ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY OC

fadedforyou:

1. What is their favorite word

2. How do they sleep

3. Favorite companion

4. What secrets do they keep, untold to anyone?
5. How do they feel about magic
6. How do they feel about killing
7. How do they feel at night, in silence, all alone?
8. Tell me about them in a modern AU
9. What is their favorite meal
10. What guides them
11. What hinders them

12. Do they have hidden talents

13. How do they carry themselves

14. What are their vices

15. What was a turning point in their life

16. Do they ascribe to any religion

17. How do they react to trauma

18. What is their relationship to their parents

19. Do they have siblings
20. Tell me about their love interests
21. What sexuality/gender suits them

22. Tell me about their body, are they tall, or smol

23. What is their combat style and weapon of choice

24. Do they have any fears/phobias

25. Do they follow their instinct or hard facts

26. How do they cope with sorrow

27. What makes them burst out laughing

28. Tell me about their grooming routine

29. What makes them blush
30. What makes them cry
31. Tell me about their aesthetic
32. If they had a tumblr, what would they post

Noctis for the hc thingy?

close-your-eyes-forevermore:

I gotcha, hon~

  • Headcanon A: Noctis’s limp is still a bit painful, but he’s
    learned to live with it, which is why he’s not particularly vocal about it. He
    sees it as more of an inconvenience than an actual problem.
  • Headcanon B: Noct changes the story of how he got his limp
    every time he tells it. “I slipped on a banana and slid all the way down the
    audience chamber.” “I tried to ride a garulet and got flung off its back.” “I
    was born with only one knee.”
  • Headcanon C: The pain in Noctis’s leg spikes at nighttime. When
    he was younger, the agony would push him into headaches. Regis would cradle Noct
    as he cried, heartbroken that he couldn’t take his son’s pain away. Even when
    he was a teenager, the king would sometimes stroke his son’s hair as he
    whimpered in his sleep. It wasn’t until Noct started his trip with the bros
    that he learned to force his sobs down.
  • Headcanon D: Noctis recovered fully and no longer has the
    pain and everything was fine.

Could I ask for an angsty scenario where the reader has had a longtime crush on Prompto and they watch as he confesses to Cindy? Maybe one of the other chocobros knows about the readers feelings? You can totally decide if things end happy or sad! Thank you~

You would watch from a distance with the other boys as Prompto and Cindy spoke. From your place, you could read Prompto’s lips.

“I..I just really like you.”

You’d wish he’d say those words to you, but know that such feelings couldn’t be changed so easily. A heavy sigh would leave you as you’d turn away from the scene. Cindy hadn’t shown any interest in Prompto at all. And as much as you wished he liked you instead, you hoped that she would return his affections. 

He deserved to be happy.

You’d step away, smiling brightly to go sit at the other side of the haven you were all currently standing on while waiting for Prompto. Ignis would excuse himself from the others effortlessly, both Noctis and Gladio not thinking anything of it. Then he’d follow after you.

“Are you alright?” Ignis would ask. He’d know. With those sharp eyes of his, he’d know. He’d have seen your affectionate glances at Prompto when he wasn’t looking. From the lighthearted banter to the small acts of kindness you showed to Prompto alone, he’d know.

Another, more watery, sigh would leave you, and your head would hang as your eyes rested on the rocks on the ground. “No.” 

It’d be hard, but you’d managed to keep most of your hurt-heart from your voice. And with a strong resolve you’d lift your head and steel yourself, “But I will be.”

Heartbreak always hurt. But it wasn’t the end of the world. It hurt sure. But that would go away. Plus…in the back of your mind you knew that Cindy might not return Prompto’s feelings. He’d needs someone too in that case. He’d be hurt, like you. But you’d want him to be happy, and console him. 

Ignis would then pat your shoulder and nod, leaving you to collect yourself. And once you did, you’d return to the others, and pretend that you were okay. 

Prompto would return, but to your surprise, he was only a little dejected. She hadn’t said no, but it hadn’t been a yes either. It was a maybe. It was a someday. It’s wasn’t a promise but a possibility. Which was a lot more than what you would be given if he ever found out. 

So you’d push your feelings away. And hope for the best.