#would fairies have daemons? unsure

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been thinking about AF and daemon AU.

i read one fic where artemis had a lemur demon, and i really liked that 👍🏻 like with ms. coulter's daemon, primate daemons are associated with intelligence, but also an element of the cold and calculating, which obviously suits artemis.

however, for me, monkey and great ape daemons also have a touch of brutality or connection to baser instincts. and i don't quite get that same feeling from lemur daemons? i see a lemur daemon as being more in touch with the creative or unconventional. a little more contemplative and reserved. just a touch of whimsy. just as artemis prides himself on maturity, but also chases after fairies.

i get the most artemis vibe from the fork-marked lemur and the silky sifaka, though perhaps the latter is a little too on the nose. they look a little more silly than he would probably prefer, perhaps before she settles she's often in the form of a magpie or other corvid? similar vibe but a little more subdued.

next, butler :) i think a dog daemon is essential for butler for their association with service. my thought process was that it needs to be a dog, something huge and menacing, bite as bad as its bark, but also deeply loving and caring.

regular guard dogs felt right out because there's a persistent hardness to them as daemons. they serve and protect, but where's the softness? now livestock guardians are perfect. they blend in with the herd, take them as family all their own, and the teeth come out for anything that threatens their wooly friends.

here i chose the kangal. the daemon needed to be something big and muscled, but not too fluffy or sweet looking. great pyrenees got ruled out for fluffiness, central asian shepherd dog because their faces look just a little too goofy :p kangals win because they're huge and have a resting bitch face. i also like that the breed is from turkey, a bridge between europe and asia, since butler is described as eurasian.

juliet is a hard one, especially since it's been a while since i've read the books where she's a significant character. the key characteristics i associate with her are strength, extroversion, glitz, and unconventionality, particularly in family expectations. so, my two thoughts:

my first thought was to pair juliet with a wild cat. i think it creates a nice juxtaposition between the butler family expectations of service to the fowl household and her choice to strike out on her own. the same way wild cats may look so much like our pets at home, may not even be physically imposing, but are still dangerous predators. i like caracals specifically because they're a bit stockier in build, and also the ear tufts make them eye-catching like juliet's wrestling outfits :p

not as much thought in choosing the rainbow stag beetle as another option, except that i wanted another option because feline doesn't feel like a 100% fit for juliet to me. "rainbow" stag beetle because jade princess, and a stag beetle because they look tough but mostly they just like to show off (not that juliet isn't actually tough, but she's more interested in the performance than viciousness or sadism.)

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I need to hear all your alicent/criston thoughts after this episode!!! My religious repressed courtly love babes!

(anon i have been singing the "i want more of alicent and criston having scenes together" song since literally episode two it's why i shoved criston into my alicent fic for no reason)

I've said this already but it really is a perversion of Lancelot and Guinevere, a twisted version of the fairy tale trope of the fair maiden and her knight in shining armor. And that's amazing because a lot of GRRM's stuff is about deconstructing things like fairy tale and fantasy tropes, the entire Dance is a deconstruction of the "deposed heir must rally to regain their throne that was stolen by a relative" fantasy/fairy tale plot.

One thing I genuinely really love about Alicent and Criston's dynamic is that it is heavily religion based. It's where they found common cause. Alicent in the scenes we got with her after her marriage to Viserys and before the first time jump is exactly the kind of person who would find solace in religion, a lonely person who is isolated from all her friends, unsure who to trust, in a marriage she did not seek out, no familial support, exactly the kind of person who would look to higher powers to make her feel better, and Criston clearly is already deeply religious based on describing his liaison with Rhaenyra as a sin, even though in the moment the big issue was the violation of the law that had occurred, not the violation of religious norms. It's something that binds them together, and it's something that heavily tinges their interactions.

Criston says in this episode that "every woman is an image of the Mother" and what is Alicent? She's a mother, that's primarily what her role has been throughout her entire marriage (when Viserys wasn't exercising his marital rape license for us to see on screen no I'm never gonna be not angry about that scene) and what a lot of her interactions have been, and not only that, to him she is The Mother, she was the holy figure that appeared out of the fog in the godswood as he was about to kill himself because he'd soiled his cloak and his good name and saved him, in his head she literally redeemed him. And Alicent sees a friend, she sees someone she can bond with, now that her dad is gone and Rhaenyra isn't to be trusted and whatever rapport she has with Larys clearly hasn't been built yet. The scene in her rooms has a cute moment where she pats the bench to have him sit next to her and be more at ease, which I love because it's precious, but also because it shows that she just wants a friend and companion, and Criston is clearly willing to be that for her, and eventually becomes that for her.

