#ruinedbycatastrophe

[writtenxbeginnings]

( sms | Gladio ) Glaaadddddd! WAKE UP! ( sms | Gladio ) I'm nt supposed 2 b the 1 awake >:(

#( Prompto RP; ) #ruinedbycatastrophe #( Prompto V: Emoji Train; )

[fangsanddaggers]

Wings And Forgotten Memories ||@ruinedbycatastrophe||

Flashes of a dark space, open and seemingly endless, of stairs leading down. Bodies hovering in places, the faceless corpse of agony incarnate. A staff in hand, chest bare to the world, feeling pain, uncertainty. Red swirled around, forming runes on the ground, meeting brown.

He can feel himself smile, fingers skittering over the twisted instrument. He had a choice, one that would change the entire world, lives of thousands.

"Save the world. I'll be cheering you on from beyond."

Those were from his throat, his mind, spoken. The sudden horror in the faces before him, yet he couldn't make out the details, he saw brown. Someone screamed but he brings the staff down upon stone-

Everything hurts, it burns, his skin is tearing apart. He feels like he's about to burst, curling in on himself, agony, lips part around a scream and his back suddenly bursts to life, flaring wide as the world rips past. It's torture, feeling his spine shift and flex, something MORE rippling and catching the winds ripping past--

There's a sharp thud as the being crashes once more into the tower, groaning as his proclaimed fabrics and bedding are strewn unceremoniously under him. Large white wings shimmer with flashes of gold in the dying sun as they drift to splay beside him.

Another episode of that same memory. It'd been two years of him alive since. He remembers a voice whispering that his memories may be frayed, was it really a memory? This time he remembered brown. A colour, not that it was helpful.

The celestial stands, shaking himself off with a sigh, the pigeons that had fled around him from his arrival slowly returning to inspect his new items. He'd flown quite a journey for these, found abandoned in what looked to be some sort of old forgotten camp. They felt as familiar to him as this tower, though he wasn't sure why.

Still, pale fingers began to fuss over the fabrics, wings tucked down, long draping fabrics in reds had been abandoned from his form, used now for the bedding as he'd found something else familiar. Old fancy clothing, off-white dress shirt with a soft frill around the collar that dipped low, tight brown leathers to hug fine legs and simple shoes.

They felt right on his body, like they'd been there before. As if wearing them had him coming home.

He's so lost in his own thoughts he almost doesn't catch the sound of another joining the roof, the flurry of pigeons around him alerting the reborn to the presence. He turns, wings spreading slightly, once red eyes now a vibrant blue speckled with gold, wide with surprise as he hadn't known someone lived here.

Brown.

"Nn, shit." He unknowingly repeated the same inflections of a night hung over this very man, teeth bared, hungry for a bite despite intentionally waking the man just to get the secret out. "Ah... Look, I can explain-" Could Astarion really explain this?

#To A New Adventure {Thread Start} #Wings and Forgotten Memories #ruinedbycatastrophe #Dimension Door {Non-Aevum} #Non-Aevum #Mystra's Abandoned Chosen {Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep}

[championsofthegate]

@ruinedbycatastrophe asked: " look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. " ( from god!gale to gale sorry i'm still thinking about them )

"It didn't have to be," Gale says solemnly, shaking his head. "I'm proof enough of that, aren't I? You didn't have to do this to yourself."

But there's no reasoning with the god version of him, is there? It's him, but it's not. He's ambition personified. He can't grow. He can't change.

He can only be what he already is. Gale of Waterdeep. The God of Ambition.

Gale Dekarios pities him, truthfully. Although he won't be saying that out loud. "And what does Tara think of this? Or mother?"

#ruinedbycatastrophe #//do not apologize they kill me #this gets to skip the queue because they kill me so much lmao

[tadbitfooled]

@ruinedbycatastrophe continued from Hey guess who just showed up

"Oh hells, I forgot to do that, didn't I?" Perun asked with a bit of a laugh, rubbing his head. "In my defense, I've got a lot of people to write to when I leave, what with the Missus, the kids..." Oh. He would need to do that soon or else he'd be in trouble back home.

