the truth anymore. but she couldn’t. ❝—so don’t hate yourself.❞ she couldn’t bear the thought.

she was cold and dizzy, breathing burning her throat and making it hard to talk. but it was too soon and she still had some fight in her, enough to bring her crimson stained finger to his cheek, caressing his skin gently. and if words were hard to form, she could still act at least — a desperate kiss tasting like regrets, salt and iron, quivering lips searching for his again and again. all while he was pleading her not to leave him, not like that, wracked with guilt and grief, so unlike the man she knew — or at least thought she did.

soon her grip on his shoulder faltered, a too heavy head finding solace in the crook of his neck. too much pain to move again, her consciousness slowly drifting away — it was time to let go, she couldn’t fight it anymore. ❝I love you, Tredd. I—❞ a sentence that never came to its end, words dying before her lips.

no more pain, no more sorrow. only nothingness.

[collectivxminds-blog]

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// Nyx //

“For hearth and home, right?” Nyx shrugged, starting to unbuckle his armor. He’d risked himself again to save Libertus’ ass, haven gotten away with a gash across his cheek. Sure, it was a dumb move that could’ve gotten him killed, but that didn’t matter. His life didn’t matter in those cases.

“I’ve had worse, a cut isn’t going to kill me.”