They are, simply put, exactly what the other needs, and that's why they cling to each other the way that they do.

But I also appreciate that Criston isn't blindly loyal, that there are things that he won't do, that when Alicent told him to take out Lucerys's eye he said no. I like that it's something he could do without completely breaking whatever's going on with them apart, I like the depth that it adds beyond just the Queen and her gleefully subservient man. He's willing to defend and protect her, yes, like when he goes to enter the fight between her and Rhaenyra and has to be stopped by Daemon (there are parallels there, there's something more to talk about there but now isn't the time), but in this episode, when she goes to shield Aegon and gets him out of the way by telling him to look to Helaena, he doesn't try to dive in front of her, he lets her put herself on the front lines. There is no relationship in this show that is not fraught with power dynamic differentials, and this is the closest we will get to people seeing each other on something that might resemble an equal footing.

It's about trust, it's about bonding, it's about friendship, it's about religious fervor shared, it's about camaraderie, it's about a twist on fairy tale tropes and the nuclear family, it's about Criston feeling "everything" for Her Grace, the Queen, it's about Alicent knowing that and letting it remain present but unspoken nonetheless.

One last thing before I stop subjecting you to my ramblings, anon, and I haven't thought on it much because honestly this was the first episode since, like, episode six to give us any concrete Alicent and Criston scenes, but I think anything they could do with these two would have been so much less impactful if there'd been any kind of physical intimacy. It really works that they're both so determined to be honorable and good and pious that they wouldn't go there, or even think about talking about anything that would bring them there, and it really drives home their twisted version of courtly love (love is for love's sake so no fucking, Alicent is the exalted lady therefore Criston cannot sully her with something as sinful as fucking, love being an enobling factor so we can't endanger that with fucking, the unfulfilled desire that is literally the basis of courtly love so in order not to have the whole thing fall apart, no fucking).

I'm really looking forward to how they explore that more, especially once the Dance starts and all the traumatic things happen (Blood and Cheese are gonna happen early on in season 2 and Alicent was there for that, I'm ready to see the aftermath!!)

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Unsure if the ask was sent since my computer crashed so sending it again, woo. I'm basically imagining a what if where The Emerald City troupe somehow enters one of your FFXV AUs and holds a show. Galahdians come and are like wondering if they somehow stepped into a fairy ring, since they see two girls somehow creating illusions that trick your mind, a boy gliding through air without any wire or mechanism, a horrifying daemon that can talk and somehow is not attacking anyone, 1/?

bluepaladine

said:

Another boy who can change forms at will and always speaks in cryptic sentences. Finally they see the Ringleader, a boy who is both young and ancient, who has seen millennia and only seen years, who seems to be from the past, present, and future all at once. (The gremlins decided to hold a show with their semblances since they basically got nothing to hide from in this universe anyways, meanwhile Torchwick is going crazy back in their home universe) 2/2 Sidenote: Finally got a tumblr acc yay

Me: *laughs quietly* oh gosh this would be chaos central. The kids putting on a show and some of the Galahdians coming to see and being both amazed and Terrified. Because surely they have stepped into the domain of the Old Folk to be seeing this. Magic and wonders and monsters that do no harm. And they all tentatively follow any rule they can puzzle out for fear that the little Ringmaster who is child but ancient and deadly but kind will not let them go. But he does, and the next day they tentatively return to find that the tent and everything else associated with it has vanished like it never was.

They are understandably freaked out.

[littledraga]

Moonstone and Sunshine Chapter 2

Posted, I will figure out links when I’m not running late for work. Enjoy!

The first thing Ignis noticed when he started to come to was humming. It was a tune he remembered, somehow.It felt like the memory of a memory. The voice was soft and kind, and he wished he could lay here and listen to this voice all day. Though he wasn’t sure where here was yet. Where ever it was, it was soft and warm. He wanted to nuzzle deeper into the softness, but fingers were threading gently through his hair. Ignis couldn't remember when he had felt so relaxed. If it ever ended, he knew it would be too soon.

Slowly opening his eyes, he looked up to eyes that shone like moonstones and started. The memory of waking up this morning came flooding back to him. Trying to sit up a strong arm pressed him back down. Panic bubbled in his chest at how easy he was pushed back down; he should have been capable. Eyes darting around he found he was laying in the other man's lap and felt heat creep back into his cheeks.

