#i actually fucking lobe him sm sm sm sm

[pois0n-appl3]

ladies and gentleman my first carl edit

I HEART CAAAAAAAAAAAARLLLLL

CAAAARAARRALRLRLRLL

i lobe u carl...

[violettkoala]

This is going to be long as hell because I need to rant lol.

I've been trying to think why this whole situation with Riize is stressing me so much since I didn't really ever considered myself a briize, and the conclusion is that is it unfair. The whole thing is too unfair.

I truly believe Sunghan won't come back. I would be happy as hell if he did but given how fucking psychotic and batshit crazy those OT6 k-briizes are, I don't see how he would want to come back to that environment. Even if the rest of the members want him to come back, which I am sure they do.

I now truly believe that that pussy ass bitch of a company that is SM never intended for him to return and decided to announce his return as a distraction from what is happening with T**il and they just wanted to see if the Korean fans would complain or not. And as soon as they started complaining, they made him leave the group. The fact that the members were clearly excited for Sunghan to return, and the fact that everyone could see how distressed they were at the airport. It hurts. And I genuinely don't know how any of the 7 members will heal from this and trust those so-called "fans".

Sadly SM, and other companies tbh, don't care about international fans, they never did, and they never will. They just see us as a way to make more money. So as happy as I am to see all the international fans, not only briizes but K-pop fans in general, demanding his return. I don't think it will ever happen.

At least Seunghan can somewhat move on from this and heal. But the other members, knowing that they have to deal with that fandom that will hunt them down for literally anything they do (I've heard that they are going for Eunseok now for god knows what reason) I actually feel bad for them. Having to see those fans in person and pretend like everything is fine like Seunghan was never part of the group. It is all so fucked up tbh. and the whole reason is that SM is incapable of handling these types of situations, they are so bad at it that it's actually baffling. How they can create the best kpop groups and yet treat them like utter shit, They've done it with every single group they've debuted.

Honestly, the whole kpop in general has become a shitshow and it's not enjoyable anymore.

So yeah, I hope the international fans and the seven members heal from this in some way. But as optimistic as I want to be, I don't think things will get any better.

And for those Korean ot6 stans that were sending death threats to Seunghan, I truly hope that once their frontal lobe fully develops and realize the magnitude of their actions, they will find the nearest wall and hit their head on over and over again.

[junabuggy]

✸- 𝐅𝐍𝐀𝐅: 𝐒𝖾𝖼υ𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝐁𝗋𝖾α𝖼ɦ ɦ𝖼𝗌 -✸

A/n: Fnaf SB in 2025? More likely than you'd think since my new years goal/resolution thingy was to let myself be as autistic as possible LMFAOO (I am OBSESSED with this game again AHHHSBAJANAN!!!!)

Also I fear you can tell who my favourites are reaaalllyyy easily ┓(;´_｀)┏

Warnings: None !!

──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

𝐒υ𐓣ᑯ𝗋ⱺρ -- ❝ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ-ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ, ᴛᴇʟʟ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs, ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ғɪᴢᴢʏ-ғᴀᴢ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴇx-ᴘʟᴏᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴛᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ !! ❞

☀︎✹ He smells like oranges for some reason... nobody really knows why. Not even the people who created him know (◎_◎;)

☀︎✹ It adds to his charm though !!

☀︎✹ He's unhinged as FUCK man

☀︎✹ Stressed daycare worker™

☀︎✹ Just watch this and you'll see 😭 (but tbh how he acts in the game is a good indicator of it anyways)

☀︎✹ Both him and moon are sassy 'n stubborn asf

☀︎✹ He's gentler with the children, though, genuinely does care for them all and keeps all the lil gifts they give him

☀︎✹ Speaking of Moon, I think Sun is just a taaad bit scared of him (hehe ADHD vs Autism)

☀︎✹ Stimstims STIMS!! They're mostly full body ones or the hand flaps

☀︎✹ His rays spin when he's happy !!

☀︎✹ He has a diary that he writes and doodles in with glittery gel pens =^◕⩊◕^=

☀︎✹ Orange cat coded !

☀︎✹ Theatre kid energy......

𝐌ⱺⱺ𐓣ᑯ𝗋ⱺρ -- ❝ ɴɪɢʜᴛʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ.~ ❞

☾༄ He smells like lavender! This however, unlike Sunny, was 100% intentional. Lavender has a calming affect :-3

☾༄ Don't believe me? Well.....: "Its calming scent can help reduce stress and improve sleep" - © 2024 Cleveland Clinic

☾༄ He enjoys mood lighting a LOT

☾༄ Idgaf he has sensory ISSUES 💜

☾༄ "How can a robot have sensory issues?" SHHH.... SHH. Let me be silly. Let me be full of whimsy and joy and project on my fave

☾༄ Mischevious..... he likes to sneak up on security guards after hours and spook them

☾༄ They're still trying to figure out how to keep him in the daycare as his midnight rendezvous have resulted in a lawsuit or two "( – ⌓ – )

☾༄ He lowkey highkey likes it when people are scared of him

☾༄ He's the silliest to ever silly btw, the inventor of shit eating grins and mischievous giggles

☾༄ Veeeerryy black cat coded

☾༄ He can purr (𓁹 𓁹)

𝐆ᥣα𝚖𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝗄 𝐅𝗋𝖾ᑯᑯ𝗒 -- ❝ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sᴜᴘᴇʀsᴛᴀʀ !! ❞

☆⚡︎ He smells like cinnamon and sandalwood, very comforting (。-ω-)zzz

☆⚡︎ The dad friend, always making sure his bandmates and the kiddies who visit the Mega PizzaPlex are alright.

☆⚡︎ Like, to the point it gets annoying (I lobe him sm)

☆⚡︎ Monty and Roxy WORRY the FUCK outta him by the way since they're kinda reckless <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>

☆⚡︎ Genuinely just a really sweet bear who yearns to help and perform on stage for all his fans .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

☆⚡︎ The song "Everyone adores you (at least I do)" is soooooo unbelievably him coded

☆⚡︎ He's literally your biggest and proudest supporter AHHHAJnnqjqjqoak

☆⚡︎ Tells the MOST terrible dad jokes ever. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERIWSE

☆⚡︎ Him and Glam Bonnie were NOT causal 😭

☆⚡︎ "You & me forever and ever ! -Love, Freddy" ....right. 🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨🫵🫵.

𝐆ᥣα𝚖𝗋ⱺ𝖼𝗄 𝐂ɦ𝗂𝖼α -- ❝ ɪ sᴍᴇʟʟ ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ !! ❞

❀༅ She wears Pizza Perfume/J

❀༅ Nah but fr, she probably wears something sweet but subtle

❀༅ Literally the BEST at rollerskating??? HELLO??

❀༅ Even though she eats literal trash I feel like she's kind of particular with how she likes her pizza 😭

❀༅ Pizza is pizza, she'll eat it !! But like.. it needs to be a certain way for her to enjoy it.

❀༅ Girl has standards and PRIORITIES... just odd ones??

❀༅ If she had Twitter, she would have a stan account of some kind... I haven't quite decided of who yet (。「´-ω・)ﾝ？

𝐑ⱺ𝗑α𐓣𐓣𝖾 𝐖ⱺᥣ𝖿 -- ❝ ɪ ʙᴇᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ? ❞

⚠︎✮ She smells like the gold Billie Eilish perfume 10000% (It's what I wear, actually !! It kinda reminds me of her)

⚠︎✮ Do NOT touch her hair it is her pride and joy and she spends hoooours on it

⚠︎✮ perfectionist in every sense of the word... but I think that's obvious ┓(;´_｀)┏

⚠︎✮ I KNOW what she is......

⚠︎✮ Lesbian..... LESBIAN WOLF!!!!! JUST LOOK AT HER!!! She does NOT like men bffr 😭😭

𝐌ⱺ𐓣𝗍𝗀ⱺ𝚖𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝐆α𝗍ⱺ𝗋 -- ❝ ʀᴏᴄᴋ 'ɴ ʀᴏʟʟ ! ❞

⚠︎⚙︎ I don't even know what this guy would smell like

⚠︎⚙︎ Axe body spray, probably 😭

⚠︎⚙︎ I feel like him and Roxy are buddies (I think it's hinted at in the games)

⚠︎⚙︎ Very aggressively supportive of you and 100% defends you if people talk shit behind your back

⚠︎⚙︎ I don't have much to say about him, I think he's cool, very rock 'n roll, but that's it sorry Monty Lovers 😓

[sscarred-starss]

listening to him talk to his cat is so fucking cute and pure for no reason I love it sm... <3 HHHH when he speaks [language spoken where he's from] I ACTUALLY LOSE IT. AAUHHGH. I LOBE SM.

