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xargentum · 3 years
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when daddy issues
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xargentum · 3 years
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“Hey,” Prompto piped up, “do only objects have barcodes?”
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xargentum · 3 years
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“Dude.”
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xargentum · 3 years
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happy birthday to gladio and his huge bara titties
bonus:
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xargentum · 3 years
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Hello have two short comics - one to make you glad and one to make you sad.
Edit: I was going to apologise for putting two drastically different moods in one post, but then I thought about it & realized that’s the essence of this game.
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xargentum · 3 years
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Siddles up...
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Takes three.
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Sitting still as a statue, there’s a basket of chocolates beside him Take One! It says.
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xargentum · 3 years
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Feel free to submit or send Valentines asks to my muse(s)!
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xargentum · 3 years
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Red for Valentine’s Day
Patreon | Redbubble
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xargentum · 3 years
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The bros!!!! ^W^
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xargentum · 3 years
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my piece for @insomniahigh zine!!! it was super fun to do, i’m really glad to have participated in such a nice project with so many talented people! 🎣📸🖤
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xargentum · 3 years
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royalbratprince​:
Something wasn’t…. right.  Beyond the fact that he was floating, that there was endlessness around him, something–  Prompto shouldn’t have been there with him.
Not that he should have been there.  Or… it didn’t feel quite right, but it didn’t feel wrong either.  He belonged much more, even if he didn’t particularly want to.  Whatever sense that made.  Thinking about it only seemed to send the answers skittering further away, and for whatever reason it felt much more important to focus on that time and place.  If time even existed around them.
Prompto’s laugh dragged his thoughts back to the moment faster than anything else, the telling sign that he was scared.  That a panic attack would be possible if things got worse.  He had to talk, or joke, or suggest they walk or do something to help take his mind off of it, like he’d always done.  Then… why was everything so different?  A dream, maybe.  There was familiarity to that.
Like the familiarity of reaching back for Prompto’s hand, as easily as helping each other up off the ground.  Hadn’t there been more space between them?  It didn’t matter.  Coolness to warmth to the touch of skin against skin mattered.  To feel something real.  (What did that mean?)
“I don’t–”  Oh.  Oh.  Something non-specific but final pricked at him.  Lodged in his throat.  He held on to Prompto’s hand, but it–  He couldn’t keep hold.  He knew that.  He couldn’t.  “I don’t think I can, Prom.”  Wake up?  He couldn’t wake up, was that what he meant?  He couldn’t–
Prompto didn’t belong there.  None of them did.  Had he sent them all away?  Then why didn’t he… remember?  Just vague shapes.  Voices.  Maybe he had, maybe–
“Find Carbuncle.”  The words weren’t spoken with the speed of desperation, but he felt it.  Desperately.  He didn’t want to send them away, but he couldn’t… they couldn’t…  ”The charm, you’ll know it.  I bet it’ll be where you least expect.”  Please.  Please, give me this, please.
“You’re not alone.  You’ll never be alone.  I promise.”  He had to let go.  It was a thought that tore through him like steel, but he… had to…
The very second their hands touched, Prompto knew everything and nothing at all. He couldn’t stay and Noct couldn’t go. That was all there was. Reality, horrid and solid. 
He clung to Noct’s hand as though he were drowning, “No, no no no no no, don’t leave me, j- just don’t, okay?”
He couldn’t even look him in the eye, not if he didn’t want to burst into tears. Despair tightening an iron grip around his chest, he stared at their joined hands, shaking his head. If he denied it enough, it might all go away.
I can’t let you go, not for all the Carbuncles in the world. 
“Dude, I can’t. I can’t.” Without breaking down, it was all he could say.
He threw himself at Noct’s chest, face buried in his neck, all-consuming defiance raging through him like a heartbeat. 
“I wanna stay. Please.” Who was he even begging? Not just Noct, but the void itself. “I don’t wanna do this without you.” 
He was here by fluke, by luck, by something. 
By injury. 
That was it. One minute there’d been pain, the next... this. This different kind of pain. But if he could stay, it wouldn’t be pain. Wherever this place was, it held secrets. Things he couldn’t see, just out of reach. It would be just fine here, for certain, if only he could stay. 
“Please,” he whispered against Noct, “I don’t wanna go. If you can’t come with me, I’ll come with you. I’ll follow you. Anywhere, dude, anywhere.” 
Please. 
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xargentum · 3 years
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@eoschosen​
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“If I was a bean in a human suit all along, or like, one billion beans in a trench coat, would we still be best bros?” 
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xargentum · 3 years
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cawcawkenny​:
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It didn’t… make sense. But, boy did he want to see one now. He really had been picturing a real worm. Some sort of messed up early bird gets the worm situation.
“Not real, but it’s a pet?” He tilts his head to the side in question. “Show me.”
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“Dude, you’ve never seen a worm on a string? Man, are you in for a life-changing experience!” 
Nothing wrong with hanging out with Kenny Crow, right? Scrabbling for his camera, Prompto grins. “Uh, gimme a sec, ok? I know I kept a photo... Oh, here we go!” 
Showing off a goofy photo of himself back in Insomnia, looming behind Noctis with a single green worm on a string... Yeah, this wasn’t doing the whole thing justice. Should’ve probably kept that pic on the down-low, too, but Noct’s wearing a hat, it’s fine.
Prompto grabs his phone, fully invested in opening up the world of magic worms to the mascot. It wasn’t like Gladio had been interested when he’d tried to show him earlier.
“Aw, I know it looks like a lump of fuzz with eyes, and uh, it kinda is, but you gotta see these babies in action! I’ve looked everywhere! Maybe if I find some, you could have some too? Throw it into the whole crow act?”
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xargentum · 3 years
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☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜
“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 
“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”
“  death too must be earned.  ”
“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”
“  am i a bad person ?  ”
“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 
“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”
“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”
“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”
“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”
“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”
“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”
“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”
“  i have to try.  ”
“  turn the pain into power.  ” 
“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”
“  are monster born or created ?  ”
“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”
“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”
“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”
“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”
“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”
“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”
“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”
“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”
“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”
“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”
“  you are not your father.  ”
“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”
“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”
“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”
“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”
“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”
“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”
“  kind words cost nothing.  ”
“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”
“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”
“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”
“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”
“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”
“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”
“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”
“  i never asked to be like this.  ”
“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”
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xargentum · 3 years
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cawcawkenny​:
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“A… WHAT?”
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Uh oh. 
“Uhhh... A worm... On a string...? N- Not a real one, it’s like, fuzzy. Kinda like... a pet? You can do tricks and stuff! Ones that totally don’t involve eating it! You want one too?” 
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xargentum · 3 years
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“All I want is a worm on a string...” 
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xargentum · 3 years
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"Saint Valentine's, of course." The pat has turned to combing now, a sure, practiced movement he repeats over and over. "I had presumed you the type to enjoy arbitrary festivities. Is it your aversion to sweets?"
Saint Valentine’s... 
“Oh...” 
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Wow. That had actually been fun. For a long time, years, he’d had his friends. Sure, sometimes he was fooling around with girls, those last few years, when he finally felt he stood a chance, when he got the balls to get a little wild, but the rest of the time, just hanging with the bros, teasing Noct and Iggy, play-fighting Gladio over everything from cards to candy to affections... 
It was great. He and Gladio were a goofy team on celebrations. 
And now... 
He lay his head in Kuja’s lap. What did it matter? He’d won. 
“I didn’t realise. People don’t really like me like that anyways. My friends are beautiful. Without them, the day doesn’t matter.” 
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