The other had gone back to humming and running his fingers through his hair. The thought of struggling, just rolling away came to him, but he found himself unable. More he just didn’t want to. Ignis found himself relaxing in spite of himself and eventually let his eyes close and enjoy the attention.

That seemed to satisfy the other, Prompto; he reminded himself. The humming stopped, and he spoke, his voice was still cheerful but quieter now, seemly aware of Ignis' distress.

"That's better. You don't remember bringing me here do you?" Ignis' eyes shot open, staring up at the other. Ignis knew he had stayed home that night and gone to bed alone, Prompto had to be lying. He laughed this time, and it was warm, like the perfect cup of coffee in the cold mornings of winter.

"I guess not. You brought me here when you used the page. "Sunshine, oh what did you say." He spoke Niflse, the word from the book Ignis had struggled with yesterday.

"Ah, tart." He giggled again, an impish sound. Ignis was nearly frustrated with how much he enjoyed the other man’s voice.

"I guess it's a good way to translate it. I don't know how to either." Pausing, the blond worried over his bottom lip before speaking again.

"I guess the easiest way to say it; You summoned an imp? A Fairy, or do you call us all daemons now?"

Ignis scuffed at the word daemon, turning to look out the window. The sun was shining brightly through the large windows, casting its warm light on both of them.

"Well you aren't a daemon, or you'd be dead in the sunlight." Prompto made an uncomfortable sound at the notion, and Ignis felt guilt grip him. Ignis was a good diplomat, but this was far more difficult, he should be kinder. Turning to face Prompto, he tried to smile.

"That's a good thing though, right? Well maybe not," Ignis hummed and thought aloud, "I don't really understand, for all I know you'll kill me anyway."

Prompto suddenly stood, crawling back up onto the bed curling his legs in on himself and staring out the window, refusing to look at Ignis.

Ignis sat up rubbing the back of his head from where it hit the carpet. That must have been the wrong answer then, not that he knew what the right one was. How was he supposed to know what fairies did with humans, they weren't supposed to exist.

Looking him over, Ignis took a chance to fully look him over. His hair seemed to be a little more tamed as it framed his face, and skin was fair and covered in freckles. They dusted over his cheeks over his shoulders, and he was sure he could see some on his chest as he hugged his knees to him. He was beautiful, though maybe all fairies were, he didn't know.

"So, if you're not going to kill me, what now?" Shining eyes turned to glare at him, and he saw they shown with tears instead of laughter. For all of his training, Ignis was still terrible with people on a personal level, and it shone through now more than ever.

"You summoned me! Why would you think I would kill you?" His voice was loud now, yelling at Ignis from his perch on the bed. Tears spilled from his eyes and down his cheeks and Ignis was on his feet before he knew what was happening. Nearly falling onto the bed Ignis wrapped his arms around Prompto and held him against his chest. It was a strange urge, needing to hold him and comfort him so, but Ignis needed to make it right.

"I'm sorry, Prompto. I didn't mean to make you cry. The page promised sunshine and spontaneity. I thought maybe it'd encourage me to try new things and bring happiness. I wasn't expecting to wake up to a man in my bed." There was that giggle again as Prompto relaxed and leaned against Ignis. The more he giggled, the more Ignis never wanted to let the other man go. This was a lot to take in at once, or even at all he thought.

Looking up to Ignis, though he felt it more than he saw it, the blond tucked under his chin. Prompto spoke again, his voice wavered, but he sounded better than before. Little victories Ignis supposed.

"That's what I am, or at least what I do. I bring sunshine and spontaneity to your life. I'll be here for you when you feel sad or stuck. It's my job to make you happy and encourage you to try new things. Like playing with magic!" The words sank in, and Ignis felt his mind go fuzzy.

"You'll be here?" He's pretty sure he felt a nod against his chest.

"Right, I'll be with you. Or I can stay here if you'd rather." Prompto was just fine with it, and Ignis was confused. This ordeal sounded like a terrible deal for the young blond.

"But, does that mean you're trapped? Did," he swallowed and licked his lips, had this been a mistake?

"Did I trap you with that book? Is that what this is?" Prompto suddenly pulled away, putting enough distance between them to thoroughly look at his face. Ignis thought he was studying him before a broad smile broke across his face.

