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Jun 23 2017, 04:13 PM
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<center><div class="promptocon"><div class="promptoimage"><div class="promptohover"><div class="promptotag">Noctis Lucis Caelum</div><div class="promptonotes"><marquee> so I had figured starting from him trying to actually talk to him after school would be a good start and then that happened and it's so bad, I'm so sorry. Blame my anger and annoyance with boss.
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<div class="promptolyrics">childhood dreams</div>
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Prompto hid, it was what he seemed to do best. Hid behind whatever he could find near the school entrance and watch. Every day seemed to be the same. He'd tell himself that today would be the day. Today he was going to talk to him and try to take the first step towards friendship. He felt as though he'd made a promise, felt like he had an obligation and he knew he'd make good on it. But every day, without fail, his thoughts took control. Fingers played gently with the edges of his shirt, rubbing the seams together and pulling down on the edges. More attempts at hiding something. Hiding his weight, hiding himself. If he hid well enough, maybe the world would go past him and ignore his very existence. Then he could just watch and try to grab at some sort of courage.
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Every day tended to go the same. He'd wait, he'd try to tell himself he would do it, then realize he wasn't good enough and skulk away. The scenic route home tended to follow. A picture here, a dinner purchase there. He was a work in progress, and he needed to make himself good enough. But what actually constituted as good enough when the person he wanted to talk to was royalty. 'I'll never be good enough...' The echoing words in his head always the start of it. Eyes focused towards him, dipping away any second he though he was noticed. 'Look at me...' Looking down, he continued to pull at his shirt. What if he really would never be good enough? Then... then he'd never actually talk to him.
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It was such a should he, shouldn't he battle, it always was but in that moment he realized he just had to. No matter how difficult. His fingers tightened, nails digging through the edge of his shirt into the palm of his hand. His head looked up, peering around the pillar again towards him. Waiting. Always waiting for that car. If he didn't hurry he'd miss his chance and who knew when he'd get the courage to do it again. "You can't do this." The discouragement came as a surprise even to him before he shook his head. No, he could and he would. Prince or not... worthy or not. But he couldn't get his feet to move. He never could.
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It wasn't until he caught sight of the car pulling up that he realized he was gonna miss his chance. Just move one step. He knew he could do it. Squeezing his eyes shut a moment, he pulled down on his shirt one more time before letting go of it and moving. "Uh, Pri-Prince? Prince Noct-ah." Perhaps going a bit too fast, and most definitely not looking out, he tripped, falling forward. Again. Why did this have to happen? Oh and by the six, right after he'd called out to him. If the prince heard him, he would have seen it. Maybe he just shouldn't bother. Maybe he should listen to himself and just go home, accept he wasn't worth the other boy's attention.
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Maybe if he stayed still for long enough, let people walk around him, he really could manage to just disappear. Just for a little while.
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May 10 2017, 09:01 PM
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<div class="failtext">That voice. "Ardyn..." His tone was no more than a quiet breath against the concrete. It was exactly who he thought he'd hear, but hoped he wouldn't. Like this could have just been some sort of sick and twisted joke, some sort of mistake. Maybe even just a dream that felt all too real. But alas, he simply wasn't that lucky. His eyes snapped towards the daemon that had taken him, wincing as he did so. It was those eyes again. He didn't need to see the man to know the face he must have been wearing at the moment. Even the attempt to turn his eyes downward, shutting them tight, he could see it. If only it wasn't so vividly burnt into the back of his eyelids. His head tucked slightly as if it'd keep him safe, he started to squirm again. Every small footstep meant the man was coming closer and closer, if he could just get himself out of these before he was too close, then perhaps he'd have some kind of chance. If he used a more useful weapon, perhaps it'd be far easier to escape.
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Even then, he doubted it.
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The squirms and jerks all but stopped when he could practically feel the man right by him, hear his voice hovering just above him. 'If I don't look at him, maybe this will all go away.' A feeble thought, hopeful one that perhaps it's still possible to wish he'd manage to wake again and be back in his bed. Or surrounded by the monsters in the plains, the idea of being overpowered by daemons on the way home, staying there, was far more pleasant than acknowledging the fact that Ardyn had actually gotten him. He'd hoped if the chancellor didn't know where he lived, what place he went back to at night, he'd never have to deal with him again. Or, if he did, it'd be in the brightly lit and populated areas of Sanctum, trying to keep him believing that it was just the two of them. He even tried shifting just slightly to attempt to pinch himself, but it was all for naught.
