#ignis-de-light

[newty]

🌙 a teredio playlist

also i totally grabbed those words in the edit from meditation by richard aldington go read his poem here.

anyway. some selected Thoughts:

canta per me - Yuki Kajiura

The life of the love beloved in my heart oh be happy, you, my soul sing farewell

strong voice and strong violin. it has a proud tone even through what it asks, but it's also asking bc it won't say goodbye itself.

Before We Drift Away - Nothing but Thieves

And as we sing this familiar song I thought I'm gonna miss your love when it's gone Will it flow into the river Or will it go to waste?

the uncertainty that separation/death is going to happen but with no idea how or when. use of the ocean bc sanbrequois shoreline but also the funerial river in twinside

Free If We Want It - Nothing but Thieves

I walk beside myself To see what's left Of you and me And what it means If it goes wrong (don't look back) At least it was real

reflection on a past that feels meaningless but still had a loved one in it. having the ability to move on but also the choice to continue as things are. but mostly just let that shit go and keep going

see also: stand by me - florence + the machine / tsuki o miteita - kenshi yonezu / let the starts fall down - yuki kajiura / walking the wire - imagine dragons / dance me to the end of love - douglas dare

---DION

Pianissimo - Agent Fresco

Could this be All there is Will this shame have a name Only for this night Calm me for this night Oh this shame has a name

dread, uncertainty, danger, desperation. shame is the name of the love that doesn't speak. relying on smth once and then needing it again and again.

Pyre - Agent Fresco

We both belong to longings of past Can you see the pyre below? We both belong to longings of wrath Can you feel the fire grow? Loneliness has only shown me I can't let you go

pairs w pianissimo. the expectation of punishment and the tone of danger. having no time and finding extensions of smth by carrying it in the body, even if it hurts or it's haunting.

IL DONO DELLA VITA - Måneskin

The sound of your ugly laughter Has opened the way for me to the right path I breathe in clean air And I let it kill me But my heart still beats A light that rips through the ground

defying the ppl who are guiding you by doing what they want and not being destroyed by it. part of me thinks this one is a bit too self aware for dion tho LOL

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping Since there is no me without you Today, of all days, see How the most dangerous thing is to love How you will heal and you'll rise above Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

i mean. achilles. convincing someone who did great things that they're worthy of more than nothing and death. the length and how many pleas it takes to finish, but achilles' choice is still left unanswered.

also see: the dragon sups - takeharu ishimoto / too much is never enough - florence + the machine / never let me go - florence + the machine / rest up, ignis - yasunori mitsuda / wait for me - agent fresco

---Terence

The Driver - Måneskin

Bare your soul 'till it's naked Bite my lip 'till you break it If you're gonna set fire to the night Baby, let me be the lighter If there's nowhere to go when you wanna go wild I wanna be the driver

enabler terence!!! also lot of feelings abt power. speaker is ordering the subject to rule over them. the subject is the one doing things, but the speaker is a necessary part to all of them. a driver is in charge of the vehicle but not the destination

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

What you live in Darling, it finds a way to live in you I wanna run against the world that's turning Let all time slow, let all light go I wanna kill the lights

aka 'terence doesnt actually show any resentment for bahamut for cursing dion into this bs life but for the next 3 minutes 47 seconds he does.' and hes gonna go against the world if dion wants it done

I, Carrion - Hozier

I do not have wings, love, I never will Soarin' over a world you are carryin' If these heights should bring my fall Let me be your own If I should fall, on that day I only pray, don't fall away from me

laughs in dragoons in the sky and bolting straight back down to earth. also bahamut holding the earth. also god this is so saccharine i almost hate it

also see: lover, please stay - nothing but thieves / ghastly medley acoustic - masashi hamauzu / shield of the king - keiichi okabe / the battle is to the strong - kajiura yuki / francesca - hozier / umi to sanshouu - kenshi yonezu / keep me in the open - gang of youths

also terence & kihel tagteam times are the beginning - one ok rock / blood upon the snow - hozier / lost in the snow - yoshitaka suzuki / tendou-sama is smiling - KOKIA / my hands - leona lewis

#dion lesage #ffxvi #OFFERS THIS INSTEAD OF WRITING #behold. my repetitive music takes. #honestly almost every playlist i ever encounter makes me feel like im chewing gravel #so Judge My Taste At Your Peril bc its prob not great KJHSDFJKSHDF #i listen to this on my commute #when i tell myself im going to write in my head #and instead i just shriek along w florence welch #AND WHO CAAAAARES IF IM COMING ALIIIIVE #brihamut's mercy

[hunting-songs]

Tagged By: A little bird! Tagging: @skarletchains @bewitchingbaker @gyofukuki @uzumakiuser @jxgi @thaneirstaer @rake-rake @distortedkilling @swxpped @muddsludge @curseisms @zealctry @saiakv @huntcrpcdia ...and YOU!

