#insarys

[wolfpuppygirl]

Says hi but like as a friend

Starts hanging out but like as a friend

Hugs you but like as a friend

Cuddles you but like as a friend

Kisses your cheek but like as a friend

Says "I love you" but like as a friend

Kisses you on the mouth with tongue but like as a friend

Gropes you but like as a friend

Grinds against you but like as a friend

Makes passionate love to you but like as a friend

Gets married to you but like as a friend

[whiskeynwriting]

i had a dream about the insatiable series

Oh my gosh tell me MORE

I miss writing for that series so much. Once I’m done with my followers celebration I’m gonna focus on just my series for a while 🥰

Daddy 🥺😍🤤🥵

[sparklecryptid]

somewhat silly bit of worldbuilding from me: 

what if when someone is born into the Lucis Caelum eyes with gold eyes it’s seen as a bad omen. for them. for their kingdom. and while no one is sure why they Lucis Caelum’s believe that (in fact later generations of Lucis Caelums aren’t even sure why they believe that) the fact remains that an LC with gold eyes is bad luck.

Building onto that, LC’s with gold eyes are all generally terrible at black magic. And since they don’t have white magic those with gold eyes are looked down upon because what use is a Lucis Caelum that can maintain the royal arms?

The thing is though, what they lack in black magic they make up for in their potion making. Their potions are more effective. They can make phoenix downs that do more than bring someone from the brink of death and actually revive someone if given soon enough.

[pretendcr]

❛ I sometimes think I’ve gone mad. ❜

ＤＡＲＫＥＲ ＳＨＡＤ�� ＯＦ ＭＡＧＩＣ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | not accepting anymore

HOW IT CREEPS SLOWLY WITHIN HIM, this familiar madness that dooms those who are cursed. It slithers in your veins, eating from your heart this precious blood, tainting it with its fire. With what delight it will soon shape him into this beast he'll turn into ! Slowly, day by day, rivers of black and screams of the damned shall sing their lullabies to his hears, echoes shattering against the rampard of his mind. How long shall this take, this foolish game that seems everlasting, how long until victory comes ? Oh, he could play him over a thousand time, recreating from light the purest darkness.

BUT SOONER OR LATER, IT WILL HAVE TO ALL END, as violent delights call for such tragic denouement ! He could almost weep at this idea, losing his most precious masterpiece : a puppet made of flesh and bones, alive under the strings he pulls. ( The king and the Oracle lines shall be no more )CURSED DIGITS DANCE UPON THE STEEL OF HIS DEAMONIC ARM, well aware of what scars live under, the plague of stars burning deep within his core. —— Do not fret. After all, you are under my care now. “ A smile, gentle only in its appearance, slits up his lips. But his crown of light poorly shines under the eclipse of his blackened soul, lies poured into his words, this placebo of tenderness he let thrive through his every gesture. After all, what dangers is there for this doomed soldier to catch a glimpse of the monster that lies within ? It is by such acts that he will plant the seeds of doubt within his mind. Let him question the ambitions of a foe who seems to be a friend. —— Hush, the pain will soon go away. “

[daemonmade-blog]

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SEND ME A ‘★’ IF YOU ACTUALLY LIKE MY BLOG. TAKES A SECOND, MEANS A LOT.

   OOC.   this is too sweet coming from someone i totally look up to, you are a true GEM for sending this !! whenever we get to interact i’ll be #blessed tbh  🖤🖤🖤

[rescinae-blog]

⚠ ( let me cry over these two pls )

Send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse (not accepting these anymore!)

Again, a careful lie was constructed. Again, the little princess came up with new ways to hide BRUISES and swelling forming on pale skin, covering herself up with the occasional scarf or longer dresses. Again, Lunafreya would seek shelter in her big brother’s embrace, tears CLEARLY evident in pale eyes… Again, she used a SIMPLE untruth; ‘I fell down the stairs’ - ‘I tripped in the garden’ - ‘I accidently cut myself while playing with the letter opener.’ Ah yes, the fear of what her regular offender would do if the former princess DARED to voice the  t r u t h  was bigger then the fear of what he already was doing, causing Lunafreya to LIE to the only family member she had left.

Any form of disobedience was NOT treated kindly, a fact Lunafreya was well aware of— Yet, she still took the chance to spend a beautiful day in the sun, tending to the precious syllableblossoms flowering across the gardens of Tenebrae instead of attending her usual studies. Upon arriving back at the Nox Fleuret mansion at late afternoon, there he was, awaiting her… The Nifelheim official, making sure she’d REGRET every single second spent doing something which the oracle was not SUPPOSED to do. Rough hands would inflict HARM behind closed doors and then walk away, leaving the broken figurine in tears. 

Shaky legs attempted to crawl back to her room, but the muffled cries must’ve alerted her brother who managed to RUSH to the girl’s side, scooping the smaller frame up into his arms upon noticing how slender legs stumbled. Before the adolescent could ask what was wrong, Lunafreya DIGGED soft fingertips into his shirt, head resting contoured shoulder as a breathless whisper again voiced a LIE. Disinformation had a tendency to be proved  f a l s e , but for the time being, what Ravus didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt him, nor FURTHER hurt his little sister.

