#mama ignis

[missregality]

Ignis is looking very mom here

[xiiiwayfinders]

Amen

[lunarlegend]

"Noct, seems you haven't repaired your jacket. Any reason?"

(Part One)

[iron-hearts-ablaze]

Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium

This is an invitation to join a Baldurs Gate 3 verse, spawned by ideas from myself, (my partner) and @galefcrce.

Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium. Fire, Blood, Control.

Lord Astarion stands on the precipice of triumph. Baldurs Gate belongs to him, his fingers stretch from the High Halls, to the dingiest alley. His grip like steel over the citizens. The heroes of Baldurs Gate - those who vanquished the Absolute - are no more. They are puppets... Spawn. They are puppets on his red strings, each turned to form his network in full. His commanders, his advisors, his eyes and ears... They belong to him...

All but a very select few led by a vexatious Tiefling - unable to be bitten when he had the chance. They must be destroyed, or turned...and if they must murder friends and foe to get to him.

So be it.

Will you obey your Master and bring the one you once called friend to his feet? To join your ranks? Will you fight against Astarion's grip and try to gain your own freedom? Can you convince him to stop this evil? Will you, Astarion, be victorious? Or doomed to follow the path once walked by Cazador? What does your soul say?

TL;DR This verse takes place when Ascended Astarion has chosen to turn the companions he travelled with into Spawn. Gale, Shadowheart, Halsin, Wyll and Lae'zel (and the dragon she commands) have all been turned. They knew him, trusted him... They were overpowered. Karlach returned to Faerûn after just over a year of tackling the Hells and Zariel's forge - her heart finally able to be controlled. Ready to be broken. Astarion welcomes her, thinking he finally has another Commander for his vastly growing army. She resists, able to control her hearts intensity and scolds any that try. She has to flee, her friends are not lost yet... She has other allies. She can find even more.

More details under the cut, but if you would like to join us, or have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask! The comments and my DMs are open, I also have a Discord upon request! The story is flexible, Origin characters are still themselves they just have another layer to consider. Tav and Durge's are more than welcome, and can choose to be Free or a Spawn so they can explore which side they want to be on.

Inspired by the Ascended Astarion Origin ending, where Astarion ponders killing his 'friends' so they cannot rise against him, I asked my partner a curious question. "What if he made them his Spawn instead? Began his army with powers he knows all too well?"

We spoke at great length about what he could do, how it could play out as a one-shot. Ideas I spoke to @galefcrce about, who also expanded it. Between us, 'Ignis, Sanguis, Imperium' was created.

Naturally this verse is very canon-divergent, just a very dark ending/expansion. It has been just over a year since the Absolute fell. Astarion's powers have grown so much since then, the corruption corroding his core. He has made Baldur's Gate his play thing, a city so vulnerable hardly resisted. But he needed the numbers to keep it within his net.

Gale was the first to turn. Oh so trusting...so loving. Astarion already had him to hand, it was oh so easy to drain him, turn him. Wait for him to return from his death. Do not be afraid, Gale, you are the start of a new reign - a new age. And you will not be alone for long...

It took time to gather the others. They wander, they settle away from the Gate. He invites them and waits so patiently. Some he may have to trick, but they show. They are welcomed, fed, watered, rested. They are at home here, for they shall never leave. He waits for them to be their most vulnerable. If they resist - and he is so sure they will - Gale is there with his helping hand. Of course he helps...he has no choice. No matter what those tears say.

He has his commanders, his powerful allies that all of the Gate look up to. Whom they trust. The citizens would follow them to the flames if they could - to Astarions embrace... The Gates are fallen. A thick, heavy fog blankets over the city to house Astarion's many children.

Oh his Spawn do push him. They fight back, they are so incredibly ungrateful...rude. Lessons are taught. They have to be. They need to learn how powerless they really are. He is no mere Vampire, he is the Vampire ASCENDED and they will know that. They will know how it is to be utterly powerless, and they will worship the ground he stands upon - appreciate the kindness he has shown them by not allowing them to die.

His eyes tell him of a sudden guest. His ears whisper stories of a known Tiefling. Karlach has returned home... Her trials in Avernus won as she overpowers those at Zariel's forge to fix her infernal engine. Fix it, they could not, but they have calmed it. She is in full control of her flames for the first time in over a decade. She can return to Faerûn at last. She is as light as air, but the fear is thick. As she travels her way closer to the City, she hears the anguish, the tales of how the Gates has fallen to the hands of a tyrant. Her home needs saving yet again.