"You're a good human. I like you." Ignis blinked in surprise, that was hardly an answer to his question. Honestly, that only gave him more concerns. Before he could press, mouth opening, Prompto shook his head and held a finger to Ignis’ lips. The contact made Ignis blush again. There had been a lot of touching this morning, more than he had felt in a long time.

"You're over thinking everything. I take care of you, and you take care of me. That's all there is to it." Take care of Prompto? Ignis tried to talk around the finger on his lips, and Prompto giggled again, pulling his hand away.

"And how do you take care of a fairy, might I ask?" The blond shrugged a shoulder and smiled. Ignis knew he was in over his head, but he couldn't find it himself to care. Right now everything felt right like this was how things were supposed to be. And for now, this was how it was so it was better to get used to the idea.

"Well, why don't we start with breakfast? What would you like?" Eyes wide Prompto felt like he was vibrating in his arms.

"Really? I get to pick breakfast?" At that moment he looked childlike, beaming at the offer. Ignis could only nod.

"Toast!" He exclaimed and paused, pursing his lips, "Not toast toast. The sweet toast. On the stove and you put syrup on it." For the first time that morning, Ignis laughed. A full laugh that left Prompto looking up at him, almost affectionately. Clearly pleased with himself at least.

"French toast it is, then. Come, come, I can't do anything about it in here, let's get to the kitchen." Squealing with delight, Prompto was up and out the bedroom door in a flash.

Standing up Ignis thought about making his bed, but that could wait. He had a fairy to care for he supposed. For now, that came first.

Looking across the table at the other, Ignis chuckled quietly behind his hand. Prompto had gone overboard with the syrup, and it was covering his face.

"I think a shower is in order after breakfast." Prompto's face dropped at the words, but he nodded. Ignis was perplexed, but unsure how to ask so stayed quiet instead. The rest of breakfast was silent, even as Prompto helped load the dishwasher. Guiding Prompto to the bathroom, he pulled out his favorite towel. It was huge, fluffy, green and the softest of all of them.

"Is it safe to assume you know how to work a shower?" The blond nodded, fidgeting with the waistband of his pants. Ignis couldn’t fathom why Prompto was nervous over a shower, but it was necessary, and he was willing so he would wait to push the issue.

"Alright, let me know when you've finished, please. I'd like to start my day with a shower as well." Prompto looked up suddenly, eyes wide again, this time it seemed in shock instead of excitement.Again Ignis was confused, but this time, “Is there something the matter, Prompto?”

With a shake of his head, Prompto smiled up at Ignis, moving to the shower. Entirely unconvinced, Ignis stepped out of the room, there were still things that needed to be done after all.

After tidying up his bedroom, Ignis made his way back to the kitchen. He would need to make sure Prompto had something for lunch while he was gone. Introducing the prince to a fairy he had summoned playing with a spellbook hardly felt like a good idea. For the first time this morning, it fully dawned on him. Ignis Scientia, one of the smartest men in Insomnia, advisor to the heir apparent, had not only been playing with magic, but he had summoned a being because of it.

Letting out a rather unbecoming groan, Ignis leaned against the counter he was working on. One hand braced against it, the other slid under his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. There may not have been laws against using magic, but nothing he had read had ever mentioned summoning something that wasn’t supposed to exist. He would have to talk to someone about this eventually. Until then, Ignis went back to work preparing lunch for his new companion. He could figure everything out later.

It wasn’t long after Ignis had finished preparing sandwiches and a light salad that Prompto emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp, clinging to his face. Eyes lingering on soft cheeks and pink lips, Ignis forced his eyes away as he felt them travel down to follow the trail of freckles that speckled against his skin.

“I have duties that need attending too, so I’ve prepared you a lunch,” gesturing to the small spread in front of him before he started to place them in the fridge to keep.

“I’m not sure what you like so I made a few different kinds. Hopefully, you will find some of them to your liking.” As Prompto looking over the sandwiches, Ignis tried to ignore the way his bottom lip began to protrude. He wasn’t sure if he could handle Prompto being upset again.

The blond looked up at him through thick lashes, hair still clinging to his face. He looked so innocent and sweet, Ignis had to fight back the urge to hold him again. His resolve slipped farther with the soft words the other murmured.

“You’re going to leave me alone, already? Did I do something wrong?” Again tears shone in those moonstone eyes, and Ignis couldn’t stop himself as he bundled Prompto against his chest. It was the first time he could take in the size difference between them as the blond tucked neatly under his jaw as Prompto pressed his face against the hollow of his throat.