[gorouenjoyer]

Epic birthday post for @lvrboy-inc

(I accidentally posted this shit 5 days earlier and had to restart lmao)

GENDERBENT AZURA AND MARKO FONDLING TITTES LETS GOOOOO

A/N

-there will be w/w shenanigans - nsfw not rlly smut tho - my shitty ass crack writing that actually ended up not as crack as I thought it would? no cause why did I actually cook a little - I was giggling sm while writing this 💀 - minor spoilers for act 4 (just for the set up scenario) - dubcon but uhm that's normal Azura and Marko shit - I'm sorry for how ooc Azura is (and probably Marko but mostly Azura)

-this is just for the torture of my local homo :3

While attempting to drink myself to oblivion in the bathroom this constant nuisance in my life named Marko decides to come bother me.

However things turn out more… intense then I thought it would be.

So now here I am, making out with the pretty girl bitch named Marko while my little boy toy's downstairs, talking to his friends unknowing of what's transpiring right above him.

"Jesus fucking Christ Marko," I gasp as she slides her smooth piercing all around my mouth, exploring every little nook and cranny.

"Hmm, it really seems you're enjoying this," she whispers as I feel little nips at my lower lip.

"N-No I told you, I'm not a les-" I get interrupted by the feel of Markos fingertips grazing my nipple. I stumble back into the tub and fall down "FUCK- damn you." I tried to say with as much confidence I could.

And here, is where I made a grave error. I attempted to get up so Marko wouldn't be...On my lap but while doing that I slipped and...

"Holy shit, you sure you aren't into me?" Marko asks as I fall straight into her tits. No. Fucking. Way. "You have no bra on? AND nipple piercings??" I ask in shock.

You can't blame me for this- this probably got me into MUCH deeper shit then it needed to, BUT.

Marko gasps as I rub her piercing "You have a tongue AND nipple piercing? God you whore." She whimpers at my gentle massaging and occasional flicks of her nipples. "Makoto do you understand how fuck- fucking hypocritical you are?" She asks while leaning ever closer to me, at this point our noses are almost touching

"Fucking touching me like this, I've thought of this way too many times ya know?" I feel her insert her tongue into my mouth once again this time I show no resistance, but god- I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Take off your shit," I hear her whisper in my ear while feeling slight tugs on my shirt, so I oblige.So now she's straddled on top of me, both of us topless.

I don't understand why I'm doing this, I truly don't. I put a nipple in my mouth and suck "Aw, what a good girl-" before letting her continue I pull on her hair, trying not to lose all that's left of my dignity. "Quite a kinky little thing aren't you, that's fine with me," she whispers in my ear grazing my lobe with her teeth.

"A slutty little bitch who sleeps with whoever, whenever-" she pauses for a second "just. for. fun." Each word followed by a small bite and pull of the nipple.

"The only good part about you whoring yourself out like that, is that honestly" a quick pause to lick from my neck down, going across my collarbone ending with small swirls around each nipple. Finally she continued "Honestly, I quite like sluts."

That last sentence sobered me up.

What the fuck am I doing touching another woman like this.

I almost immediately push her away, trying to find sense in everything that just happened.

These bite marks all down my neck, fuck what am I supposed to do? Ali is right downstairs. Fuck it I'll try to make an excuse.

As I hurriedly put my clothing back on, ignoring Markos pleas. I beg a friend of mine to drive me back with the excuse of my period starting.

This was way longer than it was supposed to be...

I'm sorry 😔

[fanfiction-writer-reii]

<3 Genshin Boys Headcanons<3

-Female reader on her period pt2 <3 This is part of this work <3

Warnings: ooc because i suck at this, use of petnames (darling, sweetheart, etc.), Smutty kinda? (in Dottore's part)

Characters: Itto, Albedo, Dottore, Pantalone Genres: Slight nsfw(Note that I'm a minor, if you're uncomfy with that skip Dottore's part please.), Fluff

<3Itto:

AAAAAHHH I LOVE THIS MANS VIBE SM×33

He calls himself ,,Itto The Only One Who Can Beat Your Period Pain''

He's a bit scared of you when you're on your period, do you blame him? YOU ALMOST ATE HIM ALIVE WHEN HE TOLD YOU THAT IT'S MIDNIGHT AND HE WON'T BE ABLE TO GET YOU TRICOLOR DANGO.

,,Sweetheart it's midnight where do you think they're gonna have open?'' Poor Itto said before you threw another pillow on him.

As soon as he can he buys you so much of it that you're not eating lunch after that-

This man is the best in cuddling fr<3 If you're going trough big pains he tries his best to get heating pad for you (I don't mean that electric)

If he doesn't find anything and you're still not feeling better he cuddles up to you in bed <3

He's such a dork, who wouldn't love him<3

<3Albedo:

Not surprised with your behavior at all.

Again somebody who knows more abt it than you.

He's sweet, trying whatever he can to help you <3

He lobes it when you ask him to cuddle you, because he would never ask himself.

He's always is careful with you it hurts :')

<3Dottore:

THIS MAN HAS ME IN HIS GRAB BARKING, DROOLING OH MY

Okay ehm.

I think he's not much of a touchy touchy type, BUT ACTUALLY HE SECRETLY IS

Also knows a lot about it- So he definitely knows what to do and what not to do.

There are some things he chose to ignore, like the fact that you at first didn't like the idea of period sex unlike him. He definitely is good at it tho.

When he first told you that it will ease the symptoms and you didn't believe him BUT DAMN. He helped you a lot <3

,,See? I told you it will help you Sweetheart and you didn't believe me'' You were moaning which didn't bother him much, in fact. It was you proving his fact.

You weren't even so bratty after it which busted his ego even more.

Not only that he helps you with your pain like this, if you please REALLY nicely he will cuddle with you. But only if you're good enough<3

<3Pantalone:

Another man than has me in his grasp fr fr <3

Even though he is almost always busy he makes time for you on your period :')))

He is gentle with you, he does not push you into anything. Much.

Unlike Dottore he doesn't believe that period sex could help you, but maybe he could try it sometime <3

Buys you A LOT of things. If this man doesn't deserve to be called sugar daddy, then nobody does <3

Of course this sweet version doesn't lasts too long, because if you really decide to be a brat he might try Dottores method.

,,When i see the fucked out face you're making darling i think it was not the worst idea'' He chuckles behind you, while you're trying your best taking him.

Authors Note:

If you liked this and you want more headcanons you can always write a request <3

[artemisfowl-chaos]

The Fowl Twins #3

HOLY SHIT so my pre-order copy arrived today and i read it! so here are some random thoughts, in no particular order - MAJOR spoilers ahead, so read at your own risk

so like let’s start with

MINERVA

Eoin fORGOT HOW TO SPELL HER LAST NAME

it was “Paradizo” but for some reason in the new book it’s “Paradiso”

she’s also a redhead now? i swear she was a blonde? idk i guess she must have dyed her hair

also she has GNOMMISH TATTOOS which i love sm

she runs a smuggling ring with a bunch of fairies

she hates the LEP lol

she and Artemis were “an item” briefly

then she dated A FAIRY and had a DAUGHTER

(this fairy is referred to only as her “partner” so like. wlw!minerva)

(also apparently Root married a human? the quote is “the legendary villain Turnball Root’s own brother’s partner had been a human” so uhh okay then)

oh and Minerva is pissed about how she comes across “like a supporting character to the great Artemis Fowl” in TLC which i love

she hates the LEP so much i love her

anyway

MYLES IS SO AUTISTIC-CODED IT’S NOT EVEN CODING ANYMORE

like these two quotes

basically for context, Lazuli falls asleep and accidentally heals him and one thing she heals is his anxiety

“So I urgently need to speak with Lazuli before she randomly cures me of something else that is not an illness.”

