"I don't hate you Ardyn, but everyone else tells me I should."
bookshelves loom, and lighting chants ( it’s late , it’s late ).
as twilight punctures stability, the
world becomes a mirage — an
authority of the night as it channels the room and skims drooping eyelids. a
network of lethargy flutters about
the posture of the youth with each blink, so young and blameless ( as were we all ). tamper with
fate the immortal shall, an eccentric insult to the decay of memory. the young prince shall forget
his face — his name — every time he is acquainted with the phenomena of dreams; body stolen from reality, and replaced with inertia. ( the boy is not to move again , until
morning). such is the consequence of his precocious disorder, not a
mistake of his age. if he does not escape his visions, how will the chosen
fulfill his calling? the accursed must lend a hand.
“ i don’t … hate you , ardyn —— but everyone else tells me i should . ”
nonsense was his confession, a revelation of his fatigue. ‘ hush now ,
you’ve not told a soul about my
little visits . but you will come to hate me , that much is foretold. ’ corruption smooths over the boy’s forehead, splay of
onyx hair divided between fingers. soft lashes assume the tenderness of ardyn’s
gesture, displacing youth’s consciousness to the pillow on which he rests. the once
exuberant hues of a child born to purpose
now hide beneath a veil of respite. it must trouble the boy, to
see his father so tense. little does
the king know who situates himself nearest the innocent, vulnerable and meek to this outsider.
“ noctis
—— ” he whispers to everyone and no
one, the cosmos and the prophecy. “ — you mustn’t always
trust the words of others . you could
not begin to understand what even those
closest to you may say behind your
back . you can trust no one but yourself . ” he pauses; the air is hung with deceit and honesty.
Expression subtly contorts ; unease creeps along his spine – & brow raises as realisation gradually sets in. No way. This guy didn’t look the oblivious sort, nor had he proven himself to be thus far. Surely – Ardyn would pick up on how Noctis had not implied for his jest to be earnestlyconsidered (in any way) – well, he’s fairly certain. Never has been very good at expressing himself – & his humour can be quiteblunt ; easy for another to perceive in the wrong light.
Even so, Noctis can’t help but feel he’s been played – &tragically, there's none other than himself to blame. Not like he wouldn’t still try to blame Ardynif the others so happened to snap at him later – but he digresses ; for the time being, there’s little he can do, asides from begrudginglyfollow through with his own suggestion. Lips part so as to counter the discreet dig taken at his driving capability – but purse awkwardly ;warily, though Noctis is uncertain why.
For once, he’s left speechless ;dumbfounded, and with an unpleasantsense of foreboding. Damn – this guy still gives him the creeps. But alas, he utters a halfhearted, “ Uh … yeah, thanks, ” and cautiouslymanoeuvres his way around Ardyn – & into the car. Well, at least it’s not uncomfortable. After adjusting some, he swings the door closed behind him. Fingers clasp together in his lap, and gaze curiously skirts across the car’s interior ; quiet – & patient.
Noctis doesn’t think to turn – & fleetingly glance over towardhis companions ; he’s already painfullyaware what particular expression each of them (most likely) bear. Instead, he slouches back – in attempt to alleviate discomfort and anxieties, to some extent. All the same, his eyes betray him ; skittishly trail toward driver’s seat & alertly flicker unto the face of the man sitting himself down. “ … So, uh, ” he starts, “ you never explained why you’re helping. ”
twitch of scenario and severance of entourage places ardyn in monitor of noctis’s discard; his companions’ guidance a disposable luxury, or so it would seem. taking directive of his ‘ gullibility ’ with conniving hues, the immortal’s features are ominously pleased. ( step into an enemy’s territory with minimal pause , that’s our future king ). a remarkable spark transitions between that of the accursed’s mysterious air and the likes of the prince’s primary advisor, the scientia of the capital. elaborating their smoldered rivalry ( an emergent danger ), ardyn’s lips near arrogance, upturning in their graces to protective, affronted spectacles. ‘ if looks could kill , ’ he savors , ‘ i would allow you the pleasure , ignis . ’
ankles track inoccupancy of driver’s seat, turning the chancellor to the fledgling opposite the vehicle’s glove compartment. a little bird of patience; noctis’s chirps are silent as the dawn. ardyn advances, accompanying the regality of his passenger and purposely overlooking the daggers now piercing his neck from behind ( thank you , trio ). materials of lavish complexity cushion his descent, heights at incline with the support of ruby leather interior. ‘ precious girl , let’s have some fun with him . ’
conversation initiated by the portrait of destiny ornaments calmness of palm as it shift gears of their ride; pronunciation of motion elicited by a discreet rumble of the engine. probing at his charitable nature sooner than expected, the youngling staggers the accursed’s preconception. nevertheless, speech impediments discredit noctis’s inquisition. a very minor tarnish, though it must be corrected if he is to be followed ( as the immortal once was ).
