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❖ ;; OF DOUBTFUL AUTHENTICITY.

                     ᴀ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴜsᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ʀᴏᴍ.                      ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ // ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀʀ // ғғxᴠ // ʜᴘ — ʀᴜʟᴇs.

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oOoh.~

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"Uh--" Okay, now that he's actually doing this, he feels as if this is stupid, but what the hell. "So, um. It's Mother's Day, yeah? And, well... don't laugh, Ignis." He coughs and shoves a card he got at a gas station into his advisor's hands along with a paper-bag wrapped package with a new set of measuring spoons in it. "Happy Mother's Day," he mutters, and kind of edges off to go die of embarrassment, or something.

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – What a thoughtful gift! He mused over the card first and its glory, though he doesn’t exactly consider himself to be the Group Mom, it’s undeniable that he is. The consideration is even better that it came with a gift, one that’ll be added to the growing collection of cooking utensils in his arsenal.

“You are aware that I’m not actually your mother, correct?” Ignis teased and stopped him for leaving by gently tugging him back. “Still, if I am important enough for the consideration, then I appreciate it deeply. Shall I start responding to mum exclusively now?”

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SHIPPING MEME!

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: Tagged by @rexcrystallis​ TAGGING: @technoblondie​ @prisedefer​ @oracleborn​

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

Ignis x Being Happy. I like IgNoct and Gladnis, but I’m fairly.. Particular on it.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Pretty much all aspects of it. I’m willing to write the fights, the fluff, the smut(in private), the parts where they didn’t really like each other so much.. Beyond romantic relationships, I’m literally down to do everything that DOESN’T include noncon or pe.dophilia. I love love looooove conflict, oh my god. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

I don’t really have a maximum, though I’m fairly aware that it’ll squick some people out to see a 10+ age gap. However, I think so long as the people engaged aren’t being creepy, it’s all fine. Considering Ignis’ age though, I generally won’t go beyond 10 years unless I see a really good connection between the muses. Ignis himself wouldn’t be comfortable dating most people 10 years older than him.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Yes and no. Beyond the ���Ignis has to actually like them’ thing, I am actually fairly easy-going when it comes to shipping! Ignis IS gay though, so no F/M romantic ships will be occurring on this blog. Most of my selectiveness is based on whether or not I think I can write with this person for a long time and if I don’t think they’re just going to stop talking to me in a week. There’s this, and I need to know the person isn’t gonna be constant 100% shipping content with me. I get tired, man.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

I don’t write sexual NSFW on any blogs, though I will consider it getting to a certain point before I move it to private on account of how ‘shy’ I am about that. I say this while having an AO3 with smut on it. I consider it NSFW the moment anything goes below the belt, even petting.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

I honest to God, ship Ignis with all the Chocobros. I didn’t really think a lot about other characters I could ship him with, but that’s on account of my own personal love aversions at times and being singleship before.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

YES! I ship chemistry, and honestly-- if you ask me, the chances of something happening increases THAT much more because I’m FAIRLY nervous with shipping, and I almost never ask first if the ship I have in mind is romantic.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Depends on the day. Most days I am disinterested in romance unless I have a ship already, some other days, I can’t bear the thought, and other days, all I want to do is fluff. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  

Just recently switched over from Singleship to Multiship, yes!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I would like to say more-or-less but the truth is, if you get me to ship with you and you’re consistently active with me(at least, not every day but I don’t want it to feel one-sided) I will end up going ride-or-die with that ship. It will make me anguish.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

My favorite ship is platonic unless stated otherwise, and it’s IgNoct.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Just tell me, honestly. If I like you as a person, I’ll give you the opportunity to build one with me, but if I don’t think it’s gonna work out(which... usually is not the case) then I won’t engage in it. I don’t do shortcut building through memes, but I absolutely will plot one out in private and delve straight into the goo if I’m so inclined. I also won’t ship with people who have a ship with Ignis already, I just get nervous and anxious and insecure about my portrayal, so trust me-- it’s better that way.