“his frontal lobe became purely his own once more - something even Lazuli’s magic had not been able to heal, as it was not an illness, exactly”

like that’s just- THE AUTISTIC VIBES

Myles Fowl is autistic and y’all can fight me on this

also! he gets magic! and it’s BAD I DO NOT LIKE IT AT ALL

he is?? a dwarf?? apparently??

his jaw unhinges, he does the *fart thing*

like what the fuck

oh and speaking of “what the fuck”

BECKETT?? MARRIES?? A GHOST?? FROM THE 1900s??

yes okay it’s totally a platonic marriage (he is 12!) and also Because Myles Has A Plan

but uhh

although i do love their friendship! the ghost’s name is Daphne, Daff for short and she’s AMAZING

i love how this book really shows how smart Beckett actually is

he’s so overlooked by everyone but HE DOES SMART SHIT

oh fuck but uhh

WHISTLE BLOWER DIES 😭😭😭😭😭😭

(Myles is planning to clone him tho)

oh my fucking god the EPILOGUE

it starts with this quote

“Ho Chi Minh City in the summer. Sweltering by anyone’s standards. Myles Fowl would not have been willing to put up with such discomfort had not something extremely important been at stake. Important to his plan. Well, one of the plans.”

we find out who Lazuli’s mother is!

IT’S THE SPRITE

FROM THE FIRST BOOK

THE ONE WHO GIVES ARTEMIS THE BOOK

SHE’S LAZULI’S MOTHER

AND ALSO A WARLOCK

oh and we finally get to meet another Fowl!

the twins’ Uncle Foxy

he seems cool

he’s willing to lie to Angeline on the twins’ behalf (if they pay him)

oh my god they turned Holly into a RULE-FOLLOWER

apparently she’s strict and by-the-book

no i do not believe this

she’s HOLLY SHORT

she doesn’t FOLLOW RULES

(she doesn’t actually appear but Lazuli mentions her a few times)

oh yeah and did i mention GHOSTS EXIST

it’s like a major plot point

Myles creates a solution that lets people see ghosts

Lord Teddy basically murdered his entire family

so their ghosts help the twins + Lazuli to fight him

also Angeline has a contact in the Kremlin

which i love

(it raises so many questions about Angeline's backstory tho-)

but yeah!

those are my thoughts!

(i might do another post with my fav quotes later)

overall i think it's a really good book

it adds to the world building in Eoin's usual chaotic way

like ghosts? so much potential for more ghost villains at some point

tldr?

Minerva is a wlw icon and I love her

Myles is autistic and you can't convince me otherwise

WHY IS MYLES A DWARF NOW I DON'T UNDERSTAND

Beckett gets platonic-married to a ghost??

THE SPRITE FROM THE FIRST BOOK IS LAZULI'S MOTHER

ghosts. I want more ghosts. Now that we know ghosts canonically exist I want CONTENT

[inkykeiji]

Clari my love I hope you are well 💖

First and foremost, how are you doing? How has your week been? Whatever is happening I hope you are doing well and if you are not then I am very sorry to hear that but I hope things get better for you <3

The dark academia au has been giving me life honestly and has re sparked my thirsting for keigo - my love for dabi is always there but I go through stages of finding other anime men attractive, it’s like a cycle of simping

Of course I must say that the professor keigo piece you wrote was amazing and I loved it sm it just was ugh everything <3

On more personal life topic the weather has been rlly nice here recently so been going on some cute lil picnics with friends and nice lil evening walks with my man so feeling pretty good atm - oh also I watched midsommar for the first time the other evening and I actually really enjoyed it, idk if you’ve seen it but I know you love films so I guess I’m making an assumption but either way it wasn’t bad - not a fave but not awful, was freaky but I guess that’s just ari asters vibe

I haven’t really got any plans for the rest of the week, oH actually slight lie I might be getting another ear piercing soon - I have a couple cartilage and my first and second lobes done so I was thinking of maybe getting another but I am just contemplating it, other than that I am just working and reading most days now <3

Anyways as always this was a bit of ramble but I guess that’s just my only way of communicating, I hope your day has been great and that you are taking care of yourself <3 I am sending all my love and hugs to you always <333-🍯

hehehe hi honey babie <333

OOF this week was A Week lmao :( i’m super duper allergic to mosquito bites and was unfortunate enough to get bit by one on my ankle while hiking this week, so i’ve been dealing with that, but thankfully the swelling has begun to go down and it’s on it’s way to healing!!! but!!!!!! i’ve been very productive over these past few days, and that makes me feel very good hehe <33 on the social front, though, i’ve been feeling super exhausted and just,,, lately i find i’m having an immense amount of trouble keeping up conversations and social interactions etc but i’m trying to shake myself out of that funk!!

AAAAH HEHEHE I AM GLAD TO HEAR IT!!!! and thank you very much!!!! super happy to hear you enjoyed it sweet honey bb!!!

ah my gosh i’m so so so jealous, that sounds absolutely lovely!!! i love picnics so much :((( it looks like things are finally beginning to open around here, FINALLY, which is really exciting!!! picnic areas are still closed, but hopefully they open up soon too!! i’m glad to hear that you’ve been having such a wonderful time though honeybun you absolutely deserve it <33

I LOVE MIDSOMMAR. LIKE, LOVE MIDSOMMAR. i think it’s a brilliant film and so far i’m really loving what ari aster’s been doing and i cannot wait to see more work from him!!!! midsommar has such an UNSETTLING vibe while having such a beautiful aesthetic (which is, in part, where the vibe comes from, but that’s a difficult balance to achieve!) and fuck i just love florence so much <33 it’s quite similar to the wicker man (1973), if you’re ever looking for something in the same vein!!!

ooooh another piercing sounds fun!!!! i’m back to debating whether or not i’m actually going to redye my hair or if i’m just gonna continue to let it grow out and finally stay with my natural colour for a little,,,, aaaaaah idk :( my natural colour is a dark strawberry blonde that you apparently cannot get in a bottle (according to my stylist, who gives me shit every time i dye my hair because ‘it’s such a pretty colour!’) but i ??? have very mixed feelings towards it. i dunno why hahaha but anyway that’s my current hair dilemma hehehe <3

i love your rambling!!!!!!! sometimes it takes me a few days to answer, simply because i want to give you back the same amount of effort and energy you give me, because you deserve that, but i love your rambling. i love just talking to all of you, so please!!!! feel free!!!!!!!!

i have never heard of them but i will check them out!!! do you have any songs you recommend i start with???

i love you so very much my lil honeybee, keep enjoying your life, spending time with those who matter to you and having cute lil picnics <33333333

[pavcrti]

chicago’s very own pavarti kumari has been spotted on madison avenue driving a rose gold model x , welcome ! your resemblance to mishti rahman is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty fifth  birthday bash .  your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re fiery , but being eloquent might help you . i think being a pieces explains that .  3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be fresh fields of lavender that expand into a cotton candy sky , the reflection of the sun caught in the glimmer of a crystal , rhyming couplets professing deep - seeded emotion . ( i ghost write songs for artists who like to claim they write their own work . ) & ( cis female + she / her  ) +  ( emily , 25 , sher / her , pst )

holy shit , it’s ya girl . i’m back after needing a bit of a break from being in a group . and bc i honestly adored this place sm and i made so many great friends here i am back . . . 👀 i expect plots with each and every one of u btw so u best deliver . i desperately wanna get this finished before i pass the fuck out . i’ll be joining the server in the morning , but in the meantime if u wanna be my friend  👀 👀 titsiana praises satan#7989

    biography .

name : pavarti kumari 

age : twenty five

gender : cisfemale

zodiac : pieces 

sexuality : bisexual 

profession : singer / songwriter 

hair color : black

eye color : brown

piercings : both lobes , nose 

tattoos : none

voice claim : jhene aiko

released albums : sail out ( ep ) , trip 

miss pavarti was born in bangladesh . her parents are both 100% bangladeshi and immigrated to chicago when pavarti was four years old . she had an older brother who was five years older than her . his name was siva .her family traveled back every summer so she is very immersed in the culture of her homeland and is a very spiritual person as a result . from a young age , pavarti had a fascination with the english language . not only was it so complex , but there was so much that could be done with it as well . she loved poetry and different types of prose . she also developed an absolute adoration for hip hop as a result . she’s been able to work several of her lyrical inspirations in her albums , something she would’ve never anticipated growing up as an immigrant child . when she entered middle school , she joined the school choir as an extra curricular activity which is what inspired her love for music and introduced her to her vocal talents . within time , she began combining her inclination for poetry with her voice . she wrote her first song at thirteen and began to freestyle for her friends . unfortunately , she was never taken too seriously by her peers . she was a female , hardly the usual suspect for the rnb , soul vibe that her voice conveys . before she graduated high school , her brother siva was killed in a car crash . the unexpected death of her best friend and protector sent pavarti into a spiral . this begun her tendency to alter her reality to escape from her pain with the help of drugs . she frequently writes about her brother in her music . when she was eighteen , she was discovered , ironically , by a manager of a local rapper at a poetry slam she was performing at . she impressed him and he introduced her to his client . this is how pavarti entered the hip hop scene , albeit , in secret . in hip hop , it’s very custom for performers to write the tracks that they put out themselves . pavarti learned that she could learn the skills of the trade whilst making her own connections and making pretty good cash , as well . as the years progressed , the notoriety of her clients rose . she’s written bars for multiple big names and by harvesting these friendships , she was able to get signed to a record label and put out her first ep at age twenty one . it was well received by critics and pavarti was thrilled to be taken seriously as an artist doing what she loves . she kept working , kept her nose in her business and released her first full album , trip , just last year . she feels like she is constantly growing artistically and finds herself inspired everywhere she turns . she’s currently working on her second full album and just dropped a new single , p*$$y fairy . other than that , there’s not too much else to note in her history . she did not grow up rich , rather she’s only recently come into wealth . her money is very new and she’s not too skilled at spending it wisely .