She could not possibly imagine what she finds as she is, strangely enthusiastically, os welcomed at the bridge. The fog blocks out the sun, the streets eerily quiet. But her friends welcome her. She is elated to see them, embracing them all but they feel....cold. Their happiness seems false, strained. Were things truly that bad? All the same, she is invited to Lord Astarion's estate - a building she recognises as Cazadors just a year ago. It hasn't changed much, but he certainly has.

All seems well at first, albeit awkward. She eats her fill and takes comfort in the plush bed she has been given. She spends night after night feeling increasingly uneasy. What has happened to her beloved friends to treat her so nervously? As if trying to say something their mouths could not.

She is invited to the ballroom - a celebratory feast has been prepared to congratulate her on her return to the Gate. She feels reluctant but...these are her greatest friends. Astarion doesn't sound right, but it has been some time. Surely that's all it is.

She cannot move her body...Spells are thrown at her from every direction - from familiar hands. She is knocked prone and held in place against her will. Karlach fails to even scream as Astarion stands over her, ruby eyes glinting maliciously. Welcome home, he hisses, fangs bared.

Karlach breaks free just enough to try and slither back - enough for her panic and horror to alight her licking flames once again. Flared and ferocious. Despite being returned to her struck-down state, she is untouchable. Astarion has recoiled, furious. He tells her of his grand plan, that if she just played along she would have a home with them always. She is their beloved companion after all, they have been waiting for her for so long. They need her help bringing Tav/Durge home too, so they can all be together again. The Gate will never suffer again under his rule - all she has to do is let her turn him...

Maybe some time will help her come to her senses. An Arcana enriched cell deep underground should do the trick. Astarion has all the time in the world to let her whittle her hope down to nothing... If it weren't for one thing. He is not the only one in this House...

Shaking, terrified and regretful, Gale has dropped the key that only he has of Karlach's cage. He was trusted by Astarion - a trust that Gale may come to regret losing. Gale can no longer stand back and let this happen to anyone else. He was overpowered, but not entirely powerless. Karlach is guided out of Astarion's Estate with a new fight brewing on the horizon.

She must gather those Astarion has not yet claimed, Tav's, Durge's, powerful allies and free her friends. Imprison them if she can. But it is inevitable she would have to bring Astarion down...or force his hand to free them completely. Would she be able to do so when the time came? This was no devil, no Zariel...this was once her closest friend. Was he even in there still, like Gale and the others? Can he be saved from this too?

All the while, Astarion prunes himself in the mirror. Vexed, but not giving up on his prize just yet. Smiling, he welcomes the challenge. All the while his reflection seems to be screaming...sobbing. But he has already turned away, smothering what little care he had left as far down as it could be pushed.

He has a battle to prepare for...

[battleshot]

What to do, what to do... Oh, the possibilities...!

After some intense thought, Ardyn slipped into the encampment as the young men slept, loading copious amounts of glitter into the barrels of each and every one of the little gunman's firearms. What a surprise that was going to be~!  @an-mallaithe​

𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮  𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝘾𝙤𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙡,    Prompto  unleashes  a  45-degree  angle  shot  from  Quicksilver.      ❝    Hey,  Noct!  Watch  your  six!    ❞  he  shouts.  His  stunned  surprise  --  and  that  of  the  enemy  --  was  a  sudden  explosion  of  glitter.  Jumping  back,  he  yelled,      ❝    Ah,  what  the  hell  was  that?      ❞    A  quick  reaction  results  in  a  confused  response  from  the  Coeurl  as  well.  Another  shot  is  met  with  the  same  glitter  explosion.  Now,  however,  it  covers  Prompto  as  well.         ❝    Shit,  Noct,  throw  me  your  --      ❞    Gesturing  for  a  weapon,  something,  anything  !!  Neither  did  he  have  time  to  figure  out  the  problem  with  his  weapon,  nor  did  he  want  to  risk  pulling  another  from  the  armiger  for  the  exact  same  results.   His  cry,          ❝  Oh  no,  no,  NO!    ❞    reverberated  through  the  carnage  just  as  the  Coeurl  regained  its  attention  and  began  to  pursue  Prompto.  With  just  enough  time  to  drag  himself  to  his  feet,  bouncing  out  of  the  way, a  frantic  Prompto  shouts  to  Gladio  as  he  races  to  safety.          ❝    This  one's  all  yours,  big  guy!      ❞    he  proclaims.  