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HOW TO: USING ONLY SONGS FROM ONE ARTIST, CLEVERLY ANSWER THESE NINE QUESTIONS AND THEN TAG 10 PEOPLE.

WHATS YOUR GENDER. "Henkersbraut" By Subway to Sally Kein Myrtenkranz im schwarzen Haar Kein Schleier und kein Traualtar Kein Priester für das Ritual Der Brautigam verfemt und kahl Er nennt sie leis sein kleines Weib Und mustert ihren dürren Leib Die Gasteschar im Lumpenkleid Drängt sich um sie und lacht und schreit No Flowers in her hair No veil and no weddingaltar No father for the ritual The groom is a stranger and calvous He calls her quiet (soft); his (sweet) little wife and eyes her sick body The guests in rags dance around her and laugh and scream.

DESCRIBE YOURSELF. "Wechselbalg" By ASP Das Innerste geäußert Und aufs Äußerste verinnerlicht Ein Wechselbalg Die Welt getauscht The innermost exposed and to the utmost internalized A changeling Switched the world

HOW DO YOU FEEL? "Spiel des Lebens" By Ignis Fatuui. Ein Spiel, das jeder von uns kennt, bei dem es keine Regeln gibt. Ein jeder ist hier Spielfigur und jede Runde endet nur mit einem Ziel, es ist kein Sieg. Weil jeder von uns fliegt. Es geht um Leben oder Tod, (Wo-o-o-o) bei diesem Spiel, das "unser Leben" heißt. Auf uns wartet nur der Tod. (Wo-o-o-o) Nimm diesen Tanz, als wenn es dein letzter wär.

A game everybody of us knows, without rules Everybody is the token here and every round just ends- With a finish. It's never a victory, because everyone of us drops out of the game It's about life or death (Wo-o-o-o) In this game that's called our life Only death is waiting for us (Wo-o-o-o) So take this dance as if it is your last one.

IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO? "Wieder unterwegs" By Saltatio Mortis. Wir ziehen weiter, immer weiter Bis der Mond die Sonne verführt Bis der Himmel die Erde berührt Immer weiter, immer weiter Bis der Mond die Sonne verführt Zu dem Orte wo der Himmel die Erde berührt Mein Ohr vernimmt Mir unbekannte Sprachen Ergibt sich schnell Der fremden Melodie Ich singe laut Noch nie gesung'ne Lieder Im Schein des Feuers Und vergesse nie

We move on, further and further Until the moon seduces the sun Until where the sky Touches the earth On and on, on and on Until the moon seduces the sun To that place Where the sky touches the earth My ear hears Languages unknown to me Surrenders quickly to The foreign melody I sing loudly Songs never sung before In the light of the fire And never forget

DESCRIBE YOUR FAMILY. "Julia und die Räuber" By Subway to Sally. Blut, Blut Räuber saufen Blut Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Hoch vom Galgen klingt es, Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut Blood, blood, bandits drink blood Robbery and murder and ambushing are good High from the gallows it rings High from the gallows it rings Robbery and murder and ambushing are good

YOUR BEST FRIEND. "Orpheus" By Saltatio Mortis Sing für mich, Orpheus Wir hatten Kein Glück Du wandelst ins Leben Doch ich bleib' Zurück Und wenn deine Stimme Nie mehr für mich singt Werd' ich erfahr'n wie laut Stille klingt Sing for me, Orpheus We had no luck. You walk back into life. But I stay back here (with the dead) And when your voice Never sings for me again I will finally know how loud silence sounds. YOUR HOBBY. "Tanz auf dem Vulkan" By Subway to Sally. Du musst tanzen, in der Asche bis zum allerletzten Tanz, tanze Krater in den Boden und zertanz die Schuhe ganz! Tanze, tanze über Tiefen, denn wer tanzen kann der lebt, und du spürst die Erde, wie sie wogt und bebt. Dreh dich ewiglich, tanz und dreh dich, spring und dreh dich, beim wilden Tanz auf dem Vulkan. You must dance in the ashes until the very last dance Dance craters into the ground and completely wear out your shoes by dancing. Dance, dance over depths for who can dance, lives And you feel the earth how it undulates and shakes. Turn eternally, Dance and turn, Jump and turn as you wildly Dance on the vulcan (Speak: dance with the devil= live dangerously and on the edge)