    personality . 

okay , so this will probably just be a long winded explanation that no one really asked for / needed but here we go ! first and foremost . . . pavarti is a dreamer in every sense of the word . she’s whimsical , she’s connected to the earth around her . she drifts off into elaborate day dreams and tells herself stories in her head as she falls to sleep . she is very spiritual . she meditates twice a day . her house always smells of incense . she has an affinity for weed and hallucinogenics . she really enjoys writing under the influence . her album trip is literally inspired by several drug experiences she had that had a profound impact in her life . pavarti’s general demeanor is borderline wall - flower . you wouldn’t expect her to be so shy , but she is . she’s the giggly girl who’ll hang back and let someone else come to her first . in the meantime , she’s taking in every single detail . she’s incredibly observant . sometimes she thinks in poetry . she realizes that she isn’t the typical visual for a female hip hop , rnb artist but it’s truly her passion in life and her art flows through her . she says more in her songs than she does to the people she needs to and that can definitely be problematic . with that said , pavarti is very well spoken . girl knows how to sweet talk her way through just about anything . but she also has the temper of a devil . she does not tolerate being fucked around with . she has that attitude about her where she will go and key your car if you hurt her or one of her best friends . people typically wouldn’t expect such an explosion from someone so outwardly sanguine and easy going but she’s the type to scratch someone’s eyes out if she has to . her music is her spouse . this fucks her up relationship wise a lot because she tends to let chances pass her by because she would rather stay undistracted . she has an ego , but not really in the outward way that one would anticipate when ego is involved . she knows she’s talented . she knows she’s attractive . but she also knows that she’s fucking lucky to be where she is and she’s grateful . pavarti is the type who wakes up with a smile because she has another twenty four hours to be alive . she doesn’t take things for granted --- she used to , until she lost her older brother and she realized just how quickly things can change . pavarti is a fiercely loyal individual to her friends . she will stand up for them , no matter what . the thing is , she expects it back . she is very much aware of her self worth and does not react kindly to a one sided vibe . 

    plots . 

ok , ok , ok . . . so how i am going to do this is offer up some songs / song pairings for songs that i believe pavarti has written for specific people with certain plots in mind for at least her side of things . and then i will also list some basic plots that aren’t based on anything in particular , but are still plots that i would like very much to have ! the links go to lyrics ! all plots are gender neutral , so ignore any pronouns that are in the songs .

bed peace / stay ready / while we’re young --- fwbs with feelings : pavarti and your muse have been friends for a while . somewhere along the line things crossed the line and they began hooking up . it’s obvious that they feel something intense for each other but something is always in the way of them being together --- plus , neither are really sure if the friendship could withstand a romantic relationship crashing and burning . so here they are , stuck in this awkward limbo . they hook up , hang out , awkwardly third wheel when the other is dating someone else . it’s an interesting dynamic and pavarti wouldn’t deal with drama with anyone else but your muse . they have a really compelling bond and neither can think of life without the other but things have been like this for a long time and there is only so long a relationship as complicated as this one could actually function .

the worst / comfort inn ending / moments / when we love --- exes that ended badly with lingering feelings : this was . . . just a crazy hot and cold relationship . when it was hot , it was fucking hot . when it was cold ? damn . hell itself could freeze over . they probably have done and said a lot of nasty , nasty shit to each other . at the same time , they could’ve been literally planning their wedding at some point because they both were incredibly serious about each other . in comfort inn ending , pavarti suggests their relationship was a result of her cheating on another boyfriend to be with your muse and your muse ultimately cheated on her as well . we can discuss that but i would high key kill for the extra drama . around the time pavarti was writing her first full album , they had a rekindling that inspired her to write moments and when we love . i don’t envision this relationship having ended in a decent way from there , though . more cheating ? fighting ? they were definitely toxic . she’s definitely planning on dragging their ass some more in her tracks .

lsd / sativa --- platonic soulmates : omg so this plot is . . . so fucking cute . but these two would basically die for each other . there is zero sexual attraction , just genuine , pure love . they do everything together . but what really sealed their bond ? well . . . many different intense acid trips , of course ! they love to get high together and forget about the world . they both feel like they can trust the other because they have been present for so many life - changing moments . they rarely go a day without seeing each other and absolutely never go a day without talking in some capacity . sometimes they fight like siblings . but pavarti would honestly kill for your muse . there is nothing she wouldn’t do for them . 

new balance / newer balance / you are here / clear my mind --- the romantic bad influence : this plot is another messy piece of trash . from the beginning , when they first met , pavarti always thought your muse was too good to be true . they reminded her so much of her brother . she felt this sense of peace with your muse . she fell in love quickly but at the same time , felt like there was something looming over their relationship . like it wasn’t permanent . like it’s all just a dream . the bad influence part isn’t portrayed too much in the lyrics other than stressing pavarti’s fear that your muse isn’t exactly who they say they are and this relationship is doomed to fail somehow . she knows that when this explodes in her face that it’s going to destroy her . i see your muse bringing out edgier sides of pavarti’s personality . they party a lot , they influence pavarti to do crazy things with them and she does and she feels so alive with your muse . that is , until , it all crumbles . the facade is destroyed and whatever it was that your muse wasn’t being upfront about shatters the way she feels for your muse entirely . she feels betrayed . clear my mind is pavarti’s way of trying to hype herself up to be stronger than she really is . 

never call me / --- best friends turned enemies : this is my last long one i promise , wtf , why did i decide to do this . anyways --- this plot is again , a shit ton of angst so enjoy that . your muse and pavarti used to be the best of friends . inseparable . that is until things went south . fast . we can discuss what it was that happened between our muses but it was something huge and preferably something where they both could stubbornly blame each other . pavarti feels slighted because she thinks that your muse should be the one who reaches out and perhaps your muses could be thinking the same about her . 

romantic plots : crushes , unrequited love , hateship , party hookup , friends with benefits , secret fling , summer romance 

platonic plots : give me close friends ! and tons of them please ! thanks . roommates , drug buddies , confidants , unlikely friendship , travel friends , only friends in the dms , enemies turned friend

[peachymhaechan]

“That’s new.”

Genre: fluff, soulmate au

Warning: language is that of a sailor’s

A/N: this is the second in the lil soulmate au series i’m writing this summer!! ten is one of my main bias wreckers (let’s be real tho- i’m a damn thot and all of nct attacks me on the daily) and this kiLLED ME. hope you enjoy!!

everyone has different soulmate quirks

your best friend only saw black and white until she met her s/o, then she saw the world in color

your parents had what you called the High School Musical quirk, where when one got a song stuck in their head, the other got the same song stuck in their head

all of your friends had these really cool and cute quirks

meanwhile, yours was.... odd to say the least

your quirk happened to be piercings

you just,,, got a piercing out of the blue

whoever your soulmate was, he or she loved body modifications

whenever your s/o would get a piercing, you’d get the same piercing

weird, but that was your life, man

the first time it happened was An Experience

imagine: you chilling in class, listening to a boring ass lecture, 

when you feel a sting in your ear 

and you reach up to see what the dealio is

and ?? you feel an earring ?? and blood ?? uhhhhhhhhh

nobody is paying attention to you so you just,, sat in the back of the class in a mini panic like ?? ! what the fuck !! what the complete fuck just happened !! 

finally, a tiny bit of blood dripped onto your desk and you were like // gotta blast // and done straight up bolted

you ran to the bathroom and found that you did, indeed, have a random ass piercing in your cartilage

“cool but what in The Complete Fuck”

so you took a picture of it just to prove to your friends that you weren’t insane

and then took it out and that was the end of it, right?

wrong

this bitch wrong. yeet! 

three days later, after you had forgotten about the mystery that was your lil piercing, it came back

except that time, you were at family dinner

you were chowing down when you felt it again

“-and then I got stuck in traffic on the way to work, and.... is your ear bleeding?” 

you felt your ear and sure enough, there was an earring and your ear had that tingly numb feeling any time you get a piercing

“is there an earring there?” you asked, already knowing the answer

“Y/N what the hell?”

you didn't know any more than your parents did so you shrugged in a what-can-ya-do? way

“It happened a couple of days ago in class but I didn't think anything of it, so I took the earring out and, well.... it came back, I guess.” 