[demonprincezeldris]

𝐀 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

Happy birthday Zeldris! This is also a gift for @north-sta, who has made the cutest OC, and I couldn't resist making an adorable, tooth-rotting fluffy oneshot of the family to celebrate.

Enjoy!

The scent of flour and vanilla wafted through the air in the large kitchen. Standing precariously on a stepstool, a young child stood over the counter, their face scrunched in concentration as they smeared brightly-colored frosting over a cake. The counter was a mess, with various baking ingredients covering the surface, and even spilling onto the floor. 

The child muttered under their breath as they grabbed another hefty scoop of the frosting before plastering it on. They had been working on this surprise for a few hours now, and it had to be perfect. As they continued to coat the cake, the side of their arm bumped into a nearby bowl. 

With a startled cry, they watched as it crashed to the ground beside them, instantly shattering upon impact and sending shards of ceramic everywhere. With a small curse, they climbed down from the stepstool, starting to carefully pick up the pieces as footsteps rapidly approached from down the hallway. 

“Ignis? Is that you?” the soft voice of their mother broke the silence, the child glancing up. Sure enough, their mother was in the doorway, her eyes blown wide as she surveyed the chaos their child had created. “Uh, hi mama,” Ignis said sheepishly, their hands full of broken ceramic. Gelda stepped further into the room, raising a suspicious eyebrow. “What is all this?” 

Ignis quickly threw away the ceramic in a nearby bin before turning to face Gelda. They gestured towards the counter, where the cake was still resting. “It’s papa’s birthday. I wanted to make him a cake.” Gelda glanced over at the said confection. A smile soon made its way onto her face as Ignis clambered back on the stool, pointing at the little decorations on top. “That’s very sweet of you, Ignis. And you did such a good job. Zel’s taught you well,” Gelda praised, running her hand through their flour-coated hair. 

Said child smiled brightly in response, their vampiric teeth flashing in the candlelight. They grabbed a handful of chopped chocolate in a nearby bowl and spread it over the top of the cake. The words ‘Happy Birthday Papa’ were sloppily written across the top, with a crude stick-figure rendition of the demon king himself in the center. “I’m almost done with it, I just have a few more decorations,” Ignis said, spreading the chocolate on the side of the stick figure, arranging it in a way that somewhat resembled their father’s hair. 

“How about we take it to him after you’re done?” Gelda offered, “I’m sure he’ll love it.” Spurred on by the thought, Ignis began hurrying, their face scrunched in concentration as they finalized the finishing touches. Gelda chuckled softly at the immense concentration her child was immersed in, continuing to run her fingers through their unruly hair. 

It wasn’t but a few moments later that Ignis stepped back to admire their handiwork, seemingly finished. “It’s done!” they exclaimed. “Not quite, it’s missing one final thing,” Gelda said. Ignis turned to her in confusion. “What’s it missing, mama?” Gelda wandered over to another cabinet, rifling through the drawers as she searched for the final decoration to make it perfect.

With a small cry of victory, Gelda pulled out a candle. “No birthday cake is complete without a candle to top it off,” she said as she walked back over to the cake. She gently pressed the bottom of the candle in the lopsided cake, making sure not to destroy her child’s hard work. “Are you going to put two hundred candles on it?” Ignis inquired as they watched Gelda light it. 

With a small laugh, Gelda shook her head, slipping the cake into her hands as they started towards the hallway. “Of course not sweetie. One candle is enough. Now, let’s go surprise your father. I’m sure he’s still in bed.” With an excited noise, Ignis clambered off the stepstool, bouncing down the hallway to where their parents’ room resided. Gelda followed along, careful not to drop the cake as she fondly watched her child.

Ignis carefully pushed the door open, stepping inside as they peeked at the large bed situated in the center of the room. “Papa?” they asked, stepping further inside. They heard a light groan, before Zeldris finally sat up in bed, yawning loudly. His eyes softened as Ignis climbed onto the bed, crawling into his waiting arms. “Good morning, Ignis. How’s my favorite child doing?” 

Said child laughed lightly, wrapping their arms around their papa tightly as they snuggled close to him. “I’m your only child, papa. I made you a surprise,” they said, looking at the door. “Oh?” Zeldris quirked an inquisitive brow, following Ignis’ gaze as Gelda finally stepped into the room. Zeldris’ eyes widened, his jaw becoming slack as Gelda walked in with the cake. “Happy birthday, papa! I made it myself!” they squealed, bouncing excitedly as Gelda placed it on the bedside table. 

