[There’s sun! SUN! Last Prompto checked the nights were getting longer now there’s a beach, he’s somehow managed to trade his scandalously sheer robe for a pair of short orange swim trunks and he’s really trying to stop his panicked thoughts from going 60 mph. Seriously if that creepy clown of a chancellor hadn’t already shown he can’t perform illusions past voices and bodies Prompto would be sure this hallucination is totally his fault.
As it is Prompto stumbles forth from the room he arrived in and raises his hand to shield his pasty freckled face from the bright summerlike rays. Those can be deadly for poor pale Promptos! It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust so he can take in his newest environment and MAN he wish he hadn’t.]
Ohmygod I’ve finally lost my mind! [His voice cracks and yep, there’s the panic erupting like a volcano because there’s a friggin seagull head on those hunky beefcake lifeguards.] Will somebody PLEASE tell me if I’m hallucinating?! When I said I wanted seaside supermodels this is NOT what I meant!!!
II: THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA (NSFW option)
[Now that his panic attacks have fallen to the wayside Prompto is feeling a little more courageous. Or at least less likely to run into the nearest closet to hyperventilate. He slaps at his cheeks to pep himself up, putting on a smile, before he trots off to check the cool seashells he saw on the beach.
…Except those seashells are looking… hmmm. Red rushes to his cheeks and he bends down to pick up a sort of normal looking conch. At least it doesn’t look straight out of a bachelorette party. He smiles and lifts the conch up only to drop it like it’s on fire when a moan escapes. With a tomato-red face he looks around guiltily even though it’s totally not HIS fault some seashell was moaning in his ear!]
You know what? Nope, not doing this. No more porn-shells!
[He quickly backs up and looks around for something else to do.]
Way-hey, are those skewers? Oh I am STARVING. Just... Please don’t be penises, pleasedont’bepenises.
[With that mantra he grabs a couple Flamin’ Hop Skewers to chow down on. They look normal enough. He sniffs carefully. Okay, smells normal too. Prompto takes a bite and lets out a happy moan at the flavor. It may not be Iggy’s cooking but for once he’s content to relax with his new food. He spies another person nearby and smiles in greeting.]
Heya! You have got to try these!
III: SWIM UP TO THE BAR
[After the whole seagull baywatch thing Prompto realizes he should have expected that the mermaids would be…. Off. Instead he finds himself staring at a fish-person with enormous breasts, his hand on his chin as if he’s lost in thought. He’s really not. The day so far has completely fried his brain and he’s starting to roll with the weirdness. That’s probably not a good thing.]
Somehow…That makes perfect sense.
[He shakes his head, a small smile on his face, and continues to meander on to check out the spectacular evening scenery. He would kill to have his camera here and feels it like a missing limb. To make up for its loss he raises his fingers to form a snapshot frame, his body twisting this way and that like he’s aiming for the perfect shot. There’s just so much to see!
Prompto’s so focused on trying to capture a pic of the bar with its delicious looking drink with his ‘camera’ that he almost mows somebody down and stumbles himself.]
Shi-Sorry sorry! [He does a half bow before looking up with an embarrassed smile.] Are you alright?
IV: WILDCARD & OOC NOTES Kink list here but essentially no scat, vore and gore. Prompto is open to all 18+!
Prompto Argentum | Final Fantasy XV | New!
[There’s sun! SUN! Last Prompto checked the nights were getting longer now there’s a beach, he’s somehow managed to trade his scandalously sheer robe for a pair of short orange swim trunks and he’s really trying to stop his panicked thoughts from going 60 mph. Seriously if that creepy clown of a chancellor hadn’t already shown he can’t perform illusions past voices and bodies Prompto would be sure this hallucination is totally his fault.
As it is Prompto stumbles forth from the room he arrived in and raises his hand to shield his pasty freckled face from the bright summerlike rays. Those can be deadly for poor pale Promptos! It takes a minute for his eyes to adjust so he can take in his newest environment and MAN he wish he hadn’t.]
Ohmygod I’ve finally lost my mind! [His voice cracks and yep, there’s the panic erupting like a volcano because there’s a friggin seagull head on those hunky beefcake lifeguards.] Will somebody PLEASE tell me if I’m hallucinating?! When I said I wanted seaside supermodels this is NOT what I meant!!!
II: THE BEACH BUNNY BARBECUE BONANZA (NSFW option)
[Now that his panic attacks have fallen to the wayside Prompto is feeling a little more courageous. Or at least less likely to run into the nearest closet to hyperventilate. He slaps at his cheeks to pep himself up, putting on a smile, before he trots off to check the cool seashells he saw on the beach.
…Except those seashells are looking… hmmm. Red rushes to his cheeks and he bends down to pick up a sort of normal looking conch. At least it doesn’t look straight out of a bachelorette party. He smiles and lifts the conch up only to drop it like it’s on fire when a moan escapes. With a tomato-red face he looks around guiltily even though it’s totally not HIS fault some seashell was moaning in his ear!]
You know what? Nope, not doing this. No more porn-shells!
[He quickly backs up and looks around for something else to do.]
Way-hey, are those skewers? Oh I am STARVING. Just... Please don’t be penises, pleasedont’bepenises.
[With that mantra he grabs a couple Flamin’ Hop Skewers to chow down on. They look normal enough. He sniffs carefully. Okay, smells normal too. Prompto takes a bite and lets out a happy moan at the flavor. It may not be Iggy’s cooking but for once he’s content to relax with his new food. He spies another person nearby and smiles in greeting.]
Heya! You have got to try these!
III: SWIM UP TO THE BAR
[After the whole seagull baywatch thing Prompto realizes he should have expected that the mermaids would be…. Off. Instead he finds himself staring at a fish-person with enormous breasts, his hand on his chin as if he’s lost in thought. He’s really not. The day so far has completely fried his brain and he’s starting to roll with the weirdness. That’s probably not a good thing.]
Somehow…That makes perfect sense.
[He shakes his head, a small smile on his face, and continues to meander on to check out the spectacular evening scenery. He would kill to have his camera here and feels it like a missing limb. To make up for its loss he raises his fingers to form a snapshot frame, his body twisting this way and that like he’s aiming for the perfect shot. There’s just so much to see!
Prompto’s so focused on trying to capture a pic of the bar with its delicious looking drink with his ‘camera’ that he almost mows somebody down and stumbles himself.]
Shi-Sorry sorry! [He does a half bow before looking up with an embarrassed smile.] Are you alright?
IV: WILDCARD & OOC NOTES
Kink list here but essentially no scat, vore and gore. Prompto is open to all 18+!