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@multimuseum​ sent: "Oh dear. What a COMPROMISING position you've caught us in." While his words were apologetic, his expression was anything BUT. Ardyn crouched over the broken form of the King's advisor, straightening himself up. "A little EXTRA motivation never HURT anyone-- rather, never hurt ME." The grin he bore was sadistic. He kicked his foot out, nudging the body before him JUST enough so it would roll down the pile of debris they'd stood on. "Consider this a GIFT for the TRUE KING."

The immediate punch of sickness hit his guts as he took in the sight of Ardyn and Ignis.

The first thought was denial. No. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t happening. It was no more than a trick of the mind. A nightmare. He’d wake up and then–.... Down went his companion with no sign of fight in him. No sign of... anything in him, pushed faster than the shock stricken Gladiolus could move to catch him. 

Then came anger. Seething and boiling off of his entire being until he was sure there was no shred of kindness left in his aura.

“You fucking bastard!” He spat out as he charged forward with his blade Hyperion aimed and ready to swing out at Ardyn upon reaching a range where he could make contact. 

@multimuseum​ sent:   "Oh dear. What a COMPROMISING position you've caught us in." While his words were apologetic, his expression was anything BUT. Ardyn crouched over the broken form of the King's advisor, straightening himself up. "A little EXTRA motivation never HURT anyone-- rather, never hurt ME." The grin he bore was sadistic. He kicked his foot out, nudging the body before him JUST enough so it would roll down the pile of debris they'd stood on. "Consider this a GIFT for the TRUE KING."

@multimuseum said: “I saw this in a shop and it made me think of you.” Sparrow procures the item in question– a flower, painstakingly crochet out of a delightfully crimson thread. It was a poppy– and a HAIR clip. Though Sparrow had attempted to fashion it into some sort of pin. “I know– it’s not your style– but let’s pretend for a moment that it IS.” There’s wrinkles on his face– gray in his hair and bags around his eyes. Age was catching up to the Hero– but for now at least, they had this. Cheesy gifts.

                   Initially, his brows furrowed at the sight of the gift. What on earth was he supposed to do with it? He didn’t reject it, however. Instead, the immortal hero gave a bit of a shrug and slipped the clip turned pin into his pocket without looking at Sparrow directly. He was getting older– And for some reason, that hurt Reaver more than he cared to admit.

The Cetus paused before stepping forward and leaning the side of his head against Ford’s shoulder; sometimes, words of comfort didn’t always come so quickly as affection. “He’s gone, Ford. I mean, there’s no way ye can get back there, right?”

@multimuseum​ said: “Close your eyes, I have a surprise for you.” - Sparrow

12. A condom.

                  Honestly, he was growing tired of these little ‘ surprises ‘– Having received a couple already, with none of them giving him overly pleasant results, he wasn’t exactly overly excited to receive whatever it was that the other had in store for him. Half expecting another baby to wind up in his arms again, Reaver hesitantly shut his eyes– However, when something with a familiar plastic wrapper was placed within one of his palms, his face practically lit up.

                                                                A CONDOM.

                 With his eyes now open and a smirk now plastered on his face, Reaver couldn’t help but chuckle; his devious gaze locked onto Sparrow as though he were some sort of target.

“A surprise indeed, hmm-hmm~”

                                     NSFW PROMPTS. // ALWAYS ACCEPTING !!!

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adam didn’t know how they had ended up like this— a tangle of limbs, fiery kisses. perhaps they had always been destined to end up like this at some point. it had started with them sat on his majesty’s bed, just as they had when they were children, talking about anything and everything : in this case, gaston’s return from war. the HORRORS the other had seen. and adam had been SYMPATHETIC. he had been UNDERSTANDING. and, before he had realized what was happening, gaston had kissed him, softly at first though it had soon deepened, both of their hands fumbling with buttons and ties, and it was as if they had fell over the edge. as if they were drowning. eventually, adam had came to his senses— he had pushed him away just a fraction, asking ‘ what ? ’  and being met with his friend’s almost PAINED words. his admittance that he wants to FEEL something. and adam could not say no. he never could properly say no to gaston legume, ever since they met.

“ i understand, ”  adam breathes, looking up at the other man with bright blue eyes. “ i understand. ”   a hand moves to gently brush against his jawline, the clear DISTRESS in his best friend’s eyes clear as day. the TRAUMA has clearly been haunting him ; the way that he had been forced to be NUMB to it all around the other soldiers. around everyone else. but not adam. around adam, the walls come down. the fact that gaston is BROKEN to the extent of breaking down and practically pleading with the prince to help him feel something that is GENUINE, it breaks the prince’s heart. propriety be damned. he’s going to hell one day anyway— where’s the harm in this, then.

@multimuseum​ sent || "Tidus? Wakka? Is that really you?!" Have an excited Sora. HE MISSED HIS BROS.

🌊Tidus turned his head towards the voice shouting so eagerly towards them. Was that... Could it really be? Sora?! Without a moment to loose, the blond rushed down the beach towards his friend “Where’ve you been for so long, Sor’?!”