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sparklecryptid:
hamelin-born:
lectorel:
hamelin-born:
sparklecryptid:
tbh i havent really started the ‘ardyn has a kid’ fic yet but the idea of this chronically ill/chronic pain child and chronically ill/chronic pain ardyn just laying on a couch together and wallowing in their pain/being salty about their pain together is a #Mood
“…hey.”
“Mm?”
“Let’s kill Bahumut.”
“Mm?”
“He gave us nerves and stuff, right? It’s all his fault. I hate him. Let’s kill him.”
“…I have never been more proud to be your father. We’ll go kill the Draconian. When we can move.”
’…can we get somebody else to kill him? Like the chosen king or something?’
(Noctis, from where he’s curled around a hot water bottle and trying not to cry because his back hurts, dammit: ‘screw you two, I’m not doing shit. Make Ravus do it.’)
@sparklecryptid
Ardyn+Unnamed kid: *promptly adopt Noctis as One Of Them* You’re ours now.
Noctis: “What.”
Jean (Unnamed Kid): “Congrats on joining the ‘We are in constant pain’ club! Would you like a sticker?”
Noctis: “There are stickers? Wait who are you and why are you in the Citadel? In my room?”
Ardyn: “He’s your cousin. Also if anyone wakes me up there will be consequences.”
Noctis: “What.”
@lectorel
Jean: Okay, so we’re killing Bahumut and Shiva because they’re the ones who fucking gave us the fucking pain in the first place. And because Shiva could have made us ice packs. And she didn’t.
Ardyn: We’re killing Leviathan and Ifrit because they want to make us move.
Noctis: Titan wants to give us migraines. He’s going down.
Jean: Ramuh’s okay. He can stay.
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sparklecryptid:
hamelin-born:
lectorel:
hamelin-born:
sparklecryptid:
tbh i havent really started the ‘ardyn has a kid’ fic yet but the idea of this chronically ill/chronic pain child and chronically ill/chronic pain ardyn just laying on a couch together and wallowing in their pain/being salty about their pain together is a #Mood
“…hey.”
“Mm?”
“Let’s kill Bahumut.”
“Mm?”
“He gave us nerves and stuff, right? It’s all his fault. I hate him. Let’s kill him.”
“…I have never been more proud to be your father. We’ll go kill the Draconian. When we can move.”
’…can we get somebody else to kill him? Like the chosen king or something?’
(Noctis, from where he’s curled around a hot water bottle and trying not to cry because his back hurts, dammit: ‘screw you two, I’m not doing shit. Make Ravus do it.’)
@sparklecryptid
Ardyn+Unnamed kid: *promptly adopt Noctis as One Of Them* You’re ours now.
Noctis: “What.”
Jean (Unnamed Kid): “Congrats on joining the ‘We are in constant pain’ club! Would you like a sticker?”
Noctis: “There are stickers? Wait who are you and why are you in the Citadel? In my room?”
Ardyn: “He’s your cousin. Also if anyone wakes me up there will be consequences.”
Noctis: “What.”
@lectorel
Jean: Okay, so we’re killing Bahumut and Shiva because they’re the ones who fucking gave us the fucking pain in the first place. And because Shiva could have made us ice packs. And she didn’t.
Ardyn: We’re killing Leviathan and Ifrit because they want to make us move.
Noctis: Titan wants to give us migraines. He’s going down.
Jean: Ramuh’s okay. He can stay.
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