did Fitz ever declare love to Molly? I cant remember.
secondly, i read wilful princess and piebald prince last month, and my goodness, doesn't that book heavily imply that Chivalry/Burrich, Patience/Lacey could be cannon...
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Kylo-Jon-Fitz Snow-Ren-Chivalry, naturally a speedsketch sprouted from a very pixelated photo of a curious tree (100x100 px to be precise) as winter is cominâ, yâknow (weirwoods are callinâ)
Hey! I decided to share this idea with you guys, see if you like it here on tumblr. I really love this concept of Seer!Prompto and it would be cool if more people joined in <3 So Iâll be leaving the links to the fic on ff and ao3 down below if you would prefer to read it there and if you do check them out, please donât go without leaving a comment, thatâs the most important thing :)
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Summary: âHow much will you be willing to sacrifice for your Kingâs sake, Prompto Argentum?â
âWhat would you offer the Gods in order to spare him of his destiny? What will you give up?â
âThe life of the Seer to protect the Guardianâs own! Â Mortals are fickle thingsââ
A.K.A. Seer!Prompto AU
Main Pairings: Promptis, more pairings will come up as the story advances.
Prologue: end in the beginning
Prompto didnât know what he was doing or what he was supposed to do for that matter. He stood at the middle of a long line of people waiting to be allowed inside the safety of Insomnia, in his possession only a couple of gils given to him by the lady who brought him there, the torn clothes he was wearing and a bandage covering the black blemish on his wrist. From time to time, heâd find himself touching the outline of it in nervous anticipation and time and time again he would have to pull his hand away, back to his side, drum his fingers against his thigh instead. What a way not to bring suspicion to the barcode underneath, he admonished in his head.
The first thing he was told before being left on his own, âYou must not let anyone see this markâ. The woman held his tainted wrist in a strong but gentle grip, her blue eyes shining with a myriad of sentiments Prompto was too young yet to comprehend.
âDo you understand me, Prompto?â He had nodded, hands balled into tiny fists. Everything was going too fast for him but he didnât want to disappoint her.
âYes, I doâ His voice was too child like for his liking, didnât help him ascertain his determination.
âVery well. Remember, your name is Prompto Argentum. Your family wasâŠâ she fell silent, seeming to struggle to continue speaking. Prompto watched her take deep breaths; her face was turned away so he could not see her expression, covered by locks of sun kissed hair. For some reason, he felt his own breathing intensify, and he started to quiver, pants falling from his lips as if he had been running for miles. He felt like he had swallowed a glass of nails as the blonde lady faced him once more, her eyes moist. âIâm really sorry, my dear boy. This is not what I wished for you. Believe me, if I could, if I was able to, I would spare you from what is to come. If only things were differentâŠâ
She paused, the tip of her nose red as the rim of her eyes. âBut there is no point dwelling on what canât be changed. The universe works in mysterious ways and this is the path the Gods have chosen for you so dearest, please, be brave. No matter what happens, donât waver. Donât hesitate. Never doubt yourself. Face your destiny with courage. If you ever feel weak, abandoned, or lost, remember you are stronger than your trials. And most importantly, never stop looking at this world in wonder; never stop seeing the beauty in this earth despite the cruelty and pain you have been forced to witness. Enjoy every day as if itâs your last-â
Her voice broke mid-sentence.
Promptoâs vision at that moment was blurry from the tears cascading down his cheeks. He didnât know why heâd started crying. His chest ached with each painful beat of his small heart, there was a knot at the base of his throat that prevented him from speaking, from reaching out to her and comfort her, take a little from what was weighing her down.
Words werenât needed. She immediately burst into the tears she had tried to repress for the remainder of the conversation and wrapper her skinny arms around his slight frame, tightly, almost as if she was afraid heâd disappear into thin air. His head rested in the hollow between her collarbones. It felt warm in a way that hadnât been since Prompto had woken up in his cage in the labs, since he had run away with this unknown lady who had tried her hardest to keep him safe and alive throughout their entire journey to Insomnia and he was infinitely grateful, despite the sadness of the situation. He returned the embrace and let the scent of sunflowers that clung to her skin calm his inner turmoil. He ought to memorize it, the smell, keep it in memory in honor of his savior. He inhaled deeply and knew, though he couldnât explain why, that this was the last time he would see her.