“I’m sorry, Prompto. You’ve done nothing wrong. I just have things to attend to and bringing you with me would cause questions I don’t have answers for right now.” As he spoke, Ignis gently rubbed Prompto’s back, grateful that he was relaxing under the touch. Feeling Prompto wrap his arms around his middle, arms warm against his bare skin, Ignis felt heat flood his face. Pulling Prompto away from him as quickly, and gently as he could, he tried to smile down at him.

“I’m sorry, I need to get ready for work now. Why don’t you watch some television while you wait? Or I have a selection of books for you to choose if you’d rather?” Prompto smiled warmly at the mention of books and nodded. Setting Prompto up with a book had been simple enough, and now he lay on the couch reading happily. Taking advantage of the time, Ignis slipped away to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

“I’ll be back later tonight. I’ll make dinner when I do, alright?” A quiet hum was his only response, and Ignis chuckled as he stepped out the door. If only his charge were as avid of a reader as Prompto.

Making his way down the hall, Ignis checked his schedule on his phone. Once he dropped Noctis off at the Citadel, he could use the libraries to find out what he could about what he’d done for an hour before he had to begin his training with the crownsguard and his studies. If he managed to rush through his own work, he could get more time for his personal research.

[backseat-imagines]

How would the Chocobros react to their shy and short beloved, S/O, being a Shiva-like fairy (as well as Shiva's baby sister)?

I got an order of frosty apostles coming right up!

Noctis wasn’t quite sure what Gentiana meant when she had once told him that he’d have a fragment of herself to always watch over him. Maybe if she said she was watching over him in spirit but… that’s not entirely what she meant.

It was only until much later that he figured it out; a friend, who only very recently went steady with him, had to disappear for just a short while- Only to return and appear out of nowhere, by Gentiana’s side. And only to appear just to freeze a whole squadron of MTs and daemons and without the use of having to toss out a bottle of elements like any of them had to he had to.

Noctis is a smart boy, it doesn’t exactly take him long (not even a whole 2 seconds) to realize what this means.

The gig is up and they show themselves for who they really are, and Noct has so many questions. Mostly of why they never seemed to be there to help when it counted most- like the incident surrounding Leviathan. “I can not interfere with the plans and wishes of the other Astrals.” Okay, fine. But what about the train then?

Maybe it’s a little unfair to be unloading all of those pent up feelings though, even if they do have a relation to the almighty Glacian and that happens to grant them power beyond most anything.

But above all else he’s mostly unsure about them just due to this newfound knowledge. Knowing that the Astral’s are tied to his family and his destiny; there is a difference of them being involved in his life and fate, and actually being involved with him. Surely they know what lies in store for him? But if that’s what they want then might as well let them enjoy he ride while it even lasts.

The time of darkness came to pass, and it didn’t take too long for Ignis to start getting back to feeling like he had his old life back- as least as far as fighting and cooking went. All that was mostly thanks to Cor and his love for trying to help him get back on that track.

But once he had gotten back and was trying to fight on his own again, that was when they started to disappear on him. Even though he was sure they were more than capable of taking care of themselves, this was a world filled with daemons. It was had to not worry. Especially since anymore he hardly got to see them- it seemed like they were out fighting almost 24/7. While that was noble of them… Ignis was ready to plead with them to sit back and take a moment to take care of themselves before they worn down and got themselves hurt- or worse.

In fact that’s what he had set out to do when he had Talcott drive him to the destination they were last in. It’ll be the first time in a couple of weeks that he even got to hear their voice in person…

Lo and behold, when he found them they were in the middle of a fight. Ronin, Arachne- that’s all the monsters he could hear. But as soon as he stepped up to aid them, throwing his daggers into the spine of Arachne, more trouble came to try and stamp on them. Just from listening he could hear it was a terrifyingly large hoard, and they were closing in around him. But then the air around him turned cold, the sounds of the monsters stilled and quieted, and all of the sudden all he could hear was shattering. What… just went on?

“My dear, would you mind filling me in on what exactly just happened? Spare me no exclusion of detail…”

First Leviathan was the plot-twist in his life and now… One of the pieces to Shiva? Did the Astrals have it in for him or what?

Ignis reserves his belief for a second until a cold palm touches him and icy breath blankets over his jaw and he can feel the shards of ice forming on him already. He pulls back away from their touch.