“ aaah , consider me an enthusiast for lending a hand . i couldn’t allow those migraines of yours to outlast you . ” dubious was his knowledge, problematic in its encroachment. noctis never mentioned his visions, burdensome in their throb. bypassing this anomaly, as he is nothing more than a ‘ kind stranger ’ — ardyn solicits an opinion of the heir. “ are you a fan of music ? most your age are — but i’m not to assume , lest i turn on the radio in vain . ”
‘ Nursery rhymes are curious things, my ass. ’ Expression shifts with subtle displeasure – & gaze follows every movement, but Noctis holds his tongue. It’s tasking to repress scepticism when the guy freely talks of Kings crawling in pain, but already the others have decided it’s worth chancing ; following the stranger to the Disc of Cauthess. He supposes, there’s little use in arguing – & cautiously, agrees to go along with it.
The group follow behind “ Ardyn ” steadily – at least, that’s what he’d insistedthey call him. Noctis falls a good few steps behind, just for safe measure ; the sake of his own comfort, above most else. Although he struggles to place what’s so disconcerting about the man’s presence (save for the tacky attire ) his irritable suspicions are no more quelled. Uncertain Noctis may be, but alas – it’s likely too late to change his mind.
Acceptance comes begrudgingly – & eventually, they’re gathered about the stranger’s car. Before Noctis is given the opportunity to decline, the choice is made for him ; the decision that he shall drive the Regalia, and follow Ardyn’s car to the Disc. Brow raises to this – & subtle ( retrospectively )badly timed smirk twitches at the corner of his lips. “ What if I ride with you? ” Humour, albeit blunt; not like he’d expect affirmation.
an alluding foreshadow traces his lips, a limerick of inducement to the naivety of youth before him. ‘ you need only heed the call … visit the archaeon , and hear his plea . ’ their eyes gossip over his forbearance, resist his proclivity of nearness, yet fall victim to his proposal. to depart from lestallum — a dispersal of trust — so as to allow the chancellor ‘ a window ’ to educe confidence from the prince. a notable recreation, playing with the minds of others. such a leisure to be found in maintaining a façade; though arrogance within the act often develops in persons other than the immortal. to play the game right, you must not only forge your players, but manipulate the opposing forces into submission of your maneuvers. let us practice.
sheepish pace keeps ‘ minorities ’ at his heel, persuasion of gravity approving flaunt of fabrics along broadened arms. a discouraging fumble of pitch affixes itself to the blonde of the quartet, escorting ardyn’s sinuous vernacular into silent converse. it appears the air is deficient of reciprocation, sociability exclusive to ardyn’s verbose nature. ‘ well , you aren’t a very chatty lot now , are you — ? ’ doubtful that the prince will be anymore responsive when disconnected from his … ‘ companions ’ … pulls at the corners of ardyn’s smile. a tug of expressive concern, eliciting a foreign desire for alleviation. if noctis is to follow in pursuit to the disc, he must feel relaxed. curious that he should offer to carpool in ardyn’s vehicle ——
“ — well , i never considered it ( a lie ) … but perhaps it would be in our best interest , seeing as your chauffeur would prefer to hold the wheel . that is not to insinuate you drive poorly , only that i don’t share a recklessness with your —— generation . ” appendages disregard the other three’s reluctance of their travel arrangements, taking hold of door’s handle and unfastening its lock with modest click. particularity of cleverness opens it with guided motion, inviting in noctis’s eagerness of accompanying their ‘ tour guide ’. forgo the regalia, and you shall receive.
raw chill brushed ‘gainst skin, minacious / tranquil profile of ruins establish a gloomy backdrop. from every microscopic air gram, epidemic imbued in cavernous & abundant societies. nay – humankind compel into locations where holy endeavors, monstrosities patient ❪ until white glow quenched ❫ / valor pushing them back. tonight, clear skies & prodigious daemons, eschewing divinity ;feeble things, incapable of anything else beside ruination. he, amused in their oncoming annihilation. but – someone drew him here.
singular blue inspected ‘pon countenance betrayal wrought, vermilion hair tousled. insomnia’s castle maintained its grandeur, excluding starscourge outside. within untouched & bitterness on tongue’s tip.