“Hon, I’d hate to break it to you, but I think that is your quirk,” your dad said, to which you thought ???

??

hol up, this don’t add up 

it really did tho and you were just being a dumb thot oof

don't worry, i’m a dumb thot, too

“I mean.... okay, I guess.... sounds fake, but..... whatever.....” 

and lo and behold, you kept getting piercings

it’d be at the most random (and inconvenient) times

taking a final? that sucks man, it’d be a shame if someone //got some body modifications done//

at a funeral? shit bitch, you ain’t special, get some work done on your lobe at the viewing

tryna take a phat nap? tough luck, you won’t be able to sleep on your side for another week bc your soulmate was a grade A asshat

you had no idea who your soulmate was, but you did know that they had good taste in piercings

little did you know, he thought the same thing

there were a few occasions where he would be in dance practice and would have to stop bc?? ow ?? new earring?? 

but also,,, you’d be a dick back to him and would get piercings at ungodly hours of the night

let’s just say... you quickly became an expert on how to safely and cleanly give piercings

you, at four in the damn morning: this is for getting one done when I was in the middle of a presentation worth 40% of my final grade, you nasty thot

SM started promotions for their new group called NCT U

all of your friends became obsessed with the group and you were strung along with them

when the music video for The Seventh Sense was released, you found yourself drawn to one member in particular

his name was Ten and holy shit

that boy could dance

you immediately chose him as your bias and you thought, “okay, this is nice, but also the end of it.” 

wrong again!!

your friends (who were amazing, btw) managed to score tickets to a meet and greet the boys were having

the couple of weeks beforehand, you were getting ready okay

mentally preparing, like //holy shit, dawg//

then the day came

you woke up and looked in the mirror and thought, “My ear is looking a little boring. I have some space right there, might as well fill it.” 

so, you being you, picked up your needle (DISINFECTED, OF COURSE!! In this house we SAFELY give ourselves body modifications!!) and went to town

ngl you were feeling yourself, lookin all cute or whateva with that new sassy piercing you had going on

it wasn’t too over the top but it was enough for you to feel like you were going to walk in the building, get swarmed by paparazzi, and shut the place down

you know the feeling^^

the time for the meet n greet rolls around

you were incredibly nervous

I mean, hello?? meeting ten?? scary shit, dude

you got in line and met all of the other members first

damn sm had to put him on the very end smh

but when you got there

oh man

you were suuuuuuper fuckin nervous dawg

full on shaking, blushing,,,, a whole ass mess

he grabbed your hand and gave you that reassuring smile of his (you know the one) 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, chuckling a little bit

Him on the outside: confident

Him on the inside: panicked, omg the person standing in front of me is so beautiful, they’re literally quaking omg how do I calm them down

“Just a little,” you sheepishly told him, not even trying to hide it

He took both of your hands and interlaced your fingers and

holy shit

your hands fit perfectly together?? 

uhhhhhhh did somebody say #meanttobe?? 

you guys talked for a bit 

it was mainly just you telling him like

hey i’m a big fan!! I really love you, very much!! your dancing is actually beautiful and it’s inspiring to see someone who is so passionate at what they love doing just that, doing what they love!! 

and the whole time he sat there and went full damn uwu

he thought, “I can sit here all day and listen to them talk.” 

but unfortunately the meet and greet couldn’t last forever :(

just as you were about to go, you noticed something, though

his piercings were

different??

you had seen pictures of the boy from the day before and something was,,,,, off

you finally realized what it was, tho

“That’s new,” you said, pointing to the earring that just,,, popped up overnight

the piercings you had were the exact same

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking.... when did you get that one done?” you asked, and you saw something in his eyes click

“It popped up this morning...… Why?” he answered, secretly hoping You Were The One

lucky for him :)

you touched your own ear 

“Because I gave myself this piercing this morning...”

something in his eyes told you that he knew

he knew that you were his soulmate

his heart was beating so fast

he dropped his fake flirting persona immediately bc ya know

why would he want to be like that with the person he’d spend the rest of his life with ??

ten leaned in close and whispered, “write your phone number down.” 

homeboy decided to shoot his shot!!

it worked, bc you quickly scribbled down your number on a piece of paper and handed it to him

the meet and greet couldn’t last forever tho and before you knew it, the staff were forcing you to leave

before you left, ten gave your hand one last squeeze and you were rushed away:(

you left feeling very ?.!

before you went to bed that night (not that you were going to bc hello?? that shit seriously happened today!!)

you got a text from an unknown number

“hey, this is ten! just wanted to say hi and that i’m glad I got to finally meet my soulmate!! also- sorry sm forces us both to get so many piercings all the time lol” 

your heart was beating out of your chest

full uwu bitch

bc yes !! 

you were ecstatic to finally meet your soulmate, the person you would spend the rest of your life with

and you were ecstatic to meet the boy with the beautiful piercings

[swordliliesandebony-blog]

Hoping for Some Permanence

Word Count: 6187 

Chapter: 1/?

Pairing: Prompto/Noctis

Warnings: canonical minor character death (mention only)

Other Tags: Modern AU, Angst, Fluff, Dad!Cor, Slow Burn

Summary: A gift for @destatree that is quickly spiraling out of control :p

After weeks of begging, Gladio finally relents and offers Noctis the name of his preferred tattoo parlor. He doesn't think to mention just how attractive the young artist is, nor the fact that they both share a connection to his father.

[Read on Ao3]

Noct's first thought on opening the parlor door is that, above anything else, this is a mistake. He's making an absolutely huge mistake here, with the bells giving a little tingle on the inside handle and his eyes taking a moment or two longer than expected to adjust from bright summer sun to a relatively dim interior. The walls are all plastered with framed sheets of designs, the windows likewise coated with posters for some upcoming event or another. He almost stumbles into one of the low-set couches, all arranged in a comfortable horseshoe, surrounding a table that's piled high with over-stuffed binders and the occasional magazine he's not sure he'd be comfortable flipping through in public.

His first inclination is to text Gladio, something along the lines of 'you could have warned me', though he sweeps that idea from his mind just as quickly as he can. It had been like pulling teeth to get a recommendation from Gladio in the first place, and if Noct's first response is to complain about the place being dark, or having a strange and vaguely hospital-like smell to it, he knows he's never going to live it down. Hell, he's pretty sure that regardless of the outcome here, there won't be any living it down in general. If he chickens out and changes his mind, he's definitely never going to hear the end of it. And, well, if he doesn't do any of that and shows up at the gym with the magnificent, colorful sleeve of his dreams... he's pretty sure Gladio will have something to say about that, too. Probably with one of those heavy, 'playful' socks to the arm and a little chuckle.

Noctis can't help but think that, if he really wants to flee, he still has a perfect opportunity here. The counter he's peering over sits in the back corner, beside a hallway that opens to a couple more little doors. There's definitely an ominous sort of buzzing echoing down from the furthest room, the sound of music droning along over it, and then a call of 'be right with you' that Noct immediately identifies as too damn cheerful for someone who is undoubtedly inflicting bodily pain at the moment. Yeah, he can definitely get out of here now and nobody would ever know. Instead, he's looking through the glass case that comprises one half of the counter, peering at tiered displays of jewelry. The pieces shine within the lit cabinet, perfect little bits of silver and gold with heavy jewels or intricate charms, in shapes that leave Noctis wondering exactly where half of them are meant to be worn. He's absolutely and undeniably out of his depth here.

This whole experience so far, and really it hasn't been all that  long at all, is turning out to be a real test of his nerves. He realizes, some minutes after that drowned-out assurance that his presence has been noted, the buzzing has stopped and the music has gone down. By this point, he's taken to pacing the room, perusing the wall's colorful designs, feeling much more as though he's in a museum than a shop. He lets himself get lost in splashes of color, in designs that seem equally to represent trend, tradition, and little flairs of unique design. He barely notices when the two men who were clearly responsible for the buzzing- and being buzzed upon- make their way out. There's a bit of chatter behind the counter, some exchange of money, none of which Noctis pays much attention to. There's still a lingering thought in his mind, that he can offer a little apology and dart out the door and it will only be briefly uncomfortable, something he can bounce back from and happily forget within a week or two.

