I want someone to show up with sunflowers in hand and take me to the beach, my tranquility. Take me to hear the thunder of the waves, to smell the salty air, to feel the sand cooling off beneath my feet while the sun slowly paints the clouds in different colors as it falls behind where the waves meet the sky. I want salty boardwalk fries, matching intricate string bracelets from the vendor by the ocean. Taking a walk while the sun bids it’s goodbyes and we welcome the smaller stars with a warm acceptance. Laying on the sand, eyes locked on the sky fingers locked together. I want someone to show me that I’m worth something. Show me that I’m worth a simple date at my favorite spot. Show me I’m worth surprising. Show me I’m worth taking pictures of by the ocean. Show me you love me.
someone: hey studio mir you want me to take your leaked photos down? then confirm klance is canon. that’s right. i’m not gonna do anything unless you make klance canon. it’s that or your leaked photos all over the internet. canon klance or losing your jobs, your choice.
Day 1 - Favourite Crew Member: Arnold Judas Rimmer BSC, SSC
“What am I supposed to say? ‘Fear not, I’m the bloke who used to clean the gunk out of the chicken soup machines! Actually, we know sod all about space travel - but if you’ve got a blocked nozzle, we’re your lads!’”
“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.
“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant.
Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out
of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I
appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’
friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think
But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”
Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to
the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got
too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.
Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.
Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic
and awful falling from his lips.
The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.
This was awful.
Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was
surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a
last ditch effort to stay upright.
He heaved and heaved and heaved.
All he saw was black.
fanon dirk 1: hypermasculine supercool dude, always in control, always composed, probably drawn muscular, may or may not be an abuser fanon dirk 2: soft, delicate, sweet boy who flinches at loud noises and just wants to grow plants, probably drawn with droopy eyelashes, may or may not be mute fanon dirk 3: bites into an orange whole, tries to eat grass and become a horse, just check the dirkjohn tag, that’s the dirk i’m talking about canon dirk: at this point i just do not know.