❝ – the infernian’s work. ❞ verification unneeded, for bahamut knew – & the cosmos fed winged-dragon knowledge. a quiet, unpredictable arrival / onyx leather shoes reflecting light’s benevolence.
presage samples across tongue, a portending rigidity wielding solitary jaw as idle heights loiter nearest an eye to the city. the window — skeletal beauty exuded through its translucence — magnifies an isolate temperament of the ‘ usurper ’ lurking within the uppermost corridors of the citadel. mutilating humanity’s resilience and harmonizing the sacrilege of its evolutionary deterioration ( into daemons ), he grasps at the vespers for its cadaver.
mankind petitions an evening ‘ prayer ’ through silent deliberation, ruminating an attempt of their uprising, whilst the gloaming embers of the cosmos’s omission smolder behind amber glare of its accursed. the principle of memory caresses ardyn’s observance as he gazes to the malformity of darkness below — the jurisdiction of his scourge — and collects the silhouette of spontaneity; an ‘ ego ’ most audacious in approach.
“ you are the first , but surely not the last to visit me —— have you come for the people , or yourself , i wonder ? hmhn … you are shorthanded , devoid of the sovereign i yearn for , and yet —— you cannot possibly be a martyr . some ‘ nameless practitioner ’ endeavoring to cure our light’s erosion … are you exploring insomnia to find me ? no — i mean nothing to you . the world knows not of my bond to its scourge —— unless … ” fingers broaden against splay of glass — evocative — whilst eyes immerse themselves with the advance of anonymity; castle’s entrance a formidable invitation.
“ ——— you are not what you appear to be ; who you appear to be . ”
Immaculate features didn’t dare to falter, not even after the chancellor’s statement that wasn’t less than expected, despite the voices within her mind alerting her to not confide in his words—— no, in him. Lunafreya knew that behind his cheerful and friendly exterior, there was something hidden of the people’s praying eyes, and who knew if the Emperor acknowledged it as well. Her eyes inspected carefully the man as they walked side by side, a slight discomfort washing over her as Ardyn’s arm surrounded her shoulders.
…don’t touch me.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly at a rather familiar feeling. She noticed this before, and it was quite disturbing that she could feel it from him. This was the starscourge, there was no doubt. The blonde steeled herself, trying not to show off anything that might rise suspicions to any of the passerbies or the chancellor himself. Of all the things she imagined about him, this wasn’t one of them at all. For how long has he been infected by the scourge? Perhaps before he joined the Empire as its chancellor? Probably more?
The whisper near her ear almost made her jump, for she was occupied reconsidering the information gathered about him so far. Without further moves, blueberry orbs focused on the man, who was too near to her for her gratification.
Lunafreya couldn’t help but think that everything he said had ulterior motives that for now, she could not figure out what they were about.
“Nevertheless, people might get the wrong impression of this, and it is perceptible that you do not want that. Am I wrong?”
With the new information she had about him, she was somehow lost in what to think in regards of this. However, she would not falter before him, for her willpower refrained her from doing so. The oracle would not submit to him nor anyone. She mustn’t.
“Perhaps you shall smile as well, Ardyn Izunia.” A small smile graced her features, in mild defiance. “It would be unfortunate if citizens thought that something is wrong with the empire’s chancellor.”
though poise inspires defiance of manner, slender refinement of skin flinches from his touch; disconcert provocative in its consequences. had he been so reckless as to remove the ambiguity of his origin, and replace their unnerving acquaintance with an assurance of his corruption? was she to recognize his morality’s ‘ dismemberment ’? clandestine filaments of poison course through his veins, yet to be distinguished by her recoil remains an impelling secret. perhaps his hands were intrusive — her cower instinctual — prompted out of compression native to that of an enemy. surely, she would not have reacted the same with noctis — beneficiary of her affection. though the ‘ prince ’ would never have to coerce physical contact.
“ —— i don’t believe it would be in either of our best interests to bring ourselves more attention than necessary . though you and i share a charisma with the people , and they are — dying — to have audience … we must be careful with our handling this ‘ affliction ’ of theirs . your family has been opposing its might for many years , yet it would be foolish to assume you have seen the worst of its cruelty . but who am i to counsel the oracle — i know nothing of these ailments beyond that of my emperor’s politics . ”
falsify leverage, and one alters her conviction. doubt must persuade, emanate from his tongue, and tempt her to reconsider the implication of his hint upon shoulders. a former embrace, they near the plague — several of its victims a meager twelve feet away — so perchance what she had felt was nothing more than trepidation. a fable, of course — as his motives lie with the alluded threat that he is the ‘ cruelty ’ undiscovered; to be feared.