[induperatcr-blog]

✚: Stab in the back with a knife. ( i am sorry i couldn't resist i n e e d )

MEME : hurt iedolas and see how he reacts.

              it was supposed to be a sort of routine check up with one of the more prominent bases in altissia --- a meeting with his militia’s leader, commander, and organizer. clad with his familiar round of elite magitek armors serving as his guard he did not consider the fact that they wouldn’t mind ravus’ coming forth towards him, given his rank in the army. 

it was only when a sharp paint of a knife in his back did iedolas give a surprised noise --- eyes widening and a sharp gasp leaving him, before he reached for his gun and shot behind him; catching ravus in the shoulder with his expertise. with his attacker stumbling back the king pulled the knife from his back and sneered, a hand raising and signaling for a ship to carry him back to niflheim. 

“   KILL HIM! but, do it slowly.   ”   he barked in order to his magitek armors --- limping with the aid of verstael as he retreated. he was no fool, he knew when it was best to retreat.

[invidiia-blog1]

❛ Who are you? ❜

DO YOU REMEMBER WHATFREEDOM FELT LIKE? the wind upon your ears, a prickle of nature. soft and careless, the seasons would cradle your physique --- unblemished,and unbound. your smile wasinfinite, an enchanting joviality to be found in the upbringing your mother instilled. now yourisolation wallows in the restrictionof a brother most manipulative; amaster of chess who tastes his pawns and samples their prudence. izunia, a soulmost fractured, severed and splitfrom the cage of the ring to the material emergence of the end --- had foreseen ardyn’s intent for the fleuret. this is not freedom, boy. your wingsare being taken from you, and the thief of their marvel is smiling as he does it. hewill engrave the trenches of the scourgeinto your soul, and drink the venom he derives of your servitude.you are a piece of his puzzle; a riddle in which half the fragments were burnton purpose. yet somehow, you do not see him as a man carrying shackles --- but as an authority of acceptance.EYES ASSENT TO SILVER CURIOSITY. locksof distortion, a pale touch ofizunia’s resolve in being branded bythe ring and its lucii, frames the countenance of the oracle’s first born.ravus’s eyes are painted distinctivehues of their own, unusual and contrary, by the brush of darkness and the palette of a fallen star. the cosmos and its sonshave seen to your body. the scourge will exploityou, yet.GLOVE HUMORS RIM OF GLASS, orbitingits fragility in tandem with ravus’s uttered query. izunia is red, so very red. who are you --- do you truly wish to know? such is the secrecy ofthe first king’s aura. as though a whisperof the universe, he is present and heis not. yet you could reach to touch him; savour his words upon atongue most overcome. his eyes are asubjugation of loss. to understandhim, the entirety of a being deprived of its second half, is to forgo moralobligation and to surrender to imminent sorrow. only death may pay for life,an evidence of prophecy. you have lost a great deal thus far --- your mother,your homeland, your liberty and honor; only this world has not yet attended toyour conclusion.

“   ------ consider me a conflictof interest. i’m not here to bargainfor your time, and neither will i demandit. however, we have met once before. it is unlikely you would remember; thus,i am not insulted. even so, by my ruling we sit across from one anotheras tokens of history. we have ourparts to play. so tell me, commander------ are you a puppet or a puppeteer?   ”

[suntek-a-blog]

♆: Strangle them. ( *ravus strangling noctis warflashbacks* hello i want to send pain )

HURT MY MUSE  || accepting♆: strangle them.

         HE’S SCARED. Afraid. Petrified, save for the quivering of his legs. RAVUS NOX FLEURET is a monster, a one-armed menace with a thirst for royal blood. It is astounding, he thinks, that one so  m a j e s t i c  ( so soft & beautiful, with angel eyes and ichor for blood ) should stand such a threat. HE IS LUNAFREYA’S IDENTICAL in physical divinity, but her counter in disposition.

         The contrast is BLACK & WHITE, a portrait of astral causticity that makes him reach for his camera on instinct. But barely do his fingers brush the contraption before his attention is torn upwards--- to grace’s MAJESTY, whose heavenly brow is tainted with a scowl. Pink lips part in disjointed awe, lashes flutter and eyes BULGE; he sucks in a breath----

         ---But it catches in his throat ( like a FLY, snapped by Venus's ravenous teeth ). Fingers ‘round his neck spark CONVULSIONS through his veins, every muscle shrieking with panic. PERHAPS HE, TOO, WOULD SHRIEK, but even his rasping gurgles are quelled by the general’s iron grip. 

         Blood pumps percussion in his ears while he CLAWS ( animalistic, desperate ) at the prosthesis. NARY DOES RAVUS FALTER, no matter how his victim kicks and writhes, how tacet tears stain freckled cheeks, how he pleads UNCLE with every quiver of his lips.

         RAVUS IS UNMOVED--- an angel of fortitude, even as the fight fades from sky-stained eyes, as limbs fall limp & a blond head lolls in forced resignation.

                          RAVUS NOX FLEURET IS, in every aspect, AN ANGEL.

                                                         ---an angel of death.

