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[meanestmachine]

pierccr replied to your post: @ Prompto.

HE STARTED IT :||

“ HE started it with the hair... It’s not my fault if he can’t handle the truth...!” Caaaaaaaaaan you feeeeel the loooooove tonight?

[regeminlucem-blog]

pierccr replied to your post: “That’s it, I’m making a pun jar. 10 gil in the...

if everyone suffers and there’s no win-win scenario, does this mean everyone lucis?

Groans and holds jar out at Prompto. “You’re not exempt, buddy.”

[princepsomnum-blog]

“Um, I don’t know. I thought they looked kinda dashing.”

Hercules  {Sentence Starters} :: Accepting

“ Dashing isn’t how I would describe them-- ”Well, suppose it was one way of describing them, though thinking back now to their time in that airship, dashing was far from his mind. If there was a word he could describe the Empire, it would definitely be foreboding.

Then again, of there was anyone that was dashing, it would definitely be that Ardyn fellow. Or rather Chancellor Izunia.

“ Though guess they have more character then I first thought they would... ”

[sxrtis]

{ @pierccr | closed starter. }

❝-- These are gorgeous, how could you be so uncertain about your skills?❞

Lunafreya thumbed through the prints, pausing on each one to admire the details of the photographs. He made everything look... magical, almost. As if it was all touched by a ray of sunshine. Each photo somehow exuded happiness -- even in situations where it seemed happiness would not be possible. Pictures of fights captured only in the moments where the boys were cheering their victories, grins and fist bumps galore.

They were breathtaking, and if she had any say in the matter, they would be featured in his own gallery in an exquisite city -- Altissia, perhaps.

❝Prompto, truly. These are stunning.❞   

[jjillekkot]

❛ I came, I saw, I made it awkward. ❜

various starters // @pierccr

It’s not that Yuffie’s never eaten in restaurant, it’s that she’s unfamiliar with diners and of the “simple” like. Dishes like what Ignis makes are more up to speed to her. She’ll admit that she isn’t terribly similar to other girls their age, having not attended Lucian schools nor having to worry about personal costs: but it hasn’t come up as much of an issue!

That is, until she is invited to breakfast one morning, and finds boys scooping into bowls filled with…? 

What is that? 

She leans over to Prom, scoots over next to him as Noctis pulls over a box decorated with colorful chocobos adorned with naval captain hats. With careful precision, she pours the puffed rice cereal and marshmallows into her hand, picks at each piece individually.

「 This is popular back home for you? You’re serious? 」she asks, finishing off remaining pieces before waving over attendant, requests yogurt and muesli for herself.

「 Well, if you say so. 」

[ffamran-archive]

continued from dis

❝THE NAME’S BALTHIER...I have many adoring fans, but YOU are certainly a piece of work...❞ Ｂ✗ █║│︻デ═一

[herotilldawn-blog]

“Nothing is nowhere. When? Never. Makes sense, right?”

history of the entire world, i guess   pt. 1 {Sentence Starters} | Accepting

“Total sense honestly.”When nothing never made any sense, everything tended to make sense. Right? If that made sense he must be on a downward spiral.

[ascendantly]

❝ I’m just a humble bounty hunter, sir. ❞

cowboy bebop starters. ( closed. ) | @pierccr​

   ❛ not after a shot like that, you’re not. that was pretty pro. ❜

     noctis draws the back the back of an arm across his brow, collecting the perspiration from his skin as he reviews their felled hunt, crumpled before him now and through little exertion of his own. with the toe of a fouled boot, he tilts the beast’s head by the jaw, examining the neat hole bored bloody through its temple, staring back up at him. he blinks in response, impressed, thoughtful. he isn’t even sure he could land that shot himself.