“ we shall have our time together , lady lunafreya . i will attend to the cameras —— so you may focus on your subjects . pay me no mind . ” arrogance stifles the laugh at his lips; his expression satirical by nature. “ be gentle with them . ”
glimmer of morning dew osculates the annex of beauty cascading the morning hour. voiceless personality traces the sky with lengthily spools of light, protracting, pastel hues of dawn’s fervency resonating across the horizon. what a sight to behold — to observe within animacy — and to witness its transformation: a recurrent blessing.
not alone, yet not accompanied — the chamber is vacant, save the modest clamour of powder-room cabinets. he rests beneath the visage of a candid ceiling, bluntness of its contours a mere canvas of white. to paint it would spoil the protest, but the act of its renovation could provide an enticing competition — one neither would be willing to admit defeat. who is worse for their obstinacy? their stubbornness in answer would provide an eternal dispute. debating with a goddess never suited humanity.
a rummaging frustration carries over to the bed. she vexes herself, with whatever her obstacle may be. suppression of rage elicits dimples of lax cheeks, ardyn turning on side to gaze in the direction of a partially closed door. neither linen nor feather pillows are discriminate in their receiving his weight, a censored laugh climbing his disposition as he calls to the siren.
“ are you faring all right , in there — ? ” a grumble or two apprises his inquest. the door approaches closure from a supplementary push — ignoring — thus encouraging the caelum’s investigation. lungs reminisce the luxury of coverlet, momentarily reluctant to depart from its graces. nevertheless, distance is condensed — a moderation of bare ankles — and appendages offer guidance of barrier. the door concealing the ocean’s sovereign, goddess and mother is opened via sluggish curiosity. the haze of premature arousal lingers betwixt mahogany tresses, and caresses morning features. he was appreciative of rising early, naturally embracing the luminous scar of the sun’s first appearance, only the two had not agreed upon slumber until far into the night. a habitual ‘ struggle ’.
“ would thou be so kind to braid our hair today ? ”
formality of exasperation is prevalent in tone as she sets a hairclip of value on counter’s ledge; an esteemed gift intended solely for the pearlescent locks before him. several attempts at conceptualizing her own design faltered on disapproving fingers, now left to clutch the stool supporting her lower half. her posture does not ripple as the ocean, yet her composure cracks as the crest of a wave. he entreats her, a mildness to digits exploring the extent of the moon’s glow in her hair. amassing its refinement, interlacing fingers amidst its strands, he bundles his right hand at the union of skull and spine. he tugs hard, pulling her sights back and over to him. a devious glimpse of his smile precedes confrontational whisper.
WORDS THAT SLIP FROM A FORKED TONGUE strike a chord with the blond — an ADJUSTMENT to his stance as brows knit together. however, his aim does not FALTER; this man — no… this REPTILE would sway prompto’s thoughts; corrupt him. leaving his mind SECOND-GUESSING all of this. his motives for this stand-off would become UNNECESSARY. why the gunslinger was even LETTING such VILE words hang in the air was unknown to him — the chancellor’s SULTRY voice creeping its way through prompto’s ears, probing at his brain; SELF DOUBT was his worst enemy.
‘ i’m here to HELP, as i always have. you know this ‘ ‘ young noctis acts of his own accord ‘
amidst ardyn’s words, that now hindered the marksman’s aim, LOWERED his arm to AVOID a possible deadly strike, ❝ no…. you’re LYING – !!❞ a new spark of RAGE fuels prompto to straighten his arm once more, pointing straight for the chancellor’s skull, despite signaling his lack of WEAPONS by holding his hands up into the air, ❝ noct would NEVER…. not unless you —- ❞ ( please —— you’re not a MURDERER )
there’s a click when the blond pulls back on the hammer, SOLIDIFYING his intent to kill as the chancellor takes a step forward. he couldn’t let ardyn’s words get to him. TRICKERY was his specialty; prompto would not let his mind be so EASILY swayed, ❝ ——- just…. just SHUT UP, alright – !? d-don’t come any closer – !! ❞ ( or what? you’ll SHOOT - ? as if you have the GUTS to take a human life )as if ardyn was even HUMAN.
all of this… this is all WRONG. the confrontation on the train, the prince’s CLOUDED JUDGEMENT, ardyn standing before him — his life under prompto’s JURISDICTION.