Any joking antics were set aside, though, and a serious look came to his face.

"Although it is odd to see you out of your tower." He'd received word, a request to check in on Gale from a furred friend of his. "You abandoned the loves of your life to wander about the wilderness. And by loves, I do mean your books." Perun gave a suspicious squint, trying to discern anything from him. "What's been going on with you this past year, Gale?"

#ruinedbycatastrophe #Character: Perun Dekarios #Thread: Perun Dekarios

[apalestar]

📜 ( for gale please )

@ruinedbycatastrophe from Send in 📜

Astarion: Welcome, fellow idiots Gale: Hello, Astarion Astarion: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Gale: You underestimate me

#ask: penning the rogue #ruinedbycatastrophe #// Gale once again demeaning himself #// name a more iconic duo

[novuscaelum]

BANG! BANG!

Two shots rang out from a building across the way rendering the now-former King and Queen of Insomnia dead. The sniper had done his job, a beginning step in a simple plan. Kill the Royal Family, invade the Citadel, and begin creating New Nifelheim.

Gasps and screams filled the air. There was now confusion among the masses as an address was about to be delivered. Novus was thankfully back at home blissfully unaware of what had happened in the city. The Citadel was now in complete chaos. Items were strewn about in a panic which was what the young prince awoke to in the abandoned halls.

Everything seemed eerily quiet. Most of the staff had left for fear of losing their own lives leaving the young child to fend for himself, though not on purpose. It was most likely due to miscommunications happening due to wires being cut in the planned attack against the royals.

Since nobody was seemingly around, Novus decided to wait for a bit and situate himself in the middle of the hallway to play with some overturned chairs by pretending he was camping like Noctis did in an imaginary tent. He was about to light an imaginary campfire when a distant scrape made him pause in his play. 

The seven-year-old scooted out racing towards the sound with a smile on his face. "Mom! Dad! You're back! Guess what? I went camping like-" The smile instantly vanished. Standing in the doorway that led to the front of the Citadel wasn't his parents as he expected. It was a few men with masks, and they found just who they were searching for. The prince himself.

Not recognizing who they were, the child stepped back. He knew these looked like bad guys from the television shows that he watched. The next command from the trio's leader seemed simple enough. "Slit his throat."

Within moments, Novus was running for his life heading straight back to his bedroom for safety. What to do? What to do? Thinking quickly, the boy grabbed a toy gun with foam darts aiming it at the doorframe. "Leave me alone!"

He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he ducked under the bed. He needed to calm down but nothing was working. Trying to remember the prayers that he and the Queen said together didn't help either. His mind went completely blank. Hearing a creak of a door, Novus froze in terror, his hand shaking making the toy rattle. "Please don't find me...Please!"

@writtenxbeginnings & @ruinedbycatastrophe

#[age 7] #writtenxbeginnings #ruinedbycatastrophe #death mention tw #violence tw

[berylcluster]

⊰ CONT. ft SYLAS & BIGBY ⊱

@ruinedbycatastrophe

➫ SYLAS chuckled, shifting in the chair he had dropped into, extending his arms so they wouldn't bear the full weight of his chains. "Mean mug? You talkin' about me or yourself?" He shifted again, finding it hard to get comfortable in the chair. "Fine, fine. No death talk at the dinner table. But you gotta give it to me that I am at least pretty enough for eternal life." The mage flipped his hair over his shoulder, still having fun with Bigby.

#ruinedbycatastrophe #☆: sylas of dregbourne #OH WE'RE GOING TO LOVE THIS DUO #i can feel it

[alittlebitofmuse]

i can't sleep. would you stay here a while? ( from gale to halsin! )

After his watch concluded and he roused the Githyanki woman to take his place (which had been... interesting, to say the least), Halsin was on his way back to his tent when he noticed the flickering light through the thin cloth of Gale's tent. All his other companions seemed fast asleep, their tents dark and quiet.