FAVOURITE TIME OF THE DAY? "Krötenliebe" By Subway to Sally. Als wir im Tümpel lagen, Im fauligen Morast, Brach über uns die Nacht herein. Dunkle Gestalten krochen Auf unser Lager zu Und stimmten in das Lied der Liebe ein. As we lay by the pond together, in the rotting morass, Night broke down upon us. Dark figures crawled towards our bed, and joined us in our lovesong.

DESCRIBE YOUR LIFE. "Tod und Teufel" By Saltatio Mortis. An einem trüben Winterabend Kroch die Kälte in mein Haus Umfasste mich mit klammen Fingern Und zog mich in den Schnee hinaus Vor meinem Haus standen zwei Reiter Die Mäntel waren schwarz und rot In rot gekleidet ritt der Teufel Ganz in schwarz Gevatter Tod Die Sonne floh hinter die Berge Da fing der Tod zu reden an: "Dein Leben geht zur Neige Sag mir hast du's recht getan?" Der Teufel sprang von seinem Rappen In seiner Hand ein Pergament Dann trug er vor, ich sei ein Spielmann Sei ein sündhaft Element In diesem Spiel gibts kein zurück In deiner Uhr verrinnt der Sand Nimm deine Würfel in die Hand Nimm deine Würfel in die Hand Doch nach alter Spielmannssitte Ist es Recht und ist es Brauch Zu würfeln um sein Lasterleben Verwetten seinen Lebenshauch Der Teufel wirft die erste Runde Dreimal sechs wie's ihm gebührt Ich werfe bleich die Knochenwürfel Als mich des Todes Hand berührt Die Würfel harren auf der Kante Gehalten von des Todes Blick Er lächelt in des Teufels Fratze Und spricht: "Das war ein übler Trick" Da mich der Teufel wollt betrügen Bekomme ich noch etwas Zeit Den Tod zu täuschen ist ein Frevel Denn Tod heißt auch Gerechtigkeit Das Leben is ein Würfelspiel Und deine Seele ist das Pfand Die Regeln kennen brauchst du nicht Nimm deine Würfel in die Hand Nimm deine Würfel in die Hand

On a dim winter evening Coldness crept into my house Grasped me with clammy fingers And dragged me out into the snow In front of my house two riders where standing The coats where black and red Dressed in red was the devil Completely in black godfather death The sun fled to hide behind the mountains Then death started talking: "Your life is running short Tell me, have you done it right" Devil jumped off of his black horse Holding a pergament in his hand He declaimed I'd be a minstrel (I'd) be a sinful beeing But following the old custom of mistrels It's law and it's convention To gamble for ones life of vice (And to) bet ones breath of life Devil throws the first round Three times six like it's due to him Pale I'm throwing the bony dices As death's hand touches me Helt by the gaze of death He smiles into the grim mien of the devil And says: "That was a foul trick" Because the devil wanted to fool me I get a bit more time To cheat death is a sacrilege Since death also means justice Life is a game of dice And your soul is the pledge You don't need to know the rules Grab your dices with your hand RELATIONSHIP STATUS. "Spielmannsschwur" By Saltatio Mortis. Der Strick, der uns bindet, Ist noch nicht geflochten, Der Knecht, der uns mordet, Hat noch nicht gefochten. Die Frau, die uns hält, Ist noch nicht geborn, Das haben alle Spielleut' geschworn. Wir sind wie der Wind, Man sperrt uns nicht ein, Kein Knast kann uns halten, Drum schenkt nochmal ein, Wir sind geboren, um Spielmann zu sein. The Noose that will hang us, had yet not been braided, The servant that will murder us had yet not fought (with a sword). The woman that wil hold us (in her arms) is yet not born, Thats what every bard had sworn. We are like the wind, you can not catch us, No prison can hold us in, so fill our cups up again, we are born to be minstrels.

