#ofliminality

“There’s a place to camp just down by the river,” Noctis pointed out, leaning forwards a little from where he sat in the back seat to better allow Ignis to hear him. It would be a while before they came across any motels or hotels, which Noctis preferred to stay in, but at least near a river he’d be able to hopefully get some fishing time in. It’d been a while since he’d taken the time out of the day to do so, for lately the group was constantly on the go with new quests to carry out. After Ravatogh, at least taking a day to recover would be nice.

1. My wonderful amazing boyfriend.

2. Writing! Whether solo or online, I just love writing. And my rp partners.

3. Video games. Especially horror games or Nancy Drew games.

4. Baby animals. A puppy randomly came into my house the other day after I opened the door and it made me so incredibly happy??? Animals are the cure for sadness.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: (While you have multiple, I’ll speak of Ignis for this! <3) I could almost cry just thinking about Ignis okay this man makes me emotional too. His loyalty and dedication is just...Breathtaking, honestly? I loved him from the beginning, and it hurt my soul to see him struggle through the dungeons while blind (Ignis likes his world crystal clear. Ugh that quote) but to play his episode and understand how he became blind? Holy shit. I think my Ignis love is just disgustingly overflowing now. I love his comments and quotes, and how even though he’s the more serious one of the group, he has some really damn good sass. I appreciate that. He cares so deeply and it shows and I just *inhales* I love Ignis. He’s so strong, and you can see his frustration with himself while he’s blind and falling down but still he pushes on and doesn’t let it ever hold him back. Another character I could go on and on about for paragraphs.How they play them: Actual Ignis? Hello? Is that you, specs? Lmao, in other words, it’s a portrayal to the T. The words Iggy uses and his way of speaking is understood so well, it’s clear that Amy has a really good grasp on the character. The first time I wrote with Amy I was actually like, holy shit, wow, I’m impressed because everything was just so in character and i could visualize / hear everything so well. Their love and understanding for Ignis really does shine through and I admire it so much. Honestly I do.The Mun: What an absolute joy of a human. We’ve had minimal ooc interactions, but from the little we have talked, I have nothing but kind and good things to say. So sweet and polite and just overall thoughtful. 

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! Lucky me hehe ♡Want to RP with them: Sign me the fuck up for more threads anytime -slides on shades-

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Another blog that I don’t know what the heck ur doing if u aren’t following. Fo’ real. Following Amy is a must.

Aw, yeah ! A well placed bullet hits its mark, sending the impish skeleton to its death with a billowing of purple fog and Prompto lets out a yell, one arm pumping in victory. A huff of breath passes between chapped lips, the whistle some form of a tune or other.., one of his favorites. “Catch that, Aranea? Every time.” He tries for a strut, weapon twirling in his fingers until black boots catch on a cracked stone and it goes tipping to the floor.

Whoops.

“You forget, old friend - that both of us have seem more than our fair share of knowing that isn’t always true.” Despite his misgivings, a grin twitches at the corner of rough lips as he raises a brow, gaze turning to rest upon Cor with a heaviness he finds he cannot hide. Always the ruler, always the king … perhaps sometimes it was better to have friends by your side, those you could rely on in times of waning strength. Green eyes are shining with a spark that no amount of ill tidings could put out, one palm pressing against the glass as he once more turns to look out the window. Below. Noctis and his friends are gathered, awaiting their royal audience with a king who for one last times wishes to be father.  It is the last time he will see them, he embeds such memories into his mind to carry him forward - to force each single step he must take to save Lucis, to save the world. 

“Dude !” The word is accompanied by a shake of his head, gaze so intent on the form in front of them that the blonde tendrils suddenly in front of his eyes are barely noticed. “Dude !” Its another repeat as he finally turns his attention to the prince at his side, fingers tugging on Noct’s wrist as the other hand, wrapped so preciously around his camera, points in the distance. The slough is muggy, gnats bite at their sweaty skin and buzz about their ears but the blonde can’t find it within himself to care.

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Rain patters against the tarp roof of their makeshift shelter. Bog lights and will ‘o wisps glimmer from the foggy slough. A brow quirks beneath his fringe as he watches rouge lips curl into a smirk. From how many times they’ve met now, Ignis knows when Aranea’s teasing. It’s the certain shine in her eyes that gives away the beginning of a game. Though Ignis has only toed the line of playing along, he knows the rules well enough. A breathy chuckle falls as he shakes his head slightly. 

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  PAIN. It was the only thing that registered in her first few moments of lucidity -- the sharp THROB of the injury that tore through the flesh of her torso, the dull ACHE of the smaller cuts and scrapes she’s incurred during the battle. Every inch of a lithe, nimble frame was wracked with unimaginable pain, and she could do little more than grit her teeth and hope for a distraction -- anything to keep her from appearing weak and vulnerably.

  MEMORIES were foggy, though she tried her best to cling to fragments and piece the shards together -- being in the throes of a fight with MTs, her fellow Glaives cutting through their numbers ... until their powers vanished.

  The King. They hadn’t needed to be told that his Majesty had fallen, that the Niffs had gotten to their ruler and, more likely than not, absconded the Crystal. They’d won, and the deaths of her comrades had been for naught.

  Before forcing her eyes open, another sensation briefly registered: a hand encircling hers. Instinct willed her to whip her arm back and retract the grip, but muscles failed to respond. Too weak to fight off the unwanted contact, fingertips merely twitches in protest. Few would be so bold as to offer Lightning comfort, even in her unconscious state, and for that reason alone, she opened her eyes, gaze fixed on the figure at her bedside as she attempted to focus her eyesight.