On his way to his own tent, Halsin stopped by to investigate the light and found Gale awake, a small, illuminated orb floating in his tent and casting a warm glow. A gentle quarry from the Archdruid prompted a gentle response from the wizard. It appeared insomnia had struck the group again. Halsin offered a comforting smile.

" Of course, " he said, coming further into the tent and finding a place to ease his massive frame into a more comfortable position, " ...I have found myself having trouble sleeping lately as well. "

#ruinedbycatastrophe #{muse; halsin}

[riotseas]

starter for @ruinedbycatastrophe | prompto's unofficial─official adoption arc !

The sheets are still cold─too 'un-lived in' despite having slept under them for a little over a week now. They feel tacky against his legs and smell like bleach. No matter which way he tosses and turns, they continue to make him shiver.

Prompto gives up trying to get comfortable and kicks his legs over the side of the bed with a huff; letting the loose, starchy fabric slide to the floor without a care.

It's not just the sheets that are cold, but the room too. It's bare aside from a few second-hand items of furniture. Nothing to hide the shitty off-white paint-job of the walls, nothing to fill the empty drawers of the dresser─nothing to show that the room was occupied. Remove Prompto and it'd look exactly the same as it was before he got here.

He wills the thought away with a rub to his eyes, heels pressing in hard. It's too early to be thinking so miserably.

His phone sits untouched, turned off on the makeshift cardboard-box nightstand. He's been meaning to turn it on, he has, but every time he reaches for it something compels him to just stare at the glass void until he grows bored and goes back to sleep.

Prompto tries to not think about Noctis. He tries really, really hard.

Finally, he stands up from the not-so-enticing bed and walks over to the door, hesitating as he grips the knob.

Cor's made it a point to remind him this is his place too, though that doesn't erase any lingering worries of intruding. But he wants to show he's grateful so he just smiles and nods─God, it hurts feeling so awkward.

Nevertheless, Prompto leaves the─his─room and squints at the end of the hallway. There's a soft, orange-yellow glow coming from the kitchen, quiet clinking of metal against ceramic that makes him cringe. Cor's awake.

A few deep breaths, and he manages to convince himself to walk out.

❝ Hey─er─Morning, sir. ❞

Prompto doesn't look for a sign of recognition, and instead feigns interest in the loose thread on his shirt hem. He could practice greetings all the live long day and still find a way to mess them up.

#prompto tbt #ruinedbycatastrophe

[arcanigenum]

“Hmph. Liar. Such pettiness will be your undoing.” ( to velraen from geralt! )

Velraen didn't even cast @ruinedbycatastrophe a glance, ever on the lookout for anyone that would be his demise, but he did make a face and repeated the words mockingly. He could see the point, but thought it stupid.

"Only if you're the one taking me down I'll accept it. I like the thought of my destruction being done by the hand of a somewhat handsome face." He turned to look at Geralt this time, his bright blue eyes less than sane. "Speaking of my impending doom, do you think I would be welcome back at Kaer Morhen? I'm but a homeless Cat."

#ruinedbycatastrophe #x. velraen #if vel thinks the thought of being killed is hot im going to throw him in the trash #wHERE HE BELONGS

[offurandfeathers]

[ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 ] : sender and receiver are having a steamy makeout session. ( from gale for no reason at all. . . )

The Archdruid had been pleasantly surprised when the Wizard had first approached him with the unexpected proposition. Halsin had almost choked on the sip of water he had taken from his waterskin. After asking for reassurance that this was truly something that Gale wanted, that this was not some trick or joke to him, Halsin had happily complied. And that is why, under the soft glow of the moon high above their heads, Halsin's lips were on the neck of one flustered Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, brushing and grazing and nipping and overall always on the move on the Wizard's tender flesh, inching towards his throat, thick fingers of a single hand working on the belt cinching the other man's waist since the other was buried in the thick mane of soft brown locks at the base of the wizard's skull.

#ruinedbycatastrophe #under a bright moon

[writtenxbeginnings]

Continuing this ask with @ruinedbycatastrophe

It had been far too long since someone had spoke to the goddess the way that Gladio was, yet she didn't get angry. There was no hostility or frustration, because the Glacian could understand where the man was coming from. Her eyes took in his form - both seen and not - and let out a soft breath as she finally spoke. "The Frostbearer loved the God that gave hope to not only people, but to other Gods. He was not the same person as the one the shield hold blame for, Touched One."