He sobbed harder.
Her fingers carded through his greasy hair. It was a motherly touch; different from the cold and detached manner the doctors and scientists in Niflheim treated him. He wished he could have this forever, even when he felt wetness on his bare shoulder, where the womanâs face was buried. Maybe she was trying to learn his smell as well, though Prompto had no idea why she would want to.
When he got older, he would wonder why she had risked everything for another random, worthless experiment.
It seemed like hours had passed when the older of the two finally pulled away and the boy instantly missed her warmth. She looked broken, her relatively young face drowning in sorrows the kid had yet to experience.
âThis is it.â She said âThis is as far as I can goâ
He wanted to ask why but felt that deep down inside him he understood. He said nothing, nodded again. Whispered a heartfelt âThank youâ.
She just smiled, a small uplift of the corner of her lips, a little sad, a little happy and stretched out her right hand to cup his sunken cheek. Then, her fingers traveled to his own mouth, pulling at the skin there so itâd look like he was giving her a half smile. âAlways smile, Prompto, even in the darkest of timesâ. Her shaking hand let go and he did as she told him, he gave her a smile, the biggest one he could muster despite the snot and the tear tracks.
âThatâs a good one. Just like thatâ And for the first time, she acted out of character. Sticking her two thumbs up, she copied Promptoâs smile. Brilliant like the sun, contrasting with her very sad eyes.
It was like looking at his reflection.
âFarewell, my boy. All my hopes, my dreams, my wishes, they shall stay with youâ
With those words, she wiped her eyes, straightened her posture and turned around, immediately walking away from Prompto. Her steps hurried down the path they had walked together just minutes ago. Perhaps, if she dared one last look at Prompto, if she slowed down, if she hesitated, she would go back to him. Perhaps, if she let herself, she would take Prompto with her to wherever she was going. Far away from his fate. More and more, she was disappearing, her back getting further away from reach the more she kept walking, her blonde hair flowing with every step she took farther from him and he had an unexplainable urge to run after, grab onto her sleeve, hold onto her. Before it was too late. Before he lost the most important thing.
His right hand reached out to do just that, his fingers seeking the impossible. The limb stayed there, suspended in the air. The figure soon was barely a speck on the horizon. Prompto held his ground, his feet firmly planted even when his heart had soared after her and he remembered every moment they shared (her worried gaze, her urgent tone as she told him to move, move, we have to go now, her warm touch gauging for a fever, the soft lullaby sheâd sing at night thinking that he was asleep, nimble hands applying the bandage over his mark, moving from one place to another, praying together, hiding in the woods in fear of the Empire finding themâŠ).
The tears didnât stop. He felt empty, almost like he had lost a part of himself. Slowly, his hand closed into a fist, went back to his side. Prompto knew he had run out of time and later, if all went right, he would have time to mourn what he had lost, whatever that was.
He didnât want to disappoint her.
So, he took a deep breath and with his battered soul, he started for the gates of Insomnia, hundreds of people he hadnât noticed previously making their way towards the same place in search of sanctuary.