Ignis is skeptic about them now. For what business does an Astral have with him? Any business they have with a human, outside of the kings or the oracles, likely can’t bode well. And if they were here just because they wanted to be with him- what a silly notion; a lifelong relationship to him will seem like a brief summer fling in their life. They’ll outlive him for a good long time, so what were they coming to gain from something that will be so short lived?

Gladio thought there was something a little different about them. They always seemed to be up at all times of the day and they never seem to get exhausted. They had knowledge of times that had long since passed that was never in the history book that he knew and it was almost like they were a scholar. Extreme heat didn’t seem to bug them, come to think of it he never caught them really sweating, and holding their hand through the hot and humid streets of Lestallum they still felt relatively cool.

All of it he brushed off. Some people needed less rest. Maybe their body was really good at regulating it’s own temperature. And it’s not impossible for people to have read or heard a different (sometimes more correct) spin of history. The only part that started to make him think something was a little different was every now and then their eyes seem to flash another color.

What finally gave it away was after Gladio had went through Gilgamesh’s trial and emerged victorious. Wanting to test his newfound strength, they offered to spar with him. They had greatly underestimated him to begin with, so lord only knows how unprepared they were when Gladio hauled off after them and put all of his power into it.

Before they knew it they had to hold off his greatsword with their own hands. As soon as cold steel made contact everything in a short radius was covered in snow and ice- and through the cloud of frost that puffed out he could see the glowing of their eyes- they were an entirely different color again- and patches of their skin changed too.“The hell?”“Far better than I was expecting. O’ shield of the one true king, the true trial of your merit is nigh.”

Gladio certainly didn’t expect for them to have transformed on him like they had. But one thing was for sure, it actually explained a whole lot.

I don’t imagine Gladio gets himself too excited for it. He’ll prod them over their past, after all who wouldn’t be curious? But he doesn’t make too big of a deal. (Though he is proud of himself for getting a chance to be smashin’ what’s essentially a deity by Eos standards. Who else has that kind of bragging right?)

“I have a secret to show you.” They coo playfully into Prompto’s ear. Prompto loves secrets. He likes to poke his nose in where he can, like with how he tried to peek in Noct and Luna’s book or when he was trying to listen in on more of the scoop about the Nifs from Aranea. He often eaves dropped as well, both accidental and purposeful, and it was something he just couldn’t help but to do! Now that they have a secret for him? He was all too happy to let them lead him by the hand just to learn something juicy about them.

“Uhh, babe? Why are we outside?” For some odd reason they lead him outside, drawing him deeper into some woods and stopping by the lake. They gave no verbal answer, they only told him to “stay there, and watch” while they stepped closer to the body of water.

A polar wind started to blow and a sudden frost started twirling in the air. The clothes on their body had begun to disappear and suddenly their hair and skin started to turn into the colors of an iceberg.Were they? No- can’t be? But they are?

The lake had gone frozen, and they were standing on top of it’s ice. “Apostle of Shiva” they call themselves and beckoned him over why extended out their hand for him to take. He does- skin felt colder than the dead.

Prompto gets struck by wonder and awe first- who would have ever thought someone as cute and as meek a them would have been- “Oh. Em. Gee. I need to get a couple shots of this!” He says excitedly as he reaches for the camera. Prompto is a curious one; non-stop clicks of the camera, trying to capture every angle, and as he does so he’s full of nothing but questions. What’s it like? Have you ever shattered anything- a person? Do you cool your own glass before taking a drink? Let’s say if I licked your hand… would my tongue get stuck? What are the others like? What the Shiva herself?

But the sense of wonder eventually fades and a sense of unease rests in his belly. Being in the presence of someone who was god-like was awfully daunting, even more so than being around royalty- he feels lowly. And all of the sudden he feels so small.

Don’t get him wrong, it’s cool and all, but out of all the people in Eos, why did they choose him of all people? A lingering thought keeps coming back to haunt him of what if this was some kind of even the Gods of Eos were just wanting to use him as some kind of amusement.

[the-livewire-blog1]

@starscourgedking

Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ strange mix of boring and pitiful to watch a Magitek vomit his emotions at his feet. Fears of becoming what he was, fears of his purpose in life, even though he was blessed with such a simple one; to serve the Empire. Prompto had managed to fail in even that.

Still, he had found a use for the man in realising his value to his friends. Noctis would come running to save him, and walk into every little trap on the way.

Until that time, Ardyn was stuck with this.