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“ Can we at least pretend to be civilized? ” “ We’re supposed to be civil? ” “ Now, please… invite me in. ” “ Come in before I change my mind. ” “ You do realize that everyone hates you. ” “ Tonight, we celebrate our truce. ” “ So, you’re throwing a fake party in honor of a fake truce and your guest of honor is in a dungeon. ” “ Have fun with that. ” “ So, talk to me about this. ” “ This is the ebb and flow of violence and tragedy. ” “ What does it want? ” “ You think this person might be at your party? ” “ I’m counting on you to help me find them. ” “ Speaking of which… ” “ Late start to the day, ______? ” “ Hi. Creepy. ” “ Normal is boring. ” “ Are you here to kill me? ” “ My priorities have changed. ” “ So, you know, one plus one equals captured. ” “ I like her, for what it’s worth. ” “ Well, you can make up for it by doing me a favor. ” “ I don’t think I have a choice. ” “ Well, you’ve outdone yourself. ” “ I’m inclined to agree. ” “ Violence must only be seen as a last resort, or it will only weaken our position. ” “ Yes, well, I’m a creature of of very specific habits. ” “ No bloodshed. ” “ Bloodshed is inevitable. ” “ And should any turmoil arise, should anyone dare to disrupt our kingdom, let them answer to me. ” “ How the mighty have fallen. How the tables have turned. Still trying to find the right idiom. ” “ You ransacked my place. Classy. ” “ If you think that waving that blade around is gonna scare me, you’re more desperate than I thought.” “ Threatening my friends. That is… that is low. ” “ So it’s just business with some pleasure. ” “ Let this evening be a respite from past grievances and and an opportunity to forge new friendships.” “ Stiff drinks. Hot waiters. Seems like a cool shindig. ” “ You got a plan? ” “ It was a nice speech. ” “ Well, your concern has been duly noted. ” “ You positive this will work? ” “ I always wondered what my parents might have been like, what they might have thought of me. ” “ Might I suggest we begin before the evening ends? ” “ You can start by locating our enemies. ” “ You ready? ” “ What does any of this mean? Our suspect is a hanged magician with a penchant for hanging swords? ” “ Well, then by all means, let’s go find the viper in our midst. ” “ This is the one. ” “ I think I need to do this part alone. ” “ You seem confident. ” “ Remember the deal we made. ” “ I spy a lady in need of accompaniment. ” “ I’m so glad the lack of invitation didn’t deter you from attending. ” “ You should try not to be so clingy. ” “ Well, given your reputation, one can never be too careful. ” “ You seem to have made up your mind about me. ” “ Let’s start again. ” “ You’re bluffing. ” “ Go ahead, call my bluff. See how that works out. ” “ I’m good at finding what I want. ” “ And I would so hate to see you become their next blood sacrifice. ” “ Of course, there is another way. ” “ He’s either cutting a deal or killing somebody. Either way, we really ain’t got nothing to talk about. ” “ You know, I can’t say I blame you. ” “ Don’t try to justify what it is that you did: you know you were wrong. ” “ Have all your battles been free of casualties? ” “ You know, in my experiences, I’ve learned that survival comes at a price, just like love and family and basically anything else. ” “ You probably tell yourself that because you haven’t got anybody else. ” “ Is everything okay here? ” “ He seems nice. Want me to break his legs? ” “ Tell me what it wants. ” “ Regardless, my terms are set. ” “ It’s a good thing one isn’t judged by the competence of one’s enemies. I’d be rather insulted. ” “ I was you once. ” “ Now, that right there should show you just how bad your master actually is. ” “ I’m gonna take that as a compliment. ” “ I ought to flay the skin from your bones, but these are uncommon times, are they not? ” “ I must say, it is a compelling offer. Murder in exchange for clemency. ” “ You’re even more perceptive than your reputation suggests. ” “ And in what fairy tale do you think that I would allow that to happen? ” “ My offer was a courtesy. ” “ You have quite the one-track mind. ” “ Tell me, do you hate me on general principle or was it something I said? ” “ I hid and watched what you did. ” “ Careful not to overplay your hand, _______. ” “ I did what I had to and you’re quite welcome. ” “ So, am I supposed to thank you? ” “ An alliance between you and I is essential. ” “ I don’t bargain and I’m done with reason. ” “ I owe you an apology. ” “ I get the sense that’s kind of par for the course with your family. ” “ Well, the night’s still young. ” “ Of course you’d enter in the creepiest way possible— again. ” “ I try to avoid bloodshed; you become the town executioner. ” “ Tell me what you know. ” “ And it will come for us all. ”

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This theme is gonna be so awesome, but so much work to do.

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This joke popped into my head at work and I could not scramble to write it down and build the rest of the comic around it quickly enough

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lucislined:

                              ❛  you look pretty good for someone who’s ancient. gray suits you better than me.  ❜          a quiet laugh follows. though his friend showed less signs of aging than he did, he knew that in time ( and time his friend would have ) he would wear his age as he did all things; flawlessly.