when did the whole world fall to MADNESS – ?
wind’s ferocity — a marauder of the senses — pilfers merit of attire and sophistication of locks ( BURGUNDY IN TINGE ). they frolic, blinding and disorderly amidst propel of engine. the train’s haste practices an unyielding severity, its contesting urgency lasting far beyond departure. ‘ if the prince is not swift , i’m afraid my opportunity will pass —— now is not the time to dawdle , noct . do hurry up . ’
arbitrary glare of sun etches flecks of resilience within amber manipulation ( IRISES OF A TRICKSTER , PUPILS OF A CASANOVA ), the chancellor unphased by turbulence of the environment. the innocent struggles, exerted by misgivings of wrists. gravity taunts, qualms within poise lowering the gunman’s weapon to transitory mercy. ‘ no no no , not yet —— prompto , you mustn’t . your prince is so close , now . fear me . detest me . for i must gather your remains from the gorge he will thrust upon you . ’ a mere glance to the smear of a valley below; velocity slandering its consistency. surely one of them will meet its coarseness, and shortly.
a click. the blonde readily primes execution, whilst consenting the heavens to surmise flaws in his audacity. bravery quavers, shuddering beneath hands absent of his frame. ardyn needn’t touch him to affect, yet he strangulates prompto’s fluency, utterances fractured upon vacillating anatomy ( DEPLORABLE , YET ADVANTAGEOUS ). lips roll upon substitutions, a discretion of rejoinder lingering within tactic. to stir the hornet’s nest, or nestle the cub. an expedient choice.
“ you won’t do this , prompto . you cannot do this . you must believe , beyond all reasonable doubt , that i am guilty for what is happening if you are to ‘ pass judgment ’ —— but how ? it isn’t possible . your mind accounts for my loyalties , yet your hands betray our memories . remember , prompto . remember —— ” tick tick. noctis is almost here.
fanciful blackness contours haggard temperament. disposition, seething beneath pressure of obscured emotionality, provides a sweltering rash within isolate psyche. no one is here. everyone is here. he is alone, but they are with him. the whispers of voracious impurity are demanding as they appeal, dictate, and exclaim intolerance upon tugged collar. they burn, and they sooth — a millennia of remedial cruelty.
how do you truly feel about bahamut?
digits are an abrasion upon flesh, scraping against depravity, degeneracy, and corruption. the daemons are assuaged — fleetingly placated by his carving steel into wardrobe. he hacks, and hacks, pouring fingers into progressive scar. debauch in their eroticism, the daemons lust for the flesh of divinity, of the authoritarian cosmos — to cannibalize its negligence and bury it deep into hearth of perdition, far beyond the sanctity of the netherworld.
how do you truly feel about bahamut?
laceration reminisces the draconian’s bequeathing moralities. ABANDONMENT. he castrated the immortal of all his dignity; asphyxiated the sacredness of his rectitude, and left him to claw his way out from beneath the affliction of damnation with arms crucified to his back. this world remains in worship to this beast, blinded by the fallacy of history’s erroneous advance. paradox immerses, enticing susceptible minds to forget the likes of ardyn’s downfall. the truth of his betrayal. the prejudice of his damnation. like sheep, they venerate: a procession of apostles to mourn the draconian’s absence. he hides. he flaunts. ‘ catch me if you can , ’ an injective, provoking venom. how do you locate a monster, a forsaken vision of your soul being incinerated by its will, when it is no more a hallucination than the sanctuary to be found of tainted breath?
how do you truly feel?
“ ——— how does a forest appreciate the hubris of a lit match ? i’ll let you in on a secret . so long as its bearer cannot escape upon flame meeting terrain, the woodland embraces their mutual cremation . set fire to us both , else you run in cowardice . thousands of years pass —— and the landscape will flourish anew , from the ashes of its maker . the arsonist couldn’t possibly understand its redemption , not until it is too late . ”
“ to be frank : bahamut made the mistake of initiating my devastation once before , and will watch as i bask in the remnants he left of me . ”
i consider anyone who is passionate about ardyn’s character to be a friend. with that, i want both my mutual and non mutual followers to know that you can approach me as though we were more than just acquaintances. if it’s to vent, confide, or simply chat about ffxv, theories, ardyn, astrals or other material-- do so!