“I’ll tell you a little story,” He replied to Prompto’s piteous plea, “and perhaps it will ease your heart somewhat. Once upon a time, there was a man, a healer if you will. He was very good at that, and a well enough king if the records hold true. One day, the king and his guard went to save the world from a twisted little parasite that had rained upon the world, one that turned men into monsters. The healer absorbed all those parasites, all those monsters, that he might save the people. And, as he had the light of the Oracle with him, he could stave off the darkness he had absorbed. Win-win, as it were. And oh, they rejoiced for this…but the gods did not. The gods, you see, have such a specific plan in place, and they are shackled with pride…to stray from this plan, to better their judgement, wounds their pride. They tore the light away from the healer, reclaimed the power of the Oracle from him, and left him in that darkness…one parasite was enough to drive a man quite mad, but millions…

“Well…the healer spoke very similar words to you just now. He begged the gods to kill him instead, in fear of what he would become. That he would have no choice in what the darkness would make him. The gods refused to grant him this too, and at the time, the healer cursed them all in his mind…but in hindsight, he began to see this as a blessing. He embraced his purpose in life, instead of merely giving up and twisting into some boring daemon…” Ardyn made to grab Prompto’s jaw to look in his eyes as he concluded his tale, “…He decided to wage war on the gods…so, Prompto, how about it? Instead of running scared of your life, of what you are…why not embrace it? You cannot choose what you are, Prompto…but you can chose what it will make you.” 

Prompto felt like he was being torn apart, only from the inside. He didn’t want to be a daemon... Gods, it was terrible. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to breathe. He was tired of trying to fight against Ardyn, tired of trying to.. stay alive. But becoming a daemon was the worst thing that could happen. Prompto looked up at him as he mentioned a story. What could it possibly be about?

He didn’t want to listen anyways, trying to focus on fighting whatever was tearing him up inside. Prompto wasn’t eager about story time with Ardyn, but hoped it could help give him some answers. He didn’t truly understand what he was talking about. He had questions but he didn’t ask them. He stayed, curled up at his feet, hardly looking up at him.

Prompto wondered how Ardyn knew this. “I-Isn’t this.. just a fairy tale?” He asked quietly, unsure of himself. He wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself. He didn’t know what to do. He was being torn apart slowly, and he hated it so much. Ardyn had triggered something inside him, something that he was meant to be- but... he didn’t want to be a daemon.

He continued to listen to him, almost whimpering at the thought of being denied death. Prompto’s jaw was grabbed and he lifted his head, looking up at him. “B-But I don’t-” He was terrified, terrified of the monster he’d become. At a particularly sharp pain, he yanked himself away, crying out in pain. Whatever it was, it was getting to be too much. Prompto reached up, grabbing his head and pulling at his hair.

Then, his vision got strange. For a second, it blurred. Then, he began to feel liquid leak from the corners of his mouth and eyes. “O-Oh gods-” Prompto stuttered out, feeling cold. He looked down at his hands, looking as his skin turned ashen, veins standing out, black against his skin. “W-What did you do-” Prompto’s voice was pitched higher, distressed. But, there were certain tones underneath his voice.

“W-What do I do-?” Prompto asked Ardyn. “I-I’m-” He wanted to cry. He didn’t want to be an MT but this was seemingly worse. The tearing feeling he felt slowly settled, calming down but leaving the blond shaking. He seemed... felt.. stuck? “W-What happened?” Prompto looked up at Ardyn, as if he had all the answers in the world.

[ronsenburg]

why can i only write sad things

I haven’t written anything of substance in over five years, and I have all these sweet, sappy headcanon ideas that I want to get out, but the only thing that is coming is THIS- 

Prompto loses track of time, eventually.

The moment Noctis disappears, so does the light. They try, at first, to keep to some schedule, searching through the “day” and making camp in what would be the night. But with each day that passes, the amount of daemons they encounter increases, until finding a safe place to camp becomes a luxury they’re rarely afforded. More often than not, Prompto sleeps in short stretches huddled behind a rock, Gladio’s jacket spread under him to keep the moisture from seeping into his clothes. Despite his dreams of a golden sunset over a wide open road, when he opens his eyes, the darkness remains. He can feel his body slowly forget the rhythm of day and night, that final fragment of normalcy drifting away until he sleeps only when he can no longer bear the burden of being awake.

They travel this way for days, or weeks, or months. Prompto can no longer be sure. Each village they encounter, once bustling hubs of civilization, has crumbled into ruins, inhabited only by a host of goblins and giants.

Noctis is no where to be found.