                              the request comes as a surprise, but he finds he doesn’t mind. his friend saw the world differently now, and he felt little hesitation when it came to his adviser, their lives spent at each other’s side. part of him desired to see the others face as well, to see scars that have now had time to heal. he had not asked back then, when wounds were fresh and the subject too sore to broach. 

                              now, with time passed and iggy moving about as if only minor inconvenience, it felt safe. and yet, he had not the courage. instead, he allowed the other to see him as per his request. he reached out, lithe fingers to wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand toward his face.          ❛  ———— yeah, go ahead.  ❜

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; –“Are you saying I’m greying?” there’s an inflection of concern, bordering hurt tone to this inquiry, but the knit of his brow eased up almost instantly as the words left his mouth. What was-- is still an insecurity of his doesn’t matter when he cannot see, but he deflected by turning it into a joke.

“With how much I’ve worried over you and the others, it is a miracle I haven’t been told I’ve gone completely grey with stress lines to match.”

He nodded at his approval and hesitated to touch despite his guidance. Still, Ignis steeled on and the first touch of his fingertips came to Noctis’ cheek and slid over the skin smoothly. From there he gradually grew bolder but respectful, mapping out the structure of his cheekbones and jawline. Purposely Ignis lingered at his brow, a mimicry of an old, usually rarely occurring habit he had of brushing the other’s bangs out of his eyes when he was upset.

“I will lament my loss for only a moment; your features have undoubtedly grown stronger in your time away, that much I can tell. Now that you can grow facial hair that isn’t horrifically patchy, do you intend to keep it?”

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It sucks that we miss people like that. You think you’ve accepted that someone is out of your life, that you’ve grieved and it’s over, and then bam. One little thing, and you feel like you’ve lost that person all over again.

Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass. (via wordsnquotes)

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[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – He is quiet in contemplation; does he relish his own being in that way? Cruelty is what it is, but beyond the orders S1 isn’t sure what he’d have liked to be instead. Non-existent is an answer, but that would take away the opportunity to experience something new, or even suggest a will to terminate himself. What the synth came to conclusion then was that it didn’t matter what he was to himself, only that he served the purpose he was created for-- and that, only because his programming ensured he’d do it.

“If I had to choose between a lesser evil and a greater evil, I would rather not choose at all. I technically don’t choose, since the Institute, or rather, you make that decision for me.” S1 doesn’t mind it as much as he imagined the slight inflection of his voice made it sound; habits formed to blend in a little more. Monotonous speech made one suspicious.

“I can deploy instantly if it’s for scavenging. If it is for synth retrieval, I will need an three days before the wounds are healed enough for optimal movement. Considering the last round of radiation treatment was minor in comparison to what I have had before. The lethargy is not enough to warrant a break any larger than a night of rest, though I would prefer a four-to-seven hours before I leave.”

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[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – “Humans are not strictly adhering to a set of rules. No matter how much I learn and grow capable of predicting the patterns of a person, there will always be something that does not meet up to my expectations or exceeds them. I exist in two different areas of the world with radically different behavioral norms and expectations; everyone in the Institute is spineless. Most in the Commonwealth don’t have the luxuries we have here, and thus are more willing to become cruel for survival.”

S1 isn’t concerned with his own mortality, though. The way he existed out there was very quietly for most, and those who knew about him knew that he was a kind, if not quieter man with a great amount of potential and talent, minding his own business as he moved through the world. They know not the cruelty he was capable of– the cruelty he displayed, every single time he spoke the reset code for an individual synth and returned them to a prison they tried so hard to escape from.

“I am exceedingly cruel,” S1′s statement is confident, as if speaking a fact that cannot be disputed, while stitching up his own skin. In truth, cruel doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of his being, but there was a certain beauty in it that he found rather interesting.

“I intentionally harm my own kind; though our systems are different, I am still a synth. I have no place in this world and it would be better off without me, but I am an extension of you. I may be cruel, but you are more cruel than me simply for allowing me to exist and creating me with my purpose in mind. Humanity is cruel, and it is your humanity that enabled me. Isn’t that more telling of your character than my own?”

“If I didn’t know better, I might surmise that you relish in the acknowledgement of your cruelty. We all exist for a reason, S1, whether we have been created via natural or unnatural means. I was brought into this world to serve the Institute, as were you. Where you see cruelty, I see duty, drive and purpose. I do not question my character; I accept what I am and what that allows me to do.”