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It felt impossible to keep his eyes away once he felt the man kneeling there, knowing those sick eyes were not just staring but wandering over him as if analyzing prey. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, panic wanting to well up all the more but he did his best to try and swallow it. It took force to make his bright blues meet the glowing yellow pair above. "Why... why are you doing this!?" The question slipped out before he even realized it was on his tongue, his voice holding the slight tinges of the panic he was trying so hard to hold back now. He wanted to go back to the familiar lie of 'it's just the two of them' but the longer he looked at the man, the more he realized he likely knew the truth. Which meant he failed his king already. And for what? Because he was too scared to tell his friends about the devil hiding in the corner? Some crownsguard he turned out to be.
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It was hardly any relief hearing the man say he wasn't here to kill him. There were far worse things than death, even Prompto understood that. Things he hardly wanted to experience. And that touch, light as it might have been, almost felt like it was meant to burn him. He shifted his gaze away, his head jerking away as best he could to keep that hand away from him. He could practically feel his cheek tingling where he'd been touched for no other reason than his own mind wishing to keep him reminded of what the thing had just done. A light touch, something so simple, still enough to make him want to reel away. He could hardly imagine what the man had in store, but already he wanted no part of it.
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It was hardly surprising that Ardyn thought of this as a game. Of course it was a game. A twisted little game, but of what? Did he really want to know the answer to that question? Unlikely. He wished he could have ignored the statement entirely, but the small mention of a 'hero' had his attention snapping right back to the man. No he couldn't allow that... But he was in no position to say otherwise. Was it better to not want rescue, though? If it meant keeping Noct safe, meant keeping him far away from the chancellor... he supposed yes. Ardyn already said he wouldn't let him die. But at the same time, the blonde didn't want to be stuck here. Instead of words, he tried wrestling harder with the restraints, but to no avail. 'Shit...' The quiet curse echoed in his mind.
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The newest round of attempted escape halted at the sight of his phone. His firsts instinct was to try and feel around his pockets for where it should be but, of course, the restraints made that nigh impossible. As if he really needed to feel around to know that it wouldn't be there. "They don't need to know anything. Leave them alone!" It was the closest to an admittance that they were here he'd managed to get, but there was no way that Ardyn thought they weren't anymore. He wanted them to just be safe. It didn't matter that his words were likely as useless as he was.
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He looked away again, trying to hide his face when he took notice to what Ardyn was doing. Mentally framing him up. He was going to be turned into some piece of art for Ardyn's frightening game. "Why don't we just not take a picture..." His words were meant to be defiant but they lacked every bit of strength that would have helped to portray that. Before he can even manage to say anything else, he feels the pain of his hair being threaded through and yanked up on sharply, making him look up again. Fear started to light up his eyes, his heart beat now all to audible in his ears. He tried to jerk out of the grip only to bring a bit more pain, though he did his best to not let out a sound. It was made a bit harder when the blade appeared in his hand. He grinded his teeth harshly to keep himself from making so much as a peep when he felt the cut. It stung quite a bit, but he told himself he'd been through worse. The faint sensation of blood already dripping down was incredibly uncomfortable, though.
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The question was aimed at him, he wasn't quite sure what to say. Instead of words, he attempted to do what any valiant victim did when they were trying to keep from giving their captor satisfaction, he tried to shake his head before spitting out at him. In all honesty, it was only because no witty sort of remark seemed to come to his thoughts.
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<marquee>sorry this is crap >////<</marquee>

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"Say cheese!" The faint smile on the boy's lips never left as he watched the small family pose, repeating the word back at him. The hesitated for just a second, taking a breathe as he made sure the camera was steady before click. Pressing down the button on the top, no sign of a flash telling the family that the photo was taken. Pulling the camera up, he made sure to look at the photo first, make sure he didn't think he'd need to retake it before giving a small nod. "Alright, looks good. Wanna take a peek?" The father seemed disinterested but the mother was more than happy to come over and look. The camera never left his hands, though he did wait until he was next to her to try and twist ever so slightly so he could hold the camera out more so towards her. Bright blue eyes flicked from between the screen on the camera and the woman looking at the photo, almost nervous she might not actually like it. The grin he received, however, told him everything he needed to know. She loved it. "Alright, I'll get his neatened up and printed out tonight, then I'll have it delivered to you tomorrow."