He doesn't bolt, though. He offers a shaky sort of smile to the man who brushes past him to leave. He tries not to stare too intently at the careful covering of tape and plastic and paper against his bicep. Noctis goes either unnoticed or utterly ignored, though he can't say he's terribly upset for that. He turns his attention right back to the framed display he was perusing, stays quiet until he's finally spoken to, by the man behind the counter.

"Hey, sorry about that," the voice is light and chipper, a bit more cheerful than Noctis may have expected, based all on the aesthetic of the shop itself. Probably an unfair assessment. Really, there are a whole list of judgments going through his mind, none of which are fair, none of which are terribly congruous when he's in here with the intention of getting a tattoo himself. Still, he's surprised by what he sees when he turns his attention to the guy behind the counter, "you thinkin' of getting something done?"

The worker is young, maybe even a little bit younger than Noctis. He's all messy blond hair and messy freckles that accent his face a little bit too perfectly, all dusted over his cheeks and his forehead. Whatever Noctis had in mind when it came to an artist, this guy doesn't quite fit the bill. He's slender and, hell, he's cute with those big blue eyes and round cheeks and a smile that's utterly infectious. His ears are well-adorned with neat little holes at the lobes, stretched just enough to loop barbells through, and rings that travel all the way up the curves. There's a neat little silver ring in one nostril, though otherwise he appears fairly unadorned. Maybe Noctis had in mind someone big and burly, covered in ink and jingling with metal. He definitely didn't expect someone quite so... well, cute is the prime word coming to mind.

"Thinking of it," he says with an agreeable nod. He's pretty sure there must be some hesitation in his voice, because the words earn him a muted little laugh, a smile that's somehow wider, somehow catches him even more squarely in the chest. Yeah, he definitely should have run. He definitely should be texting Gladio with a, 'what the hell, dude'- though that idea does pop into his mind, gives him almost a start, "I, uhm. Gladio sent me..." more hesitation in his voice, which is met with a momentary look of confusion from the stupid, cute little blond, then a widening of those eyes and an 'oh' sort of sound and that unbelievable grin again.

"Big guy? Seriously?" he laughs, and Noctis feels a horrible flutter in his stomach. There's a horrible feeling building up there in the pit of it, some creeping inclination that there was a very pointed reason Gladio didn't warn him about any of this; a very specific intent behind recommending this particular shop in the first place. The guy surveys Noct for a moment longer, then that look of realization crosses his face again and he laughs once more, "right! I think he said he was sending someone my way. No offense, but you're not really what I woulda expected."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Noctis shoots the words back, follows them with a laugh. He's pretty sure he knows exactly what that's supposed to mean. He doesn't, after all, look much like the kind of guy who would be keeping someone like Gladio any sort of company. He even feels a little rush of guilt over the retort, because the poor guy looks mortified for a moment, before Noct moves to laughter. His attention by this point has been properly broken from the sample pieces, so Noct makes his way back to the counter. Maybe he's a little bit eager to get a better look at the artist, though he definitely justifies it all in his mind as a simple desire not to raise his voice across the shop- small as it is- for an entire conversation.

"I dunno, have you seen him? I'm surprised that guy ever leaves the gym. I guess I just expected another big, scary beef-man. This is, like, a pleasant surprise," he laughs again and Noctis, god damn it, can't help but smile right in return. On closer inspection, the guy is a bit more than cute. Words along the lines of 'fucking gorgeous' cross his mind, make his heart trip over itself. This is bad. This, Noctis realizes with a little start, is probably exactly what Gladio intended in sending him here, "Oh. I'm Prompto, by the way," he extends a hand across the counter. Noct wants to hesitate, he wants to back off already, but he goes to grasp it instead. An awkward moment follows, something that's just a little bit sparks but mostly Noctis forgetting how the hell to introduce himself and Prompto apparently forgetting the 'shake' part of a handshake.

"Noctis. Everyone calls me Noct," he gives a half-hearted pump at Prompto's hand and, both of them a little bit pink in the cheeks, eyes apparently opposing magnets, look as staunchly away from each other as they can without actually physically turning in opposite directions. He takes a moment to draw in a deep breath, to remind himself what he's actually here for, and that what he's actually here for is not to stumble over his words because some guy happens to be cute.

"Alright then, Noct. What were you wantin' to get done?" If Prompto was thrown by the brief awkwardness of their introduction, he doesn't let it throw him. And, damn it all again, it's just another little thing that Noct is finding horribly endearing. This is trouble. Gladio must have known that this would be trouble. That this was going to be a nightmare and a half for him. Noctis suddenly feels it crashing over him, the realization that there's so little chance this wasn't Gladio's idea of playing matchmaker. He's spent more and more of their time together lately trying to urge Noct back to his feet, to get himself back out there, brush of the dirt and actually live a little, all of that bullshit. It usually makes Noct bristle. It makes Noct want to bristle now, but that smile and those eyes and that dusting of freckles, they all make it so damn hard.

"A tattoo," Prompto doesn't need to laugh at that statement for Noctis to realize that, of course, that much was a given. He even groans at himself, shakes his head, but he doesn't immediately elaborate. That's at least part of the problem here, probably a good deal of the reason that Gladio was so damn hesitant to give him a shop suggestion. Noctis knows he wants something. He's been absolutely in awe of Gladio's work for a long time, really. When it comes to an actual design, though, he's at a loss. When Gladio finally conceded, offered him up the address, the name of the shop, he suggested he spend some time leafing through portfolios and looking at the walls. 'It doesn't have to be custom' he explained, 'but it better be something you really like'. Thanks, Gladio. Wise words. Nothing Noct could have worked out on his own.

"I guess that's a starting point. Kinda," Prompto isn't entirely inclined to spare Noct's feelings it seems, though his tone remains bright and bordering on outright bubbly. He's giving him a thoughtful look, something that stretches into silence, makes Noct shift a little from foot to foot. He's about to say 'never mind' and finally book it, just promise he'll come back when he's thought about it a bit more, when those little bells jingle on the door again. Prompto's eyes shoot immediately away from Noct and he himself turns his head over his shoulder to observe the newcomer.

"Oh! Hey, pops!" Prompto goes for a warm greeting, one that absolutely startles Noctis, really. Looking over the guy who walked in, he can't really work out the relation between the two. They don't particularly resemble each other. This man is stockier, harsher in the face, not unpleasant to look at but intimidating as all hell. And, somehow, Noctis feels when in the possible presence of the stupidly gorgeous guy's father, that he's doing something terribly untoward. It's all in his head, and he's even aware of that fact on some level, but he's shifting a bit more notably now and a wash of anxiety is running cold over his body, turning him in on himself in ways that are barely perceptible.

"Everything go alright on the one-thirty?" the man slides behind the counter beside Prompto, reaches to click through on the computer there. His expression never changes from that slightly hardened stare, focused now on a screen beyond Noct's range of vision. He's gone quiet, doing little more than listening, than observing. He tries to remind himself what he's actually in the shop for in the first place, to steady his breathing and clear his mind in what should probably be a blessing of a delay.

"Just a touch-up, no big deal. Tipped me well enough," Prompto is beaming here, absolutely exuding a pride that isn't conveyed by his words. The older man's gaze breaks with the screen and, to Noct's absolute surprise, he offers a brief hint of a smile and claps a hand on Prompto's shoulder. There's a momentary emotion rising in Noct's chest, burning up to his throat. Jealousy, maybe? A little bit of wistful regret? Something along those lines, in any case. Maybe a bit of nostalgia for a relationship he never shared with his own father, despite his best attempts.

"Good work. He's not the easiest client, you must have done well," the man's gaze finally lands on Noct after the reassurance, ponders him for a moment, "friend of yours?" he extends a hand to Noctis as well, and this time Noct manages to remember what he's meant to do with it, even if his whole body is buzzing with a strange sort of nerve. He's decided by now that he doesn't belong here, that this was all a mistake. After all, this man who clearly knows exactly what he's talking about has immediately pegged Noctis as a friend rather than a client.