âIs it over?â
âI think so. Hell, I hope soâ
âAbout timeâ
âYeahâŠâ
âAre you okay? I mean, do you feel anything weird or-â
âIâm fine, Noct. Really. Chill out, we just won ourselves the battle of the centuries. Donât worry about me, yeah?â
âHe has plenty of reasons to worry, Prompto, and for that matter so do we.â
âIâm with Iggy there, just tell us if-â
âIt doesnât matter anyway. What matters is that this madness is finally over. Believe me, this is for the bestâ
âWhat are you talking about? What is for the best?â
âYouâre freaking us out, manâ
âThe price has to be paidâŠâ
âThe price? I wasnât told anything about a priceâ
âBecause it isnât yours to pay, Noct⊠Listen you all, I just wanted to say, thanks for letting me join you and bearing with me all this time. And I already know what youâre going to say, that Iâm your friend and I shouldnât even have to thank you, but the thing is⊠I do. You donât know how long Iâve felt like Iâm an outsider but being with you on this journey, youâve made me feel like I do belong even when I know that I actually donât. Thank you for rescuing me, thank you for not giving up on me, thank you not shunning me out for being an MT, thank you for supporting me, thank you for making me a part of your family, thank you for making memories with me. Asides from all the bad, and the pain and the loss, these have been the happiest months of my life. Every photo I took, I cherish all of them, and you donât know how much it meant for me taking them with you.â
âIgnis, youâre the best cook in the entire world and I appreciate greatly that you bothered to make all of our meals for us, even when we were being assholes to you. Also, you are like the perfect combination between mother and best friend and I mean that in the best way possible. You always take care of us, put up with our immature bullshit, mend our clothes, play the responsible parent- I mean the responsible one, and all the while youâre the heart of this group. You keep us in our right minds when it all seems lost.
âGladio, I was so afraid of you at first I almost pissed my pants on our first meeting but after that horrific impression I can now say that Iâm very glad I got to know you. Youâre the bully older brother I never had but hopelessly wished for every birthday and I really envy Iris for having such a cool brother. You mess with me all the time and yes, I do whine about it all the time but truth is, I think is nice of you to act so familiar with me, a random weirdo with a camera who just tagged along. Know that youâre too the strength of this team and jokes aside, you were really missed when you were goneâ
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To precede this blog post, Iâm currently next to Robyn, and she saw me start up a blog post. She says, âOh, youâre writing another wanky blog post, arenât you?â
To which the only response is yes.
Ello. Been a little while since I updated my release schedule and things, and some things have done a little switcheroo, so I thought it an opportune moment.
In short, the next Phill Vidler and The Farseers EP and the manboy EP have been swapped, date-wise. This means that makeshift bohemia is coming out on April 30th, and the L For Lisa EP is coming out on June 30th.
There are a number of reasons for this;
makeshift bohemia was essentially closer to completion, in terms of songwriting and album artwork
to release something for a different project in-between two Farseers albums makes better sense than over-saturationÂ
Lisa had (until literally two days ago, when I wrote a brand new track for the EP) been in development hell - though for me development hell is a blip that happens in most of my releases - where Iâd gotten bored of two of the five tracks that I couldnât finish, and so had deleted them from the EP
and the main reason - I get to use the same hashtags for Lisa as I did for Heliotropic. Legit. Iâm that far up my own arse/am just lazy.
Iâve been writing some new standard stuff too, which will be 2017âČs game. By standard, I mean itâll just be released under my normal name, and will be acoustic-ish nice music. 2017 is also the year that my side project Kings is hopefully going to be kicking off with an EP or an album, depending on when we can get in a studio.
Once Iâve got the Lisa artwork to share with people, Iâll be spamming it everywhere, donât you worry. In the meantime, hereâs the final makeshift bohemia artwork. Enjoy.
p.s. thereâs a merch store for manboy now. isnât that exciting?!
A few months ago I fell in love with Robin Hobbâs imagination, with her attention to detail, the solidity of the world she created and the vibrancy of her characters. I followed FitzChivalry Farseer on so many quests that would surely have killed a far lesser man, and somewhere along the way I fell head over heels with his companion, Beloved. That being said, I think the fact that Iâve devouredâŠ
Straight off the back of Assassinâs Quest, I dove right into the first book in The Tawny Man trilogy: Foolâs Errand. People saw me reading it and said, âWait, read Liveship Traders⊠READ IT!â I said no, not right now. Iâm super busy adventuring with Fitz and the Fool, and cannot be bothered to read another series set in the same world until Iâve read every word ever written about FitzChivalryâŠ