King of kings

your favorite album opener

a song starting w/ the same first letter of your first name

a song outside of your usual genre

a song that reminds you of your favorite season

a song from a lifelong favorite artist

your current “on repeat” song

a song your friend introduced you to that you ended up loving

a song that speaks the words you couldn’t say

a song that captures your aesthetic (can be ideal!)

a song about the place where you live

a song from an international artist

a song you can scream all the words to

a reboot of a song/songs you already loved (remix, mashup, acoustic, etc.)

a song with the name of a place in the title

a song that reminds you of traveling

your favorite childhood song

a song that reminds you of a good time

a song that reminds you of a bad time

a song from an artist whose old music you enjoy more than their new music

a song that empowers you

a song from a local artist

a song you related to in the past and present, but for different reasons

your favorite cheesy pop song

a song from a soundtrack (musical, movie, video game, etc.)

the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now

a song that taught you a lesson

an instrumental song

a song you always skipped, but ended up loving once you listened to it

your favorite album closer

Recruiting Vincent

Bonus:

@night-light-sky

“Not always. But you have started to try and eat which is always lovely to see. I appreciate that.”

The taller gestured for the other to enter “I even made you pasteries. Since you’ve been craving them, though I can’t promise they will be what you remember, I did make a lot…” he smiled “and all your favourite games are here. As well as an oversized friend.” No not Gladio. A gloriously huge Carbuncle plush

Noctis happily entered the pillow fort, marveling at the wonders he found there. Not only could he see pastries, but that was the biggest carbuncle plush he’d ever seen. He turned to look at Ignis.

🌟 - Who was your very first rp muse?

⌛ - How long have you been rping?

🌌 - What’s your favorite part of rp?

💗 - Do you prefer angst or fluff?

💝 - Who are some rpers you look up to?

💙 - Are there any muses you’ve been considering trying out?

🎂 - When’s your birthday?

🎊 - What’s your zodiac sign?

💞 - How old are you?

💖 - What’s something you like about your muse?

💔 - What’s something you dislike about your muse?

🍕 - What’s your favorite food?

🌅 - What’s your favorite season/weather?

🎥 - What’s your favorite tv show/movie?

🎼 - What’s your favorite song?

🎶 - Who’s your favorite singer/band/music producer?

🎲 - Do you have a favorite board game?

“You and I both, Noct. I’ll make sure you get your rest.” A slight teasing smile showed. “We’ll have to see that it doesn’t tip everyone off, though. It’s good you’re like a cat when it comes to naps, then.” He meant it, however. He would see that Noctis rested, but understood too, that he didn’t quite want the others to know and worry. Or scold him.

He also knew how the others might feel, especially Prompto. It made Allen wonder, for once it was not he who threw himself in danger to protect, and so, was this how his friends felt? But the thought hurt, and so he pushed it away.

Allen blinked, then his smile returned, softer. “Okay.” He replied simply, hesitating for a brief moment before he petted Noctis hairs once, twice. “Just sleep now, I’ll wake you up before someone else does.”

Who knew, maybe if Allen later looked sleepy himself, it would distract the others. As it was, the young man didn’t feel like he would be able to sleep. He knew all too well how easily his dreams might turned… unpleasant.

He never quite managed well, the first night after someone he cared for got hurt, let alone if it felt like he came close to loose them. And with the Fourteenth present, if quiet most of the time, it was not a risk he would take.

Noctis smiled sleepily and glanced up at Allen. “Meow.” He said and closed his eyes again. As soon as Allen started petting his hair it was over. He was asleep within seconds.

He had strange dreams. He was sitting in his old penthouse. It felt like so long ago, but his dream logic made away with that feeling. Allen was there. So was Ignis. Allen and him was playing a video game together. Ignis was making pastries.

“So how does it feel to be king?” Allen asked him. Noctis gave him a confused look and decided to laugh it off. “I’m not, but sure. It’s great.” Allen just gave him a weird look and paused the game. 

“Of course you are. You’re king..” He said. Noctis stared at him. “First of all I’m not king. My father is.” This is where the dream turned even stranger. His penthouse melted away and became the throne room in the citadel. He was no longer sat on the couch, but on the throne. Allen was stood in front of him. He was talking, but Noctis couldn’t understand him. He was sure that English was the language spoken, but he couldn’t understand.

Shadows began dancing around the throne room. He heard voices yelling, “The king is dead, long live the king!” over and over. His gaze snapped back to Allen who smiled at him and presented him with his fathers head. Noctis screamed and tried to get up. Allen immediately dropped the head to the ground and drew a sword. 

@night-light-sky

14: Casually

Allen liked to think of himself as a gentleman. He knew most of his polite manners were mirrored from Mana, but his father had wanted to teach those to him. His true self, however, was one he still didn’t know. Sometimes he felt he was polite and gentle, sometimes he felt he was truly the little brat he had been. Sometimes he felt in between, he felt impulsive, he felt reckless. Maybe the one true thing was how his instincts often guided him.

Allen would have believed himself to never do such a thing, because it was not polite, or gentleman enough. Because it was very hard to know if it would be welcomed.

But Allen could only guessed he felt reckless, that the urge got stronger. Part of him hoped it was something in how they acted that his heart understood, pushing him to act. Part of him whispered he just wanted to try, to know how it felt; a want that Noctis seemed to get from him.

And so, Allen found himself leaning close, half forgetting what they had been doing, to press his lips to Noctis’ ones, if in a casual kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, his lips closed but soft against the dark haired’s lips, and then he had pulled back.

It seemed Allen was hit with the realization of what he had done, silver eyes widening, body leaning back as if he expected to be pushed back, worried eyes glancing around-but luckily the others were too busy. His gaze returned on Noctis, then glanced down, mouth opening and closing with an explanation that didn’t seem to come.

Allen was all too broken in composure to pay attention to the fact that, yes, he could in fact pick up how Noctis’ heartbeat was fast. Then again, Allen’s own heart joined, it had been thumping harder already from his own frazzled emotions, but then he heard Noctis agreeing, and wow, so that was what happened when one did not warn the other, was this how Noctis felt when Allen kissed him?

A whine passed his lips, muffled. Then, mumbled words came. “I’m sorry, I feel like I stopped thinking coherently minutes ago.”

However, he finally took in a breath and pulled back, Allen wore a soft smile, cheeks pink with sheepishness. “I do mean everything, though.” So much that he lost control of his brain to mouth filter.

There was a pause, his gaze flickering from Noctis’ eyes to his cheek, then back to the other eyes. Allen’s smile curled up more, the silver of his eyes growing brighter, and he leaned to, indeed, place a kiss on Noctis’ cheek.

He didn’t linger too long, leaning back, but his voice was a low rumble when he said, “I do mean it when I say you’re cute, and you’re great, and I want to see you happy.”

Noctis blinked as he heard a whine come from Allen and he let out a small nervous laugh. “I… I mean… I don’t think you’re alone when it comes to that.” He said and gently pat his back, hoping it would help him calm down. By the six, he himself needed something to get him to calm down himself.

He opened his mouth to say something when Allen pulled back. Noctis felt his face grown even warmer at his words. He couldn’t keep eye contact no matter how much he tried. It was too embarrassing, but he could see Allen’s gaze on him.

The kiss on his cheek was short and sweet. It tickled his cheek for a bare moment and for some reason he felt like laughing, but he didn’t since he wasn’t sure if was inappropriate.