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mutual following
do not take offense if i don’t mutually follow you. if i don’t follow you back, that is not because i am uninterested in your blog. instead, i am highly selective with a) the content i wish to see on my dash and b) those i would like to partake in writing with.
even if we interact, i may not follow you back. this includes, but is not limited to, personal blogs following me that have little to no ardyn/ffxv content on their blog, characters who i perceive to be underdeveloped or intrusive (see “writing partners”), and so forth. if you’re uncertain if you fall in this category, please do not hesitate to inquire.
if i follow you, i do not expect you to mutually follow me back if that is not something you are comfortable in doing. however, if we are mutual followers and you unfollow me at a later time, i will be inclined to unfollow you as well. it is very rare that i unfollow someone, but it does happen and generally for a reason.
if you feel our characters have the chance to be the foundation of incredible plots, memes, etc and i still have not followed you back, message me. i always welcome new users. please bear in mind i may decline your suggestion to become mutuals, but i will not do this without reason. it could be something as minor as i already have an exclusive (or mains, plural) for the character you write, or something else more serious such as you partaking in any sort of hate against ffxv or its affiliated characters.
do you write as ardyn? wondering if it's weird to follow another user who portrays the same character? don't worry, i'm as nervous as you are. however, fear not! i am certainly open to chatting ooc / ic with other ardyn writers. if you are to follow me, chances are i will follow in return. the likelihood of me following first is very low as i am hesitant trash but please feel free to contact me. always. a fellow ardyn lover ranks high in my books.
writing partners
it is a rare occasion that i post inbox/starter memes. if you are interested in interacting with my ardyn, the chances of that happening through a starter call is slim (although not impossible if you are a shy individual, most of whom i love and admire). however, i try to frequent the inboxes of writers i am interested in writing with. if i’m not quite confident in directly contacting you, should you see me obsessively liking a majority of your posts, chances are i am intrigued by your character and wish to do something together.
if and when i do post starter calls, plotting calls, open starters and any such other forms of initial interaction, they are reserved for mutuals only. that is, you must be following me if i am to reply to something you reblog. however, non-mutuals are always welcome to send me ooc inbox memes and questions.
you may strike/bludgeon/assault ardyn without asking me first. however, be reasonable. if you’re unsure if you’re crossing a line or godmodding me, please talk to me about it. i would be more than glad to work something out. if you don’t want to ‘spoil’ a surprise you have in store for me within an upcoming reply, such as an attempt on ardyn’s life, you can hint to it as best you can in-character or through messaging.
ardyn is remarkably flamboyant and charismatic, bordering grandiloquent. there could be instances he may allude to flirtation in order to achieve (dis)comfort of those around him. do not read into this as an investment into a platonic or otherwise sexual relationship. i do have individuals i ship with ardyn, and the chances of me stepping out of those select few are very slim. however, if i am exploring something, i will try to make it evidently clear in either my written reply or the tags belonging to it.
i highly recommend keeping an eye on my tag for your url as i frequently tag users in posts i associate with you and/or your character. most posts will be musings of a lighthearted/hilarious nature, but i assure you ‘the feels’ will also make an appearance. example: /tagged/yoururl.
i find it exceedingly difficult to accept threads with original characters. this is not because the creativity behind them is poor, but due to the frequency they intrude on canon. this includes, but is not limited to, being a long lost child of a canon character (especially ardyn), a pre-assumed lover of ardyn's, someone who miraculously carries the same abilities as the lucis bloodline, etc. however, i have seen very talented writers behind original characters that are completely unrelated to the canon plot and have no qualms with them. that is, unless i see it impractical that our characters could fit into one another's universes. for example, ardyn belongs to a fantasy-based reality, but i could not see myself writing with a character from 'adventure time' albeit has 'royals' and so forth.
shipping / mains / exclusives
this blog is ship exclusive, but is not single-ship. what does this mean? well, there are multiple characters i ship with ardyn. however, once a main (and/or exclusive) partner is established, and we agree upon shipping the two of them together, i will not write ship related content with another url who portrays the same character. not all of these roles have been filled/taken, though a select few have. if you are curious as to whether or not i ship ardyn with your character (and do not already write the ship with another url), please contact me. there have been times i don't ship something initially, as i may have never been presented with the idea, but i love development and chemistry.
i have yet to format a mains / exclusives page for myself. however, in the meantime i will make it abundantly clear who possesses which title(s). exclusivity entails that i will not be writing with any other interpretation of the same character, i.e. entirely dedicated to one url. this includes, but is not limited to, sending memes / prompts to other urls who write the same character, answering ic asks from other writers of the same character, and so forth. exclusivity is highly devoting (and also an honor, when approached about it), and may take a long time for me to decide. this requires that i forgo all other interaction with writers who portray the same character as you. however, there are times you find partners who are nothing short of an aesthetic "soul mate", and you may not ever see yourself writing the same level of content / depth with anyone else. this allows us to develop our urls together, and i find it quite beautiful. understand that if you wish to be exclusives, i hold this very personally.
