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Prompto, a nameless friend, and a hard goodbye. For @meldacio. 

He can’t bring himself to go over–not just yet. He has to finish this first. 

Prompto’s glad he bought the fancy photo paper for home as his selected images print, and he carefully cuts them into squares and sets them on top of the Polaroid shots he also has. Heck, he even had the logo of their favorite treats, cut out from the bag he’d just thrown in the trash three days ago. 

Isn’t that it, though? He thinks as he slides the pictures into the laminated pages of the album. You always think you have more time. He’d never had a pet of his own, but…he was close to theirs. 

And now, that little creature was close to the end of its life. 

He shows up at their place three hours after the call, greeted by a finger to their lips. Prompto tiptoes across the threshold, tightening his grip around the bag that contains the photo album he’d spent the afternoon making, and the “people food” their pet loved but wasn’t supposed to have.

How many times had he sneaked tidbits to the animal in the past? This would be the last time, he realized, and he fights back the lump in his throat because they needed his support. 

He gazes at the sleeping form once inside. “Have they been sleeping long?” 

“No, just for a bit. Vet says maybe another pain free day?”

“Do you need company when….?” Prompto lets the question hang in the air. 

“Yes,” they reply, instantly, desperately. He nods, and sets his things aside so he can stroke the animal’s head with a gentle finger. 

They spend the day outside when their pet is awake, lavishing it with attention and treats. The old creature dozes off often, lounging in the warm sun, and Prompto’s companion uses these times to reminisce about their pet. If they cry, he doesn’t say anything about it. Later that evening, they look through the album he made while he orders takeout. 

The next morning, he makes himself be strong as they walk into the vet’s office, and he manages. When they walk out with just the paperwork for the crematorium in their right hand, Prompto is holding their left. 

Caligo: *snorts*

Caligo: “was”

I already posted Noctis by himself, but decided to throw in the whole series directly now since I worked on the other characters too. Once again, this technique was inspired by Oliver Valsecchi’s photography.

Many thanks to my friend @nightyswolf for the majority of bases she did for the models ♥

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hey it’s 6 in the morning and I think I’m a little delirious with sleep deprivation but @brosura‘s post made me laugh so I drew it

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The chocobros, an odd photo op with dinner, and every one of the boys becoming uncomfortable. Inspired by an awkward birthday dinner with @meldacio.

Noctis should have known something was off. Why would a manager approach their table to check on them? 

Prompto spots the camera–an entry-level, older Lokton–and gets a bad feeling. 

“Hey there, boys! Mind if I take some photos of you? We’re sticking them on commemorative postcards for everybody so you can remember your visit!”

Gladio’s brain wraps itself around a single thought: we’re in Longwythe. Six, why would anybody get a souvenir from here?

It’s left to Ignis to reply. “Not at all,” he says, but the corners of his mouth get a little too tight. 

Yes, we do mind, thankyouverymuch, what on Eos is going on?

The photographer has them all move to Noct and Iggy’s side of the table for a group shot. 

Noctis is uncomfortable. 

Prompto is questioning how often these photos are taken–they’ve been positioned in the worst possible lighting.

Gladio is still caught up on the souvenir postcard thing.

Ignis is contemplating sliding under the table. 

“Say cheese!”

Everybody puts on an awkward smile and hopes it’s over

“Okay, now grab your glasses and make a toast!”

Noctis is fixing them all with a clear “save me” expression. 

Prompto actually might want to leave the Crows Nest.

Gladio and Ignis have an entire unspoken conversation.

Are we actually doing this? What the Hell would we be toasting with plastic soda cups for? What’s happening?

The manager happily wanders off with a promise to deliver their postcard with the check. 

An intense, hushed conversation ensues.

“What–that’s not normal, is it?”

“I might expect something like that in Altissia, but Longwythe is hardly a tourist destination….”

“Prompto, this is your fault. You wanted us to eat here.”

“I am never picking the restaurant again, guys what just happened?!”

Sure enough, their postcard arrives with the bill and they all look it over. 

Nobody can tell Prompto and Gladio are bothered, but Ignis and Noctis both look like they’re internally screaming in the photographs. 

Prompto was right, the lighting is far too bright behind them.

Noctis and Prompto wonder what’s going on–it’s a Tuesday, it’s slow business, there’s two tables other than them in the diner–why do the postcard thing? 

“Uh oh,” Gladio mutters, and Ignis signs the check and shoves his wallet back into his pocket in record time. 

Cor Leonis during Insomnia’s fall. A short fic in celebration of reaching 100 followers.  He didn’t like this. 

To be fair, there were a lot of things he didn’t like, but something about this treaty made every hair stand on end. Cor had been in the military for far too long and knew this war far too well to think that this would be the end of it; and to top it off he had been banished from the Citadel.

My default answer was that this happens, but I can do better than that, anon! (No I can’t). 

Another day, another roadside gas station for them to poke around in.

Noctis and Prompto have a little hand basket filled with snacks and are arguing over which brand of energy drink to grab for Noctis to turn into potions at the back wall of refrigerators. 

Gladio’s crouched on the floor talking to Ignis as they consider the value of buying a 5 gallon gas canister just in case–they have some concerns over this one’s construction. 

When the bell over the door chimes, these city boys don’t even react.

They do perk up at the demands for cigarettes and Gil, screamed by a man with pantyhose over his head and what had to be an illegally obtained Nif rifle in his hand. Two other men stand beside him, holding baseball bats.

The first thing that makes the robbers look at the Chocobros? Gladio stands up.

He rolls his shoulders and glares at the group, teeth grinding as he prepares to snarl at them. 

All three of the potential thieves freeze for a moment before the leader points his rifle in Gladio’s direction. 

“Please keep the property destruction to a minimum,” Ignis sighs. 

It’s only a distraction of about 7 seconds, but it’s all they needed. 

Prompto’s gun has already materialized in his hand, and he shoots a Starshell at the ceiling. 

The blinding light isn’t anything Noct and the others haven’t fought in before. 

As soon as the shot goes off, Noctis summons a wooden training sword and hurls it towards the leader, blue sparks barely visible in the residual flash from Prompto’s attack. 

The sword clocks the man in the head and he goes down unconscious, and Noctis re-materializes as he snags the handle, whirling to knock out another thief.

The third man? He tries to run. 

Oh, but would you look at that, Ignis’ hand slipped and I am so terribly sorry, sir, is that your coat pinned to the wall with a very long dagger?

Gladio’s snagged some rope from the aisle (kept inbetween the gas cans and the carabiners) and calmly begins to tie the men up, conscious thief first. “Hey, do you mind calling the authorities?” he asks the shaking girl behind the counter. 

Noctis turns to Prompto and waves, and the blonde picks up their basket, tosses some energy drinks in, and scampers over to the counter. 

While Noctis pays and Ignis apologizes to the clerk for the trouble, Prompto snaps a few photos of the scene just in case the local authorities (might be police, might be Hunters–town like that, hard to guess) botched their sweep of the crime scene. 

The clerk, in a daze, rings them up and the four men go to leave the store. Gladio hangs back. 

“Hey, by the way…a displaced member of the Kingsglaive did this. We were never here.” 

♡ Ignis Scientia inspired Polyvore set ♡