"Hope so. This is Noct. Gladio sent him over, but he's totally in over his head. Now that you're here, we're gonna head to lunch," Prompto's confidence is almost alarming to Noctis, but he flashes that grin again and he knows there won't be any denying it. He's maybe even more lost than when he walked in at this point, but he doesn't exactly intend to deny Prompto's plan. There's a strange little jolt of happiness that comes with that reply, that 'hopefully', and Noctis accepts right away that, well, he's hoping that, too.

"Noct, huh?" The man gives him a long look, this one a bit more searching, something that makes Noctis want to squirm even more than he already has been. There's a certain look in his eyes, a certain narrowing of them that feels a whole lot like there's something behind them. Something close to...what? Recognition? Impossible, he tells himself. He would absolutely remember knowing this man, all harsh lines and wiry muscles and unexpected fondness behind it all. Still, there's something in the stare that catches him, knocks him on his ass so-to-speak. Something Noctis will have to work out, he decides, if this whole 'hopefully friends' things comes to fruition.

"Yessir," Noct is surprised by his own response, by the almost instinctive respect the guy seems to command. Maybe there are little bits of his father's influence still lingering, even after all this time. Maybe there's something catching in the back of his mind, distant and impossible, just beyond his grasping. He doesn't know how to reach for it, how to identify it, and he doesn't know quite how to cast it aside either, as anything more than over-thinking a critical look.

"And you're Gladio's friend," he reiterates that point and his tone seems careful. Noctis nods eagerly to it though, and he feels a sort of pleasure, relief maybe, to be able to offer some affirmative response there, "good people, the Amicitias. I knew Clarus well. Real shame."

Those words, that particular point, really does just about knock Noctis straight on his ass. There's a sudden twisting in his gut and he's sure it plays across his face. Is that where the familiarity came from? Was he at the funeral? Does he blame Noctis for what happened there? Does he blame his father? A million questions run through his mind, all at once and all without answer. He opens his mouth, but Prompto must have noticed the sudden tension because he steps to the other side of the counter, slings an arm around Noct's shoulder, levels a look at the man that Noctis has decided at this point he really doesn't want to be around another moment.

"Okay, dad. Enough of the awkward. We'll be back later," his voice is still cheerful, but there's something in there that is almost pleading, as if he's absolutely begging his father not to say anything else, not to dig more at whatever hole he's worked into Noct, "maybe try not to scare anyone off while I'm gone?" the words seem enough to soften the man's face, draw out a curt nod. His eyes are still on Noctis, even when Prompto drags shifts to grasp his arm instead, all but drag him from the shop. Noct is absolutely positive he can still feel the gaze on the back of his neck when the door sounds their exit and they step into a day bright enough to positively blind.

Prompto's hand is still around Noct's forearm, spreading a few strides of distance between them and the shop before he releases. There's a strange inclination on Noct's end to reach for Prompto again, but he brushes it off, glances over instead. He thinks he should probably thank him for the quick escape, but he's not really given the chance before Prompto is groaning and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, that was totally weird. My dad's alright, but he's, like, the king of making things super awkward. Figured you could use some rescuing there," even through the tone, Noctis can tell that Prompto really is apologetic more than teasing. Noct, well, he can appreciate that. He's been known to err on the side of humor when things get a bit too deep himself, though maybe without the need to apologize for any of his father's behavior. Things tended to go the opposite way in that realm for him, "you don't actually hafta come with me," he adds, and Noctis feels just a little pang of sadness at the words, just a small emotion and just for a moment, "I mean, I'd like it if you did. But I was just trying to save ya there. If you let him dive into the war stories, he'll be at it all night."

Noctis nods. He doesn't respond at all at first. War stories. Gladio's dad. He still feels a hell of a lot like he's had the wind knocked out of him, something he definitely doesn't want to point out to Prompto. And there's the other bit that he isn't keen to share, where he's working through his memories, trying to pick out a name to put to that face, because there's no denying at this point that his own father must have known the guy.

"Lunch sounds good. We're becoming friends here, right? Can't abandon you now," he manages to laugh with the words and it seems to brighten Prompto a bit further. An arm slings around Noct's shoulder again. His instinct, in any other situation he thinks, would be to shrug it off. Here, though, he almost leans into it. Here, he mimics the gesture, gives a little nudge of the fist to the back of Prompto's opposite arm, "telling your dad I'm in over my head as an introduction isn't the best way to start, though. You do realize that, right?" Prompto stiffens briefly and he laughs, gives Noct a little shove away. It's all easy, a bit too natural maybe, but they're already feeling a hell of a lot like friends.

"You came into his parlor only knowing you want 'a tattoo'. I'm just callin' it like I see it," calling it right at that, Noctis thinks, though he's beginning to believe it goes a little bit deeper than ink and skin. He doesn't bother to say that, doesn't bother to say anything at all, though he works up a mock-wounded groan. There's something here, something easy and natural and almost magnetic and he takes the little jab in stride in a way he's sure he wouldn't be able to with anyone else. Not that he has a whole lot of 'anyone elses' to joke around with. Another point that doesn't need to come into play just yet.

"Guess you've got me there," he eventually groans. They're walking, toward the end of the block, and Noctis thinks that maybe it's not entirely an aimless stroll. Lunch does sound appealing, and Prompto's leading the way as though he has a destination in mind. A good thing, too, because Noct doesn't know the neighborhood. It's not terribly far from home, and it's not a bad place, he decides. All artsy little storefronts, studios and cafes and oddly specific specialty stores. He thinks about asking how a place that only sells lampshades stays in business, but instead he simply drinks it all in, tries to note landmarks for later.

They're walking in silence again for another block or two. Prompto must notice how out-of-his-element Noctis is, because he's not saying too much and he's certainly not speeding up their travels when Noct slows down to glance into a window or check the title of one store or another. It's a comfortable silence, maybe unexpectedly so. Noct is pretty sure there's no neighborhood quite like this that he's spent any amount of time in and he feels a little bit guilty that he's never made it over here before. It really is only a stone's throw from home and just about every place looks appealing.

"I'm guessing you're not from around here," Prompto observes finally. Noctis laughs just a little bit at the easy call. The sad part, of course, is that he very much is from around here, in a large sense. He can see the rise of his apartment complex not too far in the distance. Easily walkable from where they stand. Hell, he walked here in the first place, though mostly with his eyes glued to the phone's GPS and his palms sweating while he tried to work out whether or not this was all a monumental mistake. He's decided, at least, that it wasn't a complete mistake. Prompto seems nice, friendly, definitely too damn cute for his own good, but someone that Noctis wants to know. Someone he's unexpectedly glad to have met.

"I live closer to the Citadel. Kinda shocked I never made it over here before," Prompto seems shocked by this admission too, though he has the good grace only to smile and shrug. There's a certain difference, Noctis is too damn aware, between people who spend a lot of time near the Citadel and people who spend a lot of time literally anywhere else. It's a sort of uncomfortable thing, all to do with money and class and the sort of shit that Noctis doesn't care too much about. The sort of shit that he's been made aware he only doesn't care too much about because he has enough standing in both areas not to need to. That's all the sort of conversation he's trying very hard not to have here though, so he smiles a shy little number and tilts his head toward Prompto, "guess you're gonna hafta lead the way. I'm already totally lost," not entirely true, but the thought seems to make Prompto brighten again.

"Tour guide Prompto is on the job," he absolutely grins that heart-melting and toothy expression that grabs Noct's attention far more than it has any right to. There are a lot of thoughts going through his mind right now, and they're all making him pretty damn uncomfortable. All making him question exactly what the hell Gladio had in mind when he referred him to that shop. Noctis doesn't get a chance to dwell too much on it though, because Prompto's chattering away easily now and he finds that he doesn't want to miss a beat of it, "this neighborhood is pretty cool. All artsy and stuff. Totally a million places to check out. I  like it a lot. You know Maagho?" he's rattling off a bit and it takes a moment for Noctis to catch up, blink through a bit of memory that strikes him again, harsh and right in the center of his chest.

"Kinda. Haven't been there since I was a kid," he replies. He does have some memories of the place, mostly at meetings that a child has no place at, trying to remember which fork to pick up for which bit of food he didn't have any interest in putting in his mouth. There was a lot of being quiet, back-straight, eyes forward. He doesn't have terribly fond memories of it, now that he considers it, not beyond the fact that they were rare times he was able to spend with his father. That, in its own way, makes them good memories and precious ones, though he doesn't get into any of that. He's gone quiet again, in fact, and he knows that Prompto must be noticing it.