   ❛ where was that aim when we used to hit up the arcade? ❜

[santamadrecasino]

@pierccr | [ x ]

         He’s deceived at first, caught in a false sense of safety, that his head would remain intact in the minutes, in there mere seconds to come ; it seems, however, that he’s far too trusting of the other’s motives for the song, for the music ( even should it lower his guard in times as this, picturesque for his ears ).          Though that’s his downfall —  even should, seated, he has no where lower to fall to ; he’s to squawk still as he feels the hands in his hair, as it’s already and assuredly disturbed and disheveled ( it’s a fragile ‘do ), and duck his head as best he may within this position ( this betrayal ).                                                “Hey, hey, now!  Not the hair —- why the hair?”

There isn’t much to be done other than to watch closely the silly indignation so loudly displayed and Goddess forbid him to allow his warming amusement shine through his features. Such vain attempt is certainly frustrated by the genuine honesty of this boy who seems to be incapable of lying through no matter which part of his body; Curls start to invade the corner of his lips as they let slide small and melodious whisper perhaps not as loud as that mourning ( with the only intent of complete the song lyrics before the other could notice ).

                          "You'll never know dear, how much I love you...                                                         Please don't take my sunshine away.”

The apparent contemplative silence lingers in the air for a short while as the mage finally allows a full earnest smile take his lips followed by an assertive nod in a theatrical confirmation that the complaint was taken; “Well, it’s just because your hair was way too perfectly done it wasn’t fair...” Brows rise as that so mean hand shrinks in a fist, the sensation of the thin and silk hair remaining for a bit in the fingers. “And now we are even.”

[visuacri-blog]

Ingredients: 

1 Early morning 3 Potential assistants (pierccr) Help optional 

                           “ ah !!                                     you’re awake !                                    come stir this. “  

[dexturatua]

@pierccr

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – Ignis stood back and looked at the array of flowers, hands raised with his fingers framing the scene like a mock camera scene. While he's definitely not the artist Prompto is with photography-- most of his experience with pictures just being due dates snapped and a few pages from a book too large to take with him here and there-- his judgment was asked for in this matter.

"I think we will need more colors to complement each other. I feel like too much feels monotonous, and perhaps shifting the table just a little bit might make the light hit the petals better?"

[insomnianapster]

@pierccr

Noctis was being quiet, probably a little too quiet than usual since he was trying to fiddle with a small worn out box. Though it looked like he was having some slight troubles with keeping it closed at the top, “C’mon...it’s only going to be for a little while.” 

And the box had a several air holes on the sides, where there was an occasional paw that stuck out of the box in attempts to get out, but he had to figure out how to transport this rather precious cargo. 

He jumped when he heard something from around the corner, almost ready to warp somewhere else but he relaxed a little seeing the glimpse of blond hair, “Shit...D-Don’t scare me like that, Prompto--” 

There was another mewl of protest in the box before the prince directed his attention back to the box, “Shhhh..” He tried to chide at the box. 

[regeminlucem-blog]

@pierccr (from x)

He lets out a snort, elbowing Prompto teasingly in the arm right back. “Sheesh,” he says, but he’s grinning -- well, heck, why not play along. “Of course I am,” he says, trying to return to a more serious expression and failing, lips still tugging up at the edges. “I’m Prince Noctis of the Laundry, protector of washers and dryers and, uh-- innocent clothes everywhere.” Boy, did that sound ridiculous; but funny enough to get another chuckle out of him.

[prudentiae]

@pierccr​ ; delivering the final strike ( starter. )

       “magnificent.” 

       the final outcry of their felled foe mingles with his satisfied hum of approval, dusting his hands in the aftermath, relinquishing his daggers. the honor of their victorious battle rightly belongs to prompto; his piercing shot -- the very comrade that his casual stride brings him near. “might you be in need of a curative to get you up on your feet, or will a hand suffice?” 

[nxctcaelum]

“That’s the trash can. Feel free to visit it any time.”

    Noctis crossed his arms with a smirk. “We’ve known each other for long enough. Bout time you invited me home.” And he elbowed Prompto. Oh yes, he went there.

[nyxperience-blog]

@pierccr | continuation of (x)

A charming smile and tilt of the head. “At least tell me you got my good side.”  The glaive tossed in a wink for good measure. What could be the harm?