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I posted 738 times in 2022

That's 493 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (8%)

678 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 704 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#ffxv - 624 posts

#prompto argentum - 235 posts

#fan art - 215 posts

#noctis lucis caelum - 212 posts

#ignis scientia - 173 posts

#gladiolus amicitia - 166 posts

#nyx ulric - 132 posts

#kingsglaive - 123 posts

#cor leonis - 114 posts

#my stuff - 48 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#meanwhile over here in ffxv lokichan is shippong two guys who did kill each other with a third who isn't even mentioned in their movie

My Top Posts in 2022:

Waking up 4 with CorNyx, please?

4. “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” Cor squinted up at Nyx, who had his head propped up on one hand, as he tried to process what was just said to him. Nyx was smirking, that careful quirk of his lips that was always betrayed by the softness of his gaze in the dim light of their bedroom. Cor took a few seconds to enjoy the way Nyx’s tongue peaked out to wet chapped lips before his brain decided there wasn’t any emergency worth being awake for. “Seriously, you’re just going to ignore me?” Nyx asked, shaking Cor’s shoulder as he turned to burrow his face back into his pillow. Cor got a few blissful moments of silence before Nyx was draping himself across his back. “I alert you to a source of possible critical information leaks pertinent to the security of the Citadel, and the Lord Marshal dismisses it? I could have you sacked for this, you know?” “Lotta big words,” Cor mumbled into the fabric, trying to shrug off Nyx as he pressed his lips along the neckline of his shirt. Nyx laughed into his shoulder blade. “I love how stupid you are first thing in the morning.” Cor tried to ignore Nyx as his warm hands rubbed slow circles along his back, the pull of sleep still more tempting than whatever the hell Nyx was trying to get out of him. He burrowed his own arms further under the pillow as Nyx’s attentions wandered back to his neck, trying in vain to keep warm lips and rough stubble from making their way up to his jaw. “Fuck off,” Cor muttered to the lips that were pressing themselves into his cheek. The lips smirked against him. “What do you want?” “Well, I was going to be nice to you, since you were being cute in your sleep, but now I’m not so sure.” Cor closed his eyes tightly, blinking a few times to clear away the exhaustion. “What was I doing?” “Talking. In your sleep.” “What? I don’t—” “You do,” Nyx said, rolling off him to lay his head on his own pillow, nose centimeters from Cor’s. “Not often, but usually on mornings like these.” Mornings where they both had fallen heavily into bed the night before, asleep before they had the chance to revel in the relief of finally being off their feet. The types of mornings Cor preferred to sleep through. “What was I saying?” “Something about moogles,” Nyx laughed. “Apparently they’re banned?” Cor blinked a few times, trying to recall what he had been dreaming about. There was nothing. “Weird.” Nyx was still smirking as Cor leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, soft pressure mixed with softer chuckles that devolved into outright laughter as Cor collapsed back into his pillow face-first.

16 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Threats of Violence, but its mostly nyx being dramatic, Galahdian Culture (Final Fantasy XV), Mild Blood, Aggression, Emotional Constipation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crush, NyxWeek2022, Chronic Pain, Cultural Differences Series: Part 3 of NyxWeek2022 Summary:

Nyx loves a good storm, he really does. But the lead up? Not so much. Dealing with the pains of an incoming storm has always left him feeling on edge, but in Insomnia, relief is a lot harder to come by.

Written for NyxWeek2022, Day 3: Storm, Scars.

16 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

Nyx mourns his family and the traditions of Galahd that are made difficult by city life.

Written for NyxWeek2022, Day 1: Tradition.

17 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

CorNyx - either Morning 5 "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you" or Night 18 "Do you want to keep the light on?"? ♥️

18. “Do you want to keep the light on?”

Cor looked like hell. They both did, Nyx knew, but there was something so much worse about seeing the unflappable Immortal exhausted. He’d seen the edges of it before, yeah. The dark circles and the blank looks in response to bad jokes that would usually warrant at least a glare and the minor spelling mistakes in otherwise flawless reports. He’d seen the pile of coffee cups on his desk at disgusting hours in the morning. He’d even seen him with his shirt on backwards, one notable morning, and had the honor of seeing him flush with embarrassment when Nyx pointed it out. This was different. Cor was sitting on one of the cots that had been laid out for them, staring blankly at his phone. The phone that had died about three hours ago, the event of which had elicited a series of expletives from the Marshal that the rest of them had respectfully ignored. Nyx had kept silent on the subject, his own phone long since dead due to its abysmal battery-life, but he knew worry was eating Cor at the seams. Now, alone in the room designated for those ‘off-shift’, Nyx did not know how to approach him. They had only been… whatever it was they were for a short time. It was something so fragile that he was still harboring it from even Libertus, and so tenuous that he was constantly walking on eggshells. He knew Cor was probably worried. They all were, cut off from the outside world and waiting on a signal that might not come. Nyx himself had been pacing so much that he had been ordered by an under-ranking Crownsguard to go cool off, the same soldier that had the brass balls to tell Cor to take a nap in the very same breath. Now, shoved together into the tiny ‘bedroom’ of the safe-house, Nyx could feel the depth of that worry clawing at his skin. “They’re fine,” Nyx said, wincing at the hollow way it fell off his tongue. “Regis, Clarus, the prince. They’re fine. We got the alert, remember? They’re safe in the Citadel.”