Zeldris sniffled, feeling tears come to his eyes at the sweet gesture. He held a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as an immense sensation flooded through him. “You made this yourself? For me?” he whispered, looking down at them with a teary gaze. Ignis nodded, flashing a bright smile as she looked up at him. “Mhm. I did the frosting too. Do you like it?” Zeldris cupped his child’s face gently, bringing their faces together as he kissed their forehead softly. 

“It’s perfect, Ignis. You did such a wonderful job. Thank you.” Gelda slipped into bed beside the two of them, Zeldris’ arms going around Ignis as the cake was brought into their lap. Gelda and Zeldris shared a soft look, before glancing down at their child. “Make a wish papa!” Ignis said impatiently, bouncing in his lap.  Zeldris hummed thoughtfully, before blowing out the flame. “What’d you wish for?” they asked. The demon shook his head, running his hands through Ignis’ hair. “If I told you it wouldn’t come true, now would it?” 

“Nothing like celebrating your lover’s birthday by having cake for breakfast, right Zel?” Gelda laughed as she passed them all forks. Zeldris nodded in agreement, chuckling as he jabbed his fork in the lopsided confection. As all three started eating the cake, Zeldris couldn’t help but smile as he surveyed his family.

Out of all the two hundred birthdays he had in his long lifespan, this one was by far the most special. 

[king-of-fae]

W = Wild Card for all the ROs ❣️

*gasp* I get to choose? 🥺

Evie: Shows off her partner every chance she gets. ☺️ Who, this? Why this is just the most wonderful person ever who just so happens to be my partner. 😑Ma'am, this is a Wendy's.

Ignis: Loves having his partner run their fingers through his hair. Could sit there for hours and might fall asleep 😴. His hair is also surprisingly soft.

Vex: No matter how suave they act on the outside, mentally they are a simp. 😔 Definitely writes to their mom stuff like Mama, they said I looked nice today. And yesterday they ... etcetera etcetera

Azzy: Addicted to cuddles and hugs. He would definitely be the partner that gives his significant other a hug and a kiss before work every morning 🫂😚

Mal: Loves to treat her partner to breakfast in bed. Enough to share. Despite being a notorious workaholic, she looks forward to lazy mornings with her partner. 🍳

Viik: Likes bringing home flowers for his partner. Not just for anniversaries or birthdays, but also randomly as just a surprise romantic gesture. Would be head over heels if his partner returns the gesture. 💐

[ivorydice]

Alright here we go with take #2 😂 Hello Dice, fellow Hurt Noct writer here. I have been having this idea living rent free forever like a mild hurt noct fic but still somewhat serious? What do you think about Noct having severe motion sickness? 👀 Ignis becoming a mama hen x1000. Noct being stuck in a boat/car without being able to leave for safety reasons like they are being chased by the Empire. The entire train scene would be different too 👀 How would the guys act too? Living rent free haha

Hello fellow hurt Noct writer 👀

Severe motion sickness is such a great idea! Because motion sickness can take you OUT lol, the dizziness and the nausea and the headaches and the straight up feeling miserable about it because it's like it just won't stop, and then having to deal with that under extreme circumstances like the Empire coming down on them?? I can see the guys going into full protective mode under those circumstances haha, working together to keep them all moving, to make sure Noct keeps moving, and covering his back and making sure he doesn't get harmed.

Ignis would definitely be such a mama hen about it lol, but I can also see Prompto being sympathetic and a bit protective and trying to make things easier for Noct. Gladio is obviously 100% about his safety and wellbeing, I can see him trying to reassure/motivate Noct but not let him push himself too far past his limits.

It makes me wonder what fighting would be like for him, in regards to warping everywhere? Feeling a little off balance mid-battle? Post-battle headaches?

Honestly, I don't blame you for having the idea live rent free in your head lol, what's not to love about it?? It's got the physical hurt and the emotional hurt and there's more than enough room for protective/worried bros 👀 It's a winner no matter how the idea plays out!!