"Oh. Damn, well..." he hesitates just a moment, something that makes Noctis wish he had picked some better words. Impossibly though, Prompto brightens again, seems so perfectly able to shrug it all off, "bet it sucked as a kid. Everything's super cool and fancy, but when you're little I bet it's all just really boring and gross," he laughs and Noctis laughs as well. He's pretty much hit it on the head there, Noctis thinks, and he almost says it, though Prompto goes on before he has much of a chance to, "anyway, it's totally a perfect fancy date spot now. All the expensive wine and tasty pasta. Totally romantic."

"So that's where you're taking me?" Noctis feels his cheeks go bright with the words and he forces out a little laugh. It wasn't exactly the smoothest of moves he could have made and he runs through everything that has been said between the two of them up to this point, rolling through any signs he may or may not have seen. May or may not have missed. Prompto is quiet again, which Noct decides isn't a great sign. His heart is thumping uncomfortably and his palms have gone all sweaty again. He opens his mouth to try and sneak in a little 'just kidding', but again he's not given the opportunity.

"For a first date? No way, dude. I don't know how much money you think tattoo artists make," he laughs heartily and he glances at Noct. Noct is pretty sure Prompto's cheeks, all round and freckles and perfect in their way, have lit up a bit too. Maybe it was a step too far, but it doesn't seem like Prompto's taken offense. He's not entirely shot the idea down, right? "That's, like, third date at least. That's, 'I'm getting you drunk on wine that cost my whole day's pay and taking you back home' date. And I'll have you know, I'm not that easy," another laugh and he knocks a shoulder against Noctis's, offers up that same unbelievable smile.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm not getting anywhere tonight. So where are we going then?" Noctis decides the best route at this point, after the little missteps and with his whole body going all tense and uncertain and close to trembling, is to play along. Prompto is taking it all in stride, after all, and that has to be a good sign. Noctis has to believe it's a good sign. He doesn't have a goddamn clue, if he's being honest. He tries to think back to the last time he's actually flirted with someone, to the last time he's actually even wanted to, but all he sees is a blank. His head hurts a little bit with the effort and he casts the whole thought aside. He's definitely not doing himself any favors, but he's not quite scared Prompto off, so he's taking it as a net win.

"There's a decent little sandwich place. Just another block. They're huge and messy and totally delicious. You'll love it. I say this as someone who has known you for a grand total of like fifteen minutes and clearly has a good idea of what you will or will not love," he's getting chattier now, laughing a little bit too much, smiling a little bit too wide. Is he nervous? Noctis offers a smile and another little chuckle. He can't quite work it out. He can't quite figure any of this out, really. Prompto is too straightforward for Noct to really comprehend, a whole load of an oxymoron right there. But he's staying at his side and he's giving all those laughs and smiles and speaking a bit more than he probably should and if he's nervous, well, so is Noct. Maybe it's all turning out the best it probably can.

"Huge, messy, and delicious is my middle name," Noctis agrees, and then he groans almost immediately afterward when Prompto breaks into absolutely genuine laughter. Noct likes to think he usually has a decent filter, but he's pretty sure he couldn't have gone for a more overt, borderline tasteless bit of flirtation had he tried. And he definitely hadn't tried. He's pretty sure he's in the deep red when it comes to coolness points right now. Luckily, Prompto's laughter is infectious and he's giggling at himself all the same.

"Look, I know I'm pretty irresistible, but you can save the real charm for hour two of us knowing each other,"  another joke and another jab at Noct's arm. It's enough to calm the air between them, Noct thinks. At very least, it's enough to make him feel a little bit less like a hopeless, bumbling idiot, and that's a start. He shakes his head, he groans, and he keeps following Prompto as he leads the way up toward the end of the block, toward the promised little hole-in-the-wall.

Noct doesn't know immediately what to make of the place. It smells absolutely amazing when they head in the door, even if the decor doesn't quite reflect that. It's definitely not the sort of place that he might have imagined taking a date, but he's still not entirely certain whether this qualifies as a date or they were simply joking around to begin with. It's all overwhelming, if he's honest. They're lucky enough to have missed the lunch rush, which is almost a shame, because the big board up behind the counter has Noct's mind swimming. And maybe there's a little bit of frowning as he counts through just how many of the options are chock full of things that sound very much like vegetables.

"A lot to take in, right?" Noct is almost startled by Prompto speaking, but he nods and he gives the most hopeless expression he can muster up. It's enough to make Prompto laugh and shake his head, give Noctis another nudge, "alright, alright. I'll pick for you. Just trust me, alright? I mean, we're approaching the half-hour mark in our relationship here, I think I've got this under control," and he winks. He fucking winks. If Noctis wasn't in trouble before, he absoltuely is now, because his heart does those strange little flips in his chest and his stomach goes into a bit of a freefall and he's pretty sure that he's staring at Prompto at this point, forgetting immediately to respond at all.

"That's a lot of trust to put in one person, you know. Really going out on a limb here. If I see anything vegetable-adjacent, just know that this date is officially over."

"So it is a date! Score! Alright, alright, go sit down, I'll handle this," Noctis nearly choked on his words there, but Prompto is...hell, he's excited. And it's infectious, the same way that smile was, the same way his whole damn personality seems to be. So Noctis smiles and he nods and he finds a table for two that appears to be at least relatively clean, after he's spent a minute or two going over it with the stack of napkins he grabs.

Noctis feels like sitting here for a moment, in the relative silence of the little sandwich shop, is enough time to take a deep breath, to try to actually assess the situation. He takes a moment to fire a quick text off to Gladio, demanding to know whether this was all a setup. He makes sure to sound as serious as possible, to give off the impression of being properly offended by the idea. In reality, he's sneaking glances at Prompto even now, watching him chatter away with the absolutely exhausted-looking teen behind the counter. There's a quick move of ducking his head and making the table appear incredibly interesting when he notices Prompto glancing over his shoulder. He's pretty sure he's been caught, and that idea, impossibly, makes him smile.

He's in trouble here, that thought  keeps running back into his mind. Prompto is... he's too nice. He's sweet and he's adorable, a bundle of carefree energy and boundless enthusiasm. He's the exact opposite of Noctis. There's no way in hell this is going to work out, Noctis is certain of that part. And that's without even delving into the state Noctis has found his life in. The right thing to do, he realizes with an absolutely painful jolt, is to call this all off. He should thank Prompto for the lunch but tell him that, really, this is all a terrible idea nd he's very sorry, but he needs to go. Then... then what? He can lock himself in his room for another week or two, he can ignore whatever response Gladio eventually texts him. He can pretend that he's definitely fine, that he's not going on two years past a dead father and a broken engagement and hasn't come to terms with either. That's definitely what he should do. This is all Gladio's fault, anyway. He knew damn well, Noctis made it so damn clear that he wasn't in a place to deal with anything like this.

That's not what he does, though. Yet again, he doesn't bolt for the door as he's so inclined to. An image crosses his mind of Prompto looking all crestfallen, feeling the sting of rejection, and he realizes that there's no way in hell he can do that. Instead, he sits patiently and when Prompto finally returns to the table with a tray stacked in sandwiches and fries and shakes, he offers up the best smile he can muster.

"No veggies, as ordered. Guess that means you can't dump me yet, huh?" Prompto's smile is just as bright and it's enough that Noctis can't dwell too much on his uncertainty, on his internal turn toward anguish. He can't do a whole lot other than mirror the expression and go to unwrap his food, inspect and appraise Prompto's choices for him. He's gone with some sort of meat-filled sub, something that lies strangely between burger and hero and has plenty of cheese and a questionable sort of sauce that Noct feels the need to test on a fingertip before he opts to actually take a bite of the sandwich. He considers the tangy flavor, blinks, then nods, that same stupid smile on his lips.

"Guess not. I'm expecting this to be one hell of a date, though. I don't really do dates. Gonna have to really wow me," that much is the honest-to-god truth. And that much, Noctis can tell, Prompto is taking as a challenge.

"Lucky for you, I'm just about the best date ever. Just ask all my exes," he actually waits for Noct's groan at the utterly horrible joke before he presses on, "alright. You'd better brace yourself, 'cause I'm brignin' my A-game. You're gonna be, like, head-over-heels by the time we're done."

"You wanna make a wager there?" Noctis laughs again, he really can't help himself. The doubt is still present, still thick and heavy and plaguing him as much as it ever has, but Prompto is a strange sort of irresistible.

"Of course. If I win, I get another date. Pretty sure that's how this works."

"Sounds pretty standard," Noctis agrees, that smile still there, "and if you lose?"

"Then I guess you get to take me on the next date instead."

Noctis can hardly believe himself, but he extends a hand to shake on the deal.