mains are very precious to me. if exclusivity is not for you, as it isn't for everyone, i am more than happy to discuss being mains. i will have more than one main of the same character, typically limited to two and sometimes three if it is a highly popular character (such as noctis). being a main entails that my primary "focus" will be your url when looking for interaction with the character you write. for example, if i am following nine noctis blogs, and am mains with two, the two i am closest with will receive far more of me in their inboxes, sending them prompts, memes, gifsets, and so forth. mains will always be given priority in finishing responses. that is, if i owe six replies (none of which are "mains" of mine), and a main responds (giving me seven replies to finish) i will typically write back to my main first. in no way am i dismissing what i owe to writers not in my list of mains, or discounting any interaction our characters have had thus far, it is simply my loyalties. i take exclusives and mains very seriously, as i find a high level of respect in those titles.
parting notes
do not underestimate your own capability to write. if you are deferring interaction with me out of insecurity, anxiety, or unintended intimidation on my part, i assure you i would enjoy nothing more than conversation. it delights me to my very core when i receive a new follower and/or mutual, so come visit your chancellor if but for an afternoon.
if you prefer ooc introductions first, by all means. i would love to meet the person behind the muse as i find plotting comes more naturally if we familiarize ourselves with one another’s preferences, (dis)comforts, and passions.
take care out there, and watch out for daemons in the night (wink).
millenniums prior to noctis’s birth, two brothers are burdened with the plague of mankind: a daemonization of its innocents known only as the starscourge. ardyn, hallowed as the healer of the people and liberator of this corruption, is chosen by the crystal to purge the world of darkness. while exalted by the task, torturous as it may be, ardyn must now face the anguish of extracting the daemons from eos and encasing them within himself.
among those of the highest prestige in niflheim’s empire, a relationship both artificial and expendable in the eyes of the immortal, ardyn charms the façade of its intensions by taking hold of iedolas’s political matters. a befitting chancellor for an otherwise covetous government, he seizes any and all opportunities to remove distance from himself and the nation of lucis, both on account of ulterior motives and to rekindle that which was his dismal past-- the city of insomnia and the kingdom over which it presides.
following the assassination of regis lucis caelum and niflheim’s successful extraction of the crystal, ardyn’s unforgiving patience begins to reap benefit. clad with imperial authority and recognized internationally under the surname 'izunia', the chancellor employs diligence in arranging coincidental meetings with the late king’s son, noctis, and his companions. with conspicuous generosity, against that which would be expected of an enemy, he lures the young men into the maw of deceit so as to inspire the advent of noctis’s ascension. such charity is not without consequence. nevertheless, in keeping the party uninformed, ardyn’s hostile incentives remain undisclosed.
eos, riddled in darkness as the true king withstands the crystal’s convolution of time, places ardyn in a position of illicit authority. branded a usurper by the ignorance of lucians, he awaits the return of his deliverer; one who provides ardyn’s only means of liberation from the corruption that suffocates his mind and the people he once saved. for 2000 years, ardyn has outlasted the daemons within him; utilizing their morbidity so as to manipulate eos into the starscourge of years past, and formulate his own demise. only in 'the beyond' can noctis fulfill this task, and purge the world of darkness by eliminating his ancestor. whilst situating himself atop the throne, ardyn readily anticipates an uprising over the oncoming years. after all, how could a traitor, an assailant to the caelum family, call himself a king? those who do not know history-- who do not understand ardyn’s origin-- will fear noctis’s absence. the duration of which, at the current time, is unknown.
tragedy takes its course, but can also be suspended upon resurrection. what negligible instances of loyalty ardyn conferred unto eos are limited to his past, his current motives, and only one other-- ravus nox fleuret. curiosity paid homage to the heir of tenebrae, seeing that he renounced all birthrights to take action against the late king regis. thus, the boy’s determination permitted timeless reverence from the immortal as ravus aged. maturing into far more than a mere commander, now forced to the 'guillotine' after the catastrophe of leviathan’s rite, ardyn solicits the infernal divinity of ifrit. imploring that the astral unite with ravus, after having exposed the fleuret to unbearable daemonization out of a selfish desire for affinity between them, and to coerce a battle against noctis, distinguishes fidelity. an affection of this nature, within the accursed, has been unexpressed since the millennium of his betrayal. having ravus returned to his side, diabolical in his restoration, brings ardyn a level of satisfaction formerly unaffiliated with the corrosion of his mind. the infernian will be his and his alone, sheathed within the fleuret whose resilience inspires, if only for the time they have left before the crystal’s champion returns.