Prompto’s body begins to slow. He can feel his reflexes lagging with each new battle, his aim slipping as his eyes take longer and longer to find focus in the dark. A chill settles into his chest. He falls into unconsciousness shivering and wakes abruptly, gasping for breath as a cough rattles through him. Ignis sits near him silently, a warm hand placed steadily against his back until his breath comes naturally once more. Prompto falls back asleep with his head resting against the other man’s shoulder, listening to the sound of his even breath.

They push on.

At each town, Prompto collects relics of the people who had once lived there. In his camera bag he carries a battered stuffed bear, a leather bound book of fairy tales, half a porcelain teacup, and a tarnished silver ring. Gladiolus admonishes him each time he stops, concerned that the weight- both literal and emotional- will slow him down, but the pieces are too important to leave, a quiet memorial to the lives they had failed to save. Behind the counter of a diner Prompto finds a letter, hastily scribbled on the back of an old order ticket.

My darling, it reads, Where are you?

We can’t stay here.

Headed to the cave.

Please meet us there.

He wonders if they made it or if the virus had found them first.

He leaves the letter on the counter, just in case.

At first, Prompto is conflicted, unsure whether he can continue to fight knowing that each bullet that fires from his gun will connect with a creature that was, however distantly, once human. He wonders if any part of them can still remember what it was like before- the taste of homecooked food, the warmth of the sun as it hit skin? He wonders if he had never escaped the capital, would he remember? Would he have ever known in the first place? And is it fair for him, so close to becoming one of them, to be the one to end their lives?

But when an iron giant appears from behind them, looming imposingly above Ignis, Prompto doesn’t hesitate. Three shots ring out, loud and sudden against the darkness, connecting with the daemon’s flesh. 

The giant staggers, one shoulder obviously damaged, but doesn’t fall. He watches as it rights itself, it’s remaining arm raising a sword high above it’s head.

Prompto turns at the sound of Ignis’s cane clattering to the ground.

AND-

It needs stiches. Ignis does the best he can to mend it, but potions have long run out and the supplies in their first aid kit are low. Blood seeps slowly through his bandage, and Gladio winces.

“I believe it’s time we returned to Cape Caem.” Ignis says finally.

It feels, suddenly, like all the air has vanished from his lungs. Prompto hears himself protest, but isn’t aware of the decision to speak. “We haven’t found Noct yet.”

Ignis is silent.

“He didn’t stop looking for me!” Prompto yells desperately, but the words are punctuated by a deep cough, strong enough to make his body shake. He weezes as he struggles to catch his breath.

Ignis’s tone remains even. “And what benefit will you be to Noctis if you die in the process?”

Prompto looks to Gladiolus for support, only to find the other man regarding Ignis solemnly. “You sure?” he asks, and Ignis nods once.

Gladio grits his teeth.

“Time to pack up.”

- AND ITS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE.

[goldenchocobo]

Because you said fairies, wizards, werebeasts and vampires would have Dæmons, does this mean that the mythical creatures I listed recently, along with sprites, selkies, archdemons, Atlanteans, cambions, cecaelias, fallen angels, Djinn, imps, leprechauns, nephalem, nephilim, nymphs, tengu and trolls have Dæmons as well, in spite of being unsure about all of them?

Wizards, werebeasts and vampires are humans turned monsterous and/or magical from normal humans (usually) So they’d have Daemons, as they were human before their transformation (or attained magical ability).

Sprites, Trolls, Selkies and Leprechauns are Fae- so they could have a Daemon, but it would be strange or unusual, like the Fae we read about in the book- she has an entire cloud of butterflies as her Daemon; possibly.

 Archdemons, Nephilim, and Imps are Demons or Angles- and Angles in the books appear and do not have Daemons. 

Djin are spirits/otherworldly beings

Nymths are usually classed under a nature Spirit or I think lesser god?

Tengu are Yokai.

Cecaelias are classed as ‘creatures’ and fall under the same class as ‘half-human, half_’

The only two in the ‘maybe’ pile are: Cambions- since they’re half human. And Atlantians- depending if you go with the myth of them being advanced humans living on an island (yes to having Daemons), or merfolk (under the same class as ‘half-human, half_’ .)

I had to google what Nephalem were and the first sentence google provided me with was: 

“ The Nephalem were the first humans upon Sanctuary, created as a result of the union between Angels and Demons. The creation process is unknown, although it is for certain completely unlike human procreation. Such a Celestial union granted the Nephalem great power. “

So in Diablo lore at least- they’re human, just made differently.