Cor did not even grunt in response. He just sat, blank-eyed, staring at the plastic brick in his hands. Nyx swallowed the building unease in his throat, taking a step towards him. Cor did not acknowledge the movement, so Nyx cautiously approached. He knew, on some level, that he was being a bit ridiculous, but at the moment he felt like he was on the very edge of something unknown and did not want to stick his foot through some boundary he’d yet to encounter. “We’re on the south end,” he ventured carefully to the ledge, perching on the cot in front of Cor. “No where near your apartment.” No where near his home. No where near where he kept his heart hidden, as Nyx now knew well, ever since Cor had started to let him in. Cor kept staring at his phone. Nyx took a deep breath, steeling himself for the worst, then took the leap. He put his hand gently over the blank screen. Cor’s eyes shot up to him, instantly sharpening out of their dull revere. Nyx forced down the urge to flinch, but only just. “She’s okay,” Nyx said, soft words from the man with his hand in a dog’s mouth. “You don’t know that,” Cor growled. “No,” Nyx conceded. “But there’s no reason she should have been anywhere near it. Your kid hates crowds, Cor. The speech was televised. There’s no reason she would have gone.” Cor was still glaring at him, blue eyes sharp above bruise-black circles. Watching him, cautious but not quite hostile. Nyx pressed his luck. “She would have told you, right? If she had planned to go?” Nyx did not know if his kid would have told him. Nyx did not know the kid much at all, given the way she avoided him like the plague. But he knew she was reasonably responsible and more than a little shy, and he was banking on her being the sort of kid to stay home and sleep the weekends through. Cor was still staring at him, but his eyes were losing their bite. Just a bit. “Kid’s probably sitting at home, worried just like you, but safe. She wouldn’t want you to be driving yourself up a wall all night. She knows we couldn’t call her, anyway, even if our phone’s weren’t dead. She’s a smart kid.” Nyx continued, gently easing the phone out of Cor’s hand. By some miracle, he let him. Cor buried his face into his newly freed hands, scrubbing at his eyes. “I can’t sleep like this.” “What can I do to help?” Cor glanced up at him, eyes soft now with exhaustion and gentle in the way Nyx had only seen tucked away in the dark of a bedroom. Nyx gave him a small smile. Cor barely managed one in return, eyes darting to the phone in Nyx’s hands before falling back into his cupped palms. “I don’t know,” Cor confessed to the concrete floor. “Distract me?” Nyx bit back a rueful laugh, “don’t think we have enough privacy for that, unfortunately.” Cor shot him a glare that didn’t quite manage it’s usual heat, “I meant talk. About something other than this.” “Now, that,” Nyx chuckled. “That I can do. But you have to lay down, first. I’m not catching you if you fall asleep sitting up.” Cor rolled his eyes, tipping himself backwards into the cot in a way that made the steel frame creak from the effort. Nyx placed Cor’s phone on the folding table beside them before fishing his own out of his pocket and depositing it there too. He almost stood to hit the over-head light switch, before he considered the situation more. “Light on?” “Nah,” Cor said to the ceiling. “Eyes fucking hurt.” Nyx snorted as he took a few steps to hit the switch, the room still illuminated enough from the light spilling in from the ajar door helping him find his way back to the cot. He tipped himself into it with as much grace as Cor, letting himself settle into the familiar cradle of a shit canvas cot.

He reached out across the small gulf between them, palm offered upward. Warm, calloused fingers slipped between his, and the anxiety that was still fluttering in Nyx’s chest finally settled. He rubbed his thumb along the side of Cor’s hand, slow and gentle. “Did I ever tell you about that time we convinced Crowe that unicorns were real?”

17 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cor Leonis/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis, Regis Lucis Caelum, Clarus Amicitia, Libertus Ostium, Crowe Altius, Luche Lazarus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Swearing, Galahdian Culture (Final Fantasy XV), in which i make nyx wrestle his anxiety and do a silly little dance, no beta we die like fools Series: Part 2 of NyxWeek2022 Summary:

His Royal Majesty Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII has asked Nyx to preform a traditional Galahdian dance for him. There is nothing on Eos Nyx wants to do less, but who can say no to a king, really?

Written for NyxWeek2022, Day 2: Dance.

17 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

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