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basic information
FULL NAME: ardyn lucis caelum.
ALIAS: ardyn izunia.
LABELS: healer of the people, chancellor, creepy old man, jester, the immortal accursed, usurper.
GENDER: male.
AGE:
BIRTH DATE:
STAR SIGN: gemini.
ETHNICITY: white.
ROMANTIC STATUS: biromantic.
SEXUAL STATUS: gray-asexual, as is capable of feeling sexual attraction but does not actively pursue relationship(s) and/or intercourse.
RELIGION:
SPOKEN LANGUAGE: common tongue, language of the astrals.
OTHER: regis lucis caelum, kin; noctis lucis caelum, kin; ifrit the infernian, astral summon; gentiana, undisclosed; ravus nox fleuret, ambiguous; iedolas aldercapt, emperor.
physical traits
EYE COLOUR: amber, when human; pallid gold with black sclera, when daemonic.
HAIR COLOUR: burgundy, mahogany.
SKIN COLOUR: sun kissed.
HEIGHT: 190cm, 6'3" (rounded).
WEIGHT: 172lbs, 78kg (rounded).
PHYSIQUE: slender, fit.
bestiary
LEVEL: final boss.
HEALTH POINTS: 200'000.
STRENGTH: 4'760.
VITALITY: 164.
SPIRIT: 152.
IMMUNITIES: death, alterna, poison, and stop.
ABILITIES: political influence, phasing, warp-strikes, elemental sorcery, controlling time, illusions, weilding armiger weapons, summoning astrals.
alignment i
NEUTRAL EVIL: characters of this alignment are typically selfish and have no qualms about turning on their allies-of-the-moment. they have no compunctions about harming others to get what they want, but neither will they go out of their way to cause carnage or mayhem when they see no direct benefit to it. they abide by laws for only as long as it is convenient for them. a villain of this alignment can be more dangerous than either lawful or chaotic evil characters, since he is neither bound by any sort of honour or tradition nor disorganised and pointlessly violent. neutral evil characters consider their alignment to be the most valuable as they can advance themselves without regard for others.
in an age long past, benevolence shrouded a once selfless caelum. his compassion for humanity, the people of whom he endeavored to save and protect, rendered ardyn deified in the eyes of the salvaged some two millennia ago. a fateful malady known as the starscourge distorted human existence and mutated people into daemons, the likes of which his brother, not yet chosen by the crystal, was to defend as king. by the gods’ will, ardyn had been chosen: endowed with the ability to eradicate this incurable scourge and restore a ravaged mankind. however, the honor of surpassing his brother in assuming the role of savior, thereby subjecting his body to the arduous strain of hosting myriad daemons, earned an adverse and unanticipated reward.
entrenched jealousy from izunia, in conjunction with distaste among the astrals in witnessing ardyn’s newly ‘tainted’ body, resulted in condemnation for his transgression. deemed impure, ostracized and humiliated by his kin and denied ascension to the astral realms, the gods blighted ardyn with the curse of immortality. millions of lives were spared by his sacrifice; notwithstanding these actions, eternal damnation was bestowed upon the healer. loyalty expelled, ardyn was to suffer the fate of traitors and envy, to live forevermore in a void of betrayal.
time ceased to exist. a deepening hatred of the hypocrisy that forged his hell was all that remained. an eternity passed, and with the once cordial affection for his brother, people, and gods now poisoned by the precipice of his madness, he seeks redemption. donning the alias “ardyn izunia”, his objectives are set into motion as another champion of the crystal arises, thousands of years later. having noctis lucis caelum (cxiv) under exclusive focus, ardyn’s ruthlessness takes a substantial peak. longing for the day on which to battle the true king since his degradation, he reclaims grace, charisma, and scrupulous manipulation as his patience has provided him with a vulnerable target and destined sovereign.
with the niflheim empire’s political operations under ardyn’s discretion as chancellor, and his natural eccentricity magnetizing noctis’s group to his confidence and dubious generosity, the world of eos and its inhabitants have all become a means to an end in extinguishing the blood royal-- both the crystal’s champion, and ultimately, himself.