Thanks to his position in the Institute, Ignis has been afforded certain liberties. Creating S1, for example. For a long time, Ignis laboured in secret, in his free time, building a synth in his own image, programming and teaching it to operate in a capacity which, he hoped, would ultimately be superior to any of the other synths. S1 would be, Ignis is sure, his crowning glory. Whatever cruelty Ignis possesses is overshadowed by his ambition.

“The harm you cause to your own kind mitigates the greater harm they may cause the Institute. Your services are necessary,” Ignis says, believing his statement to be the absolute truth. “However, lest we start going around in circles, we should draw this particular discourse to a close. By your estimation, how soon before you are ready to deploy again? I have a few errands for you to run when you are next out there.”

Father can claim that the Institute has everything its inhabitants could ever want or need, many could attest to the contrary. The food was bland and utilitarian, providing the required nutrients but scant flavour. The wasteland might have little going for it, but if there was one thing at which the people of the Commonwealth excelled, it was their inventiveness. While Ignis would balk at the idea of eating molerat or mutfruit, some of the spices available provided a decent amount of piquancy that made the ingestion of a small amount of rads worthwhile.

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Whatever you love passionately always destroys you in the end. But how can I explain what has happened to me? How can I make anyone even understand that I can write about it? I don’t know, I don’t know anymore; all I know is that it is so.

Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tale (via wordsnquotes)

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Always the picture of composure ( except for the time when he held a knife to Ravus’s throat ). Even in the face of a dead man, he did nothing but stand his ground with the barrel aimed more or less between his eyes. Of course, a half step to the right and the bullet would whizz harmlessly over his shoulder - that is, if the other decided to put his finger on the trigger. 

A bitter laugh slipped from his lips, a shake of the head as his eyes slid to look at nothing. 

“And here I thought you were the smart one.”

It had taken him several months to puzzle out - hours poured over the shreds of memories he could call to consciousness. But he figured it out.

“Daemons don’t die,” he responded flatly, “and I’m just enough monster to qualify.”

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – His other senses sharpening had done more than prove itself useful. While Ignis would never have sacrificed his eyesight for something that didn’t compare to it, he would admit only rarely that he could hear so much better now and to him, it’s obvious Ravus hasn’t stepped out of the way. His finger doesn’t touch the trigger, though he does displace his aim intentionally, down and to the side.

“You asked us to kill you. I remember it vividly; I would have thought you were just human enough to die.”

Such as it is, Ravus is still alive and his voice doesn’t sound quite as bad as it did back then when he made that request. Ignis hadn’t been the one to deliver the final blow, but his friends assured him that he was dead, but now he wasn’t. 

“.. I could give it another shot, but I am not certain death is on your agenda anymore.”

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I can’t tell you exactly what I’m looking for, but I’ll know it when it happens. I want to be breathless and weak, crumpled by the entrance of another person inside my soul.

Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt (via wordsnquotes)

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    The woman remembered a time when her own heart had not been so steady, trapped between wanting to prove herself to a faithless Empire and unable to serve wholeheartedly because of it. Now there was a comfort in knowing what she wanted, even if the danger still loomed time to time. 

   Soft thanks was offered in return for the food, Adri unable to express how truly grateful she was to the other without arising concern. She was not accustomed to being given food, truly she had only just became comfortable with the idea of even having it so readily available. It was more than she deserved. Honestly helping the other had been not only her duty but also the right thing and that alone pleased her. 

    Biting into a piece of beef, she chewed thoughtfully as she listened to him. Swallowing, she shook her head. “No use beating yourself up. Sometimes, even with the best attention, the eyes don’t catch everything they should.You don’t want to believe someone like that can do harm, so you convince yourself that you didn’t see what you thought you did. You let it pass. Sometimes you’re right.” 

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – There’s never been a time in his life he’s doubted his position because of a steady heart, but perhaps unsuitable favoritism with his charge. Ignis was already gently scrutinized by Noctis’ other hand, compared to a doting mother of all things, but looking back on his actions Ignis can say it’s not a bad comparison.

He nodded and hummed, pushing up his glasses that had slid just a little out of place-- not obvious to others, but it’s not right for him-- and took his proper seat at the other side of the table. Ignis had prepared nothing for himself, his appetite having been upset prior to the calm they have now. Though, part of the reason he’s been considered motherly is because of an instinct to feed those in his company, just like Adri.

“Of course; my energy is best spent bettering what I can instead of dwelling on failures. This will stay with me for some time,” he pursed his lips and paused in thought. “But, inevitably, there will be more circumstances where similar results will be had. I don’t have the years of experience to proclaim myself perfected and the only way to get closer to that is to learn from experience, no?”