#( Gentiana RP; ) #ruinedbycatastrophe #( Gentiana V: Touched Kin; )

[rexelectus]

● – || @ruinedbycatastrophe sent: ❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜ ( from regis )

● – || Noctis had been focusing on packing the night before his trip , with Ignis helping him here and there . He could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he folded his last shirt and put it inside of his suitcase . He enjoyed having his father's company while he prepared for what lie ahead . There was something about it that provided an aura of [ [ c o m f o r t ] ] to the Prince . Father and son . . . it would be a while before they were together again come tomorrow .

" You've protected me my whole life . . . I have to do this on my own . "

He slowly made his way over to his bed and sat down , sinking into the plush surface so that he could join his father . He offered his father a [ [ s o f t ] ] smile as he looked up at him , doing his best to mask the voices that were so violently taunting him inside of his head . Freedom . . . a word which here means something slipping from one's fingers as another choice in their life disappears .

" I promise . . . I'll be back before you know it . It's just to Altissia for the wedding and back . It will be like I'm not even gone . "

This wedding had been something long coming , since long before he could remember . This day was going to come eventually . He just wished that his father would join him for the journey instead of staying behind .

" I'll . . . miss you , dad . "

#● v : avulsus princeps || main #● words from the prince || ic answered #● opened letters || answered #ruinedbycatastrophe #● c || regis5 #tw:depression

[championsofthegate]

@ruinedbycatastrophe asked: ❛ you walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic, you know that? ❜ ( to shadowheart from gale!! )

"Oh, Gale, that was so close to a perfect compliment," Shadowheart said with a sigh. "Would you like to try again?"

For someone so intelligent, Gale had a bad habit of sticking his foot in his mouth at times. This was, clearly, one of those times.

#ruinedbycatastrophe #queue tag

[tadbitfooled]

@ruinedbycatastrophe sent: "I don't care that I'm in danger. It's you that I'm worried about." ( from gale to aella! ) from PROTECTIVE PROMPTS

"Bullshit." It was blunt, it was straight forward, and it was no nonsense as to be expected from Aella. "You think I'm going to just accept that and sit by as 'oh no my brother.' Nonsense, absolute bullshit and you know it." She lifted a finger, waggling it at him. "I can take care of myself just as well as you can, you know. And we are Dekarios, that means we look after each other."

She grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him down to her level a bit.

"Do you understand that? We are in this life together, hm?"

#ruinedbycatastrophe #Character: Aella Dekarios #Thread: Aella Dekarios

[intxlligibility]

@ruinedbycatastrophe continued! As the car drives in silence as Noctis and Prompto sit in the back of the Regalia. Gladio for once in the front, skimming a book he has been trying to read for some time. But he can't really pay attention to it, not really. He closes it with a firm snap and lays it on his lap. Amber hues glance at the other for a moment before back at the book. "So. What are you going to do after all this?"

Perhaps he ought to blame the lack of sleep, or the constant stress running rampant in his mind, ( or perhaps he had even zoned out a little down this long, never-ending concrete road they've been driving down for hours now ) but the sound that comes from the passenger seat, the snap of the book, has him slightly jump.

He inhales, perhaps a little more shakily than he'd like, as he rubs his face.

"Assuming that we survive?" A huff, but he catches himself before his train of thoughts gets too dark. "I suppose we have a kingdom to rebuild, or have you already forgotten about the rubble that was once our home?"

His hands grips tightly around the steering wheel and mentally he kicks himself for letting his foul mood get the better of him. He sends a quick glance Gladio's way, clear regret in his eyes from the sudden outburst.

"Apologies... that was uncalled for"

Eyes now back at the road, but the tiredness is still there. The fear of what their future might bring.

#ruinedbycatastrophe #[ verse advisor ] #[ gladio ] #me writing ignis angst #my favorite #he needs a hug or two #so does gladio #))): #i love them