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He was thanked and the ever constant remark he got was parroted at him for what felt like the fifth time that day. Something he never answered back to in the end, no matter how many times he heard it. Just pleasant smiles and farewells before turning his attention back to his camera or moving along the path again. 'They're right, I really should just open up a studio or something.' Or at the very least, an office of some sort. The only problem was that he had no idea how to even go about such a thing. Sure, there was positives for trying to go about this more professionally. There was more money in it, for one. It'd also make getting pictures delivered or picked up a whole lot easier. With a studio, he could also have a sort of 'base of operations' so that he didn't need to keep trying to do all of this from his room at the apartment. The idea of a studio with a real dark room in ti was appealing, certainly. Just so many questions and troubles that kept his ever doubtful mind from ever truly letting himself get sucked into the notion of it.
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The thoughts still filled his head as he looked towards the train station. The train seemed to have just come in from Vorick, people filtering in and pouring out of it's doors. He was spending way too much time around here today, especially considering his original goals were to find his usual spot in the park. 'Not like this isn't just as good a spot,' he mused, bringing the camera up again to take a few photos of the train as people moved through and around it. If not go about setting up a studio, why didn't he actually put together that tour book he kept thinking about? It couldn't be that hard. He'd certainly collected enough photos of Sanctum at the very least to do it. 'Someday.' Shrugging the all too serious thoughts away, he twisted around and brought the camera up, sticking his tongue out and seemingly biting down on it just slightly as he closed one eye and pointed back behind him as he took a selfie in front of the train. An all too silly pose but it'd make him grin later he was sure. And if not, he was sure Noct would either get a kick out of it or tease him for it. Looking at the picture though, he realized there seemed to be something strange about it. Like someone... something... had posed, too. "Huh?"

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Apr 18 2017, 01:04 PM
Soooo I've been slowly having more and more fun with streaming (mainly for friends/kiya's entertainment) and I figured "might as well just offer viewership to the whole site". Not that anyone has to follow or watch whenever I do stream but never know xD I don't, like, do it regularly and I'm bot necessarily marvelous at games but I'm not terrible either? So, umm, I'm deadquinn13 on twitch [click here for channel]. I'm always open to requests so long as I have a certain game someone wants to see xD just bear in mind, I wasn't kidding when I said I have the mouth of a sailor, especially when something annoys me in a game. Kiya can confirm. Anyhoo, ummm... yeah xD I know other people occasionally stream for fun or friends too, I figure if anyone on this site does, they can just say so here, check each other out or whatever. Or not. Whatever xD I'm gonna stop typing now. This had sounded like a good idea but I started feeling awkward halfway through and yeah xD Luna out~
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<marquee>i hope this post is alright, sorry i took so long to get it up. lemme know if i should change anything.</marquee>

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Chocobos. The word was on the forefront of his mind, had been for days now, what felt like weeks even. Chocobos. Not only were they in this Avalon place, but he'd even seen some in his photographs. He still felt the want to whine about missing them as he looked back at some of the photos. How had he not noticed them when he was taking the shots? Stupids fights, stupid hunts, they were all keeping him away from the one thing that could truly bring normalcy back into his life. Back into all of their lives. He just wanted one close up. If he could get close enough, maybe he could befriend it and ride it back to town. Granted, it'd probably be easier if he could find some Gysahl Greens around here. Those big yellow wonders loved those. Hmmm, maybe he could still find some around here somewhere. If they're living out in the wild, that meant there had to be some growing, right? Just find the greens and maybe he could even find the birds themselves!
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A large smile brightened his features the more he thought about it, the happy songs of Chocobos filling the air around him as he sang on his 'journey'. "I want to ride my chocobo all day I wanna see them run I wanna ride and play! hey! I want to ride my chocobo all day I wanna join the fun 50 gil I'll gladly pay! yay!" There was no one else that could look at him with judgment or interrupt him from his silly little singing. With every new syllable, every new verse, he seemed to be more and more chipper. The idea that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn't be so loud while he was trying to be on the hunt for the creatures hadn't quite occurred to him, not yet. He wasn't exactly where the last sighting was, after all. At least not according to his camera. He couldn't wait, none the less. He missed their soft feathers, their gallant movements, their excitable kwehs. Finding just one, even if he only got to see it for a moment, it'd be like a dream come true at this point.
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His happy singing came to a sudden halt as an arrow embedded itself into a tree just barely a few feet away from him. It hadn't exactly gone past him, wasn't aimed at him from his knowledge, but for a moment he couldn't help but think it was. The yelp that had accompanied the startled jump at the arrow was anything but manly. The camera in his hands nearly went flying when his hands came up, a frantic fumbling to keep it from doing so just barely successful. "Are you trying to kill me?!" He called once he made sure that the camera was safe. He gave a small glance around, trying to make sure there were no monsters that he'd somehow missed that the arrow could have been aimed for. Nope, not that he could tell. His eyes turned towards the direction the arrow came from then.

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