[kingslight-blog1]

Reminder that your blog and portrayal is amazing and that i love your writing and crack so much

MUFFLED SOBBING NOISES no i’m too tired and emotional for random positivity i’m gonna cry you are too good to me darling and I need to stop being a noodle and dropping off the face of chat because I adore you and I adore talking to you you are such a delight and *squishes your cheeks* let me love you.

[daemonizing]

okay BUT BEACUSE STEPH IS SENDING U POSIVITY I NEED TO DO IT AS WELL EVEN IF I SAY IT EVERYDAY AND I JUST RAMBLE LIKE AN OLD LADY BUT- please, i agree with everything mom snek said: your writing is ABSOLUTELY gorgeous, incredible, inspiring and you know how much i am completely biased over it and your on point from top to bottom characterization of Ardyn. Your love for his character is so so strong it flow and goes hand in hand with your detailed style and just- i adore you, i adore everything

bUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS --- we are old lady-men together; trash to infinity and beyond. i'm freaking speechless you give me so much to work with in all your prompts, in all our headcanons, in all our chats of crack, angst, fluff ev E RYT H I N G. it's people like you i wish i saw more in the writing community. because i adore you, too, and my blog would not be the same without all my interactions with your ravus.

[caelitis-blog1]

" I will choose her happiness over mine every time. "

hamilton musical sentence starters || @insarys​

    Lips purse & jaw clenches, but for the time being he holds his tongue. Their meeting is something which Noctis would much rather have avoided, with regards to how Ravus acted on their prior encounter. – But alas, it cannot be avoided now that the Imperial Commander is stood a disconcerting few feet from himself. The words alone evoke raw disdain from within – & brows draw together ; conjure a sceptic scowl of sorts.

    The way he is now, Noctis couldn’t hope to defeat the man stood before him ; certainly, not alone. Even so, it grates on his nerves to hear Ravus ( the Imperial’s lapdog ) speak of his sister in such a light. As they speak, is he not serving the army by hunting for his own flesh & blood ? Fingers curl into fists at his sides – if only to prevent Noctis from lurching forward & grasping the other by the collar of his coat. “ Then why ? ”

    So simple a question – & yet not once has Ravus given anything exemplary of a sufficient answer. Lips curl into something resembling a snarl, and his tone becomes grating ; accusatory – “ Can you even really say you know what’d make her happy ? ” Not that he’s one to talk, after a long twelve years spent divided. At the very least – Noctis can tell that it isn’t right. “ Why are you hunting her down – & not by her side ? ”

[heilna-blog]

It’s official. I am passing the throne to Lunafreya, and to Lunafreya only.

[delusiia-blog]

Have you ever…

Trigger warnings apply!

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

Tagged by: @insarys​ aye!  Tagging: Anyone who sees this and haven’t done it, you have now been tagged by me. 

[pretendcr]

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

ＭＥＭＯＲＩＥＳ ＦＡＤＥ ＡＷＡＹ ( ᵐᵉᵐᵉ ) | accepting- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

ＯＮＥ   -   DO NOT WEEP BOY, FOR THE WORST HAS YET TO COME. Through the flames and wailings, through destruction and kigdoms falling, a prince, too young for such burden, carries the weight of the war upon his shoulder. Oh, he could almost pity him, those eager eyes opened to the cold truth of this world ; But he lacks mercy, for his ambitions are greater than some time wasted upon pitying the orphan of Tenebrae. No, he has better things to do, a future to build for him - surely, that wrath he has seen within those eyes could come of use. After all, there is something oddly simple in the shape of anger, a clay-like hatred you can shape to your will : feed a man your lies, and he will sharpen daggers for the throat of your ennemies.A SMILE ADORNS HIS LIPS, too croocked to be sincere. From the silhouette of the crowd - a handful of politics discussing the fate of a kingdom like voltures fighting for a carcass - he looks at him, ember eyes piercing his soul. ( this one shall accomplish wonders )

ＴＷＯ   -    —— Commander, this title shall soon adorn your name. I do hope it is to your liking. “ HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE HE LAST SAW HIM FLESH AND BONES ? the boy has grown into a man, the man into a soldier. Times flies, truly, when you have the luxury not to count the passing years ! But at last, he can gaze upon this puppet in the making, a wonderful creation of his that he waited so long to finaly play with, a part of his plan. How sad that he shall never know about the part that he'll play. But it is for the best that doubt will be his only reward - he's too wise to be lied to for too long, so let him at least see a glimpse of a cursed soul, lost between truth and slanders ( call it a bluff if you wish ).FINGERS DANCING UPON THE COLD IRON OF HIS DESK, he smiles like a child - but behind his lips lie fangs ready to be drenched in blood. Plotted tragedies still veiled under this blindfold he puts over the world's eyes, he secretly writes this prince without a kingdom's end ; And it is with blood that his story is written. How sad, for a soul who knew only the pain of abandon, the coldness of a life made to serve : he is a life-long prisoner. BUT PERHAPS DOES HE UNDERESTIMATE HIM ? —— I feel like this is the begining of marvelous partnership, don't you ?. “

[regalnight-archive-blog]

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