[picmurasaki]

I'll be reading these later. Excited to see more of Mama Ignis and his husband and their children.🤣

I know NOTHING of the Anthologies, so I'm going in blind (haha) and judging this after scanning... I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.🫢💜

[donotopendeadinside]

CHARACTER THEME SONGS (links included)

Got bored, decided to make a list of Characters theme songs, at least, all Characters i currently use:

Dr. Leon Fischer: Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms

Edward McCain: Compass - Sail North

Helio Goldenveil: Top of my School - Katherine Lynn

PrettyKitty: Shine - Cassidy Ladden

Some people I thought to tag, as I use these OC's either in roleplays, or apart of their AU's, sometimes both:

@onyxonline <- Creator of Space Riders AU, PrettyKitty is an OC of this AU

@ask-experiment-1006-theprototype, @ab-art-07 <- I use Edward with these 2

@dr-ignis-ashton <- I use Leon with them

@protective-mama-bear/@mod-latte-here-to-haunt-you <- I use Helio with them

[her-quicksilver]

「☽ [ 𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂 ] ☾」

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「 That's it, I've come up with a new drawing!✨

⠀In the previous post I already said that I wanted to make these character sheets for our beloved Final Fantasy XV chocobros, and today it was mama Ignis's turn, possibly the most adult of the four of them, great chef and better person, who wouldn't hesitate to give his life for others🍳

⠀The process, as you can see, has been the same and even simpler since I already had elements such as the background and the arrangement of information and icons from the first drawing of Prompto, which I've used as a reference🐤

⠀Regarding my week, it has been quite calm, although with small details and events that have made my day great. I've been at school, working on various projects without stopping, and when Friday arrived I started to play all the possibilities of Episode Ignis, and on Saturday I finished with Duel mode⚔️

⠀I also finished the cosplay's vest and the wig arrived (faster than expected) so get ready for my Prompto soon!🐣」

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– Aʀᴛ ʙʏ @her-quicksilver

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[missregality]

Mom and dad had a little disagreement and prompto’s there smirking lol

[xiiiwayfinders]

MAMA IGNIS??!!!?!!!?!!?!!!!

[lunarlegend]

why do ig/no/ct blogs try to follow me

why

go away, i don't ship step siblings

[amxrany]

Rating Twst Dorms but based on the question: Would I be able to survive a day there?

Heartslabyul

5/10

I don't know man, Hearts is technically a 50/50 for me

But I know damn well, I would still get my ass in trouble A LOT

Like I can survive with strict ruled environments, since I live in a strict household and I go to a Catholic School

BUT there are times where I do forget about the rules or it doesn't make sense at all (I'm looking at you dress code)

And knowing that Hearts follows 800+ rules...yeah I would most likely complain on how some of them sound stupid

Savanaclaw

-100000000000/10

no, just absolute no

BRO I DON'T DO SPORTS CUZ IM ASTHMATIC I WILL DIE THERE 😭

Octavinelle

6.5/10

Ok now Octa is a bit tricky, because of Octatrio

But then again I would kind of survive working at Monstro Lounge

I just have to make sure I won't mess up or land myself in a contract with Azul, then we gucci

But then of course we have the tweels

Scarabia

10/10

I would survive there tbh, the heat doesn't really bother me a lot since I'm used to it (perks of being a Filipino 😎)

Heck, I even drink hot drinks when it's scorching hot outside

And as for the studying part, if we add some breakdowns then we're fine 👍

Pomefiore

6/10

I'll be honest Pomefiore isn't really that bad, I do kind of need the skincare (I hate my breakouts so much)

I may not have any experience in terms of makeup (because of strict household), but I'm willing to learn

But the only thing bad about it is that I'm scared of Vil

Like man, if I met Vil in real life I would fawn over him then run away (it's the aura I'm sorry ya'll)

Ignihyde

100000000000000000000000/10

Oh sign me up for that dorm mama 😫

I'm already an introvert and a geek, and Igni is an environment I would THRIVE in

And not that I don't like social interaction, there are times where I would prefer to be alone because my social battery is just drained or I just don't feel like talking to people

And ✨Technology✨

Diasomnia

7/10

Similar to Heartslabyul, it's also a 50/50

Like yeah I can survive with the environment just fine

The only thing bad about it though is Lilia's cooking

Like sir I am still a child, please let me live

And Sebek is also a bit of a problem but at the same time it's either I tune him out or I join in with his Malleus simping spree

[gonemechaniic]

Cooking Mama!Cindy with @tenebriism // Ignis

❝ I leave for two seconds…❞    She gives a teasing pout walking up behind Ignis.  ❝ Could've sworn that makin' a together breakfast meant that we gotta make it together. ❞