#faesomnia

OF EVERYONE, OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE THAT IT'S PROMPTO. sweet, ardent prompto ( @faesomnia ) — the easiest of them all to talk to, to laugh with, to trust with this quieter, more midnight desires. noctis isn't really sure how it started ( or how it ought to end ) but he's always preferred it to be the easiest option of never thinking about it, never acknowledging it, keeping it quiet & carefully hidden. he loses all focus with the urgency, the press of hips — clothed cock to cock rutting, hands momentarily lost in the thrill of it, coming to sweep alongside prompto's flank for the feel, for the secretly toned softness. all the training finally paying off, making prompto one of them.

( on stranger tides // accepting ) ZEPHIRA [ @faesomnia ] WROTE: ❝It’s not the destination so much as the journey, they say.❞

A CRAB POURED OUT OF his boot. He'd expected the water, the sand, even the strand of river weed. But, the crab . . . that was a surprise. He didn't expect them to inhabit this river. Perhaps he should consider himself lucky it hadn't snapped down on his toe. Surely that would be better than focusing on how unlucky he'd been to fall in the water in the first place. It wasn't even an understandable fall. He'd just slipped on the rocks they were using to hop across and landed on his tail.

He only had the one set of clothes, too. As he didn't wish to traipse about the countryside in the nude, he'd simply have to dry off on the move and hope he didn't catch cold. Emptying out his boots and wringing excess water from his shirt was the most he'd delay them.

vacation days are rare. not particularly because he gets none, but rather because he takes none. than again, why would he travel on his own time, when his work offers so man ressources that can be utilized between field - investigations.

today, however, is one of those rare days. it was planned and handed in long ago and klee seems to have counted the days. she was already upon him as early as dawn. breakfast and off they go, albedo was barely able to convince her to put on her jacket to counteract the early morning chill. all this ruckus is followed by a short walk just outside the city walls and a break at the closeby lake. luckily, she only chooses to chase after ducks and herons and not disturb the fish population. after a good long while and a sandwich - albedo packed earlier - to regain some of her energy, they make their way back into the city. they're talking, turned towards eachother, when klee bumps into someone in their path. neither of them had caught sight of the bard before it was too late.

he helps klee up and rests a hand on her hat. ❛ apologies. ❜ a familiar face. a known face. albedo offers a slight bow with his neck. it is not particularly rueful, but rather a response of manners. ❛ she's been a whirlwind all day. ❜ and as if summoned, off she goes again. under the ever watchful eye of albedo, though he stays where he is.

starter for @faesomnia

It was a nightmare. It had to be.

He's still waiting to wake up in a cold sweat, only to come downstairs and find Vi with the rest of the kids. He'll always be waiting for that to happen, because it never will, and he knows it.

Vander listens quietly as the young girl pours her heart out in recounting the events that had taken place; there's no place for anger here, no place for scolding, no place for anything except shared grief. (Although he knows that his grief is nothing compared to the sister's.)

Powder is a mess, from the redness of her eyes to the tear streaks down her cheeks, to the way her words tumble out in half-coherent sentences that interrupt themselves with frantic, erratic gasps for air and sobs. He wants so desperately to ease her pain, to chase her waking nightmare away. To bring Vi back for her.

To bring Vi back for them.

As patient as he's working to be in order to allow the child to explain and express her emotions, there comes a point where he can't stand there and let her suffer without intervening. Those fists yanking at her hair, the heart-shattering wail... The insistence that it was her fault --

Before he can even consider stopping himself, Vander's crossing the small space between them and pulling Powder up into a tight embrace. He clutches her to his chest, holding fast to her, cradling her with every ounce of strength in his large body.

"Oh, god, Pow..." The bartender bites back a sniff of his own, although he makes no attempt to conceal his own sheen of tears lining his eyes. "No, no, listen to me. Kiddo, this is ... this is not your fault, alright? It's not."

He'd have a talk with Mylo later about that name -- that insult.

Least favourite trope?

How do you overcome writer’s block?

Short, medium, or long threads?

♡ Munday Meme ♡

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @faesomnia

16) Favourite trope?

Hmm. That's tough. I have a few. Probably forbidden love. They don't necessarily have to be lovers / intimate, but I like the idea of two people from different worlds or situations falling for each other for one reason or another. And they can never quite be together due to circumstances / never the right time / someone could end up killed / royalty - servant kind of deal. Unrequited love is cool too, but only if it's a natural thing. I've had this happen PLENTY of times in the past with Atem. Good lord he's awful. He'll have people pining / yearning and I'm over here 😬😬. Toxic relationships. I enjoy it IF it's done right. Because all relationships are not cozy. Some are awful. But if the story is good and I trust the writer, we can go as awful as you want.

Fake Dating, Found Family , Mistaken Identity / Amnesia, and many others.

17) Least favourite trope?

I've always been eh on soul mates stuff. I don't hate it, but I guess it just depends on how it's done

20) How do you overcome writer’s block?

Honestly, I don't. I'm too old and too busy. If I'm not feeling it, I just don't write anymore... Which is both good and bad. On one hand, tumblr's just a hobby. On the other, I am working on a novel that's... collecting dust each time I second guess myself. So there's that. Sometimes music helps. Or seeing that one partner you're always excited to write with but yeah. I'm such a lump now and always mentally / physically drained.

22) Short, medium, or long threads?

tyyyyy!!! from her too <3 it has been!! the start was a bit oof but the good thing about that was that the only direction to go was up, & it's been a very lovely afternoon & evening, & i wouldn't change it. 🥰

it is . . . odd, to say the least, to be back on legs after so many lifetimes spent in the celestial staircase. they do, however, grasp the concept quickly. or at least they think they do. a stumble here, a slight trip there. never once do they fully meet the ground, though. sometimes thanks to their own quick thinking, sometimes thanks to a hand, an arm, a shoulder, that reach them quicker than the approaching ground. shame and embarrassment are beyond them, even if they apologize after every almost - tumble. it's good manners ! or so they've been told. after centuries of either the arts or guidance, a lot of casual and formal manners morph into an unpresentable mix. so they mostly rely on what little they picked up on this journey.

after one such tumble, they're busy dusting off their clothes. it happened mid - conversation. once gathered enough, they continue exactly where they left off, somewhat turned towards @faesomnia. ❛ it's . . . a long story. the one about my name, i mean. ❜ they do not mean to hide, nor play tricks. what they say is true. the story is long and not as interesting as it may seem. many names were given to and taken from them over their long life and even longer death. ❛ for brevity's sake, feel free to call me gwyndolin. or any shorter version, for that matter. ❜ ' any ' isn't quite right. they mean what they say but one addition is left out. there is one version of their name they'd rather not be addressed with. then again, what are the chances she'd pick that exact version ?