#you know what? German medieval metal upon ya! #because the time I read hxh for the first time was when I was headbanging to those bands #I mean I STILL do #Saltatio Mortis AINT RAISED A QUITTER #'desribe your family' uhhhhhhh.....theres a reason why senritsu WOULD NOT DO THAT. #also over a decade old Krötenliebe is still such a banger #for a song thats just about outdoor sex #....which...I mean I am old and thats my back speaking but looking at those lyrics realistically having a quickie in cold mud is not sexy #at all #I AM NOT KINKSHAMING THE SONGWRITERS BUT THAT STILL SOUNDS VERY UNCOMFORTABLE #hunting songs: headcanon #hunting-songs

[santoschristos]

Mystic Mountain of Abiegnus “There is a Mountain situated in the midst of the earth or center of the world, which is both small and great. It is soft, also above measure hard and stony. It is far off and near at hand, but by the providence of God invisible.

In it are hidden the most ample treasures, which the world is not able to value.” - From “Lumen de Lumine, or a New Magical Light“ by Thomas Vaughan (1651).

This Mountain is a form of the Axis Mundi, which means it connects the Three Realms (Underworld, World, Heaven), and is the centre of your personal reality.

V.I.T.R.I.O.L. (”Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultem Lapidem”, “Visit the interior of the earth, and by rectifying, you will discover the hidden stone").

This central point and axis is inside you, and not external.

The image below indicates that you need to work with the following aspects and archetypes of your reality in order to access this state of being: The 12 Signs of the Zodiac. The 7 Planets/Gods. The 7 Stages of the Great Work in Alchemy. The 4 Elements (Ignis, Aeris, Aquae, Terrae). The 2 primary forces (Male/Sun/King and Female/Moon/Queen).

[jose92gt]

Shadowverse Flame 73

Choque de poder a poder entre las mejores cartas de Hiro y Light, Ignis Nova vs Dual Modo Beta, el Ignis Nova de Hiro le supera dejando a Light contra los cuerdas pero la fuerza de sus amigos lo mantenía con esa fe para darle vuelta a la batalla

Light tenía otra copia de Dual Rage cual le serviría para darle vuelta a la partida y llevarse la victoria de una manera epica, Dual Modo Gama hace su aparición y Draconir para dar el golpe final había ganado asalto y Hiro sonriendo al final

Para sorpresa de muchos Arc Ruler hace su aparición afectando a varios DF en la ciudad iniciando el caos, aun se desconoce que Seven Shadows es el traidor, ahora el grupo debe detener esta calamidad que esta pasado el mundo una vez más

#shadowverse flame #shadowverse #light tenryu #hiro ryugasaki

[millenniumfae]

Get Their Makeup Look! Ft. The Chocobros of Final Fantasy XV

Gladiolus Amiticia - Spicebomb Extreme eu de cologne by Viktor&Rolf, Bye Bye Under Eye Concealer (’23.5 Medium Amber’ - for warm undertones) by IT Cosmetics, Burt’s Bees ‘Rose’ Tinted Lip Balm, Josie Maran’s Whipped Argan Oil Body Butter

Ignis Scientia - Invictus Platinum Eau de Parfum by Paco Rabanne, Luminous Silk Foundation (‘4.5′ - light to medium, neutral) by Armani Beauty, ‘Rosewood’ Maximizer Plumping Gloss by Dior, ‘Taupe’ Brow Wiz® Pencil by Anastasia Beverly Hills

Noctis Lucis Caelum - Allure Homme Sport Eau Extreme by Chanel, Tinted Moisturizer Natural Skin Perfector (‘2W1 Natural’ - light warm) by Laura Mercier, ‘Rasperry’ Glow Oil by Dior, Ouai Finishing Crème

Prompto Argentum - Old Spice ‘Wolfthorn’ Stick Deodorant, Lock-It Concealer Crème (‘Light 13′ - light bisque with cool undertone) by KVD Beauty, Covergirl’s ‘Sassy Mauve’ Outlast Lip Stain, Bed Head Manipulator Texturizing Putty

Why these picks? Well, check out my explanation below!

Gladio almost never wears makeup or perfume. Most days, he’s the ‘take a shower, throw some random sport deodorant on’ sort of guy, and actual cosmetics are only in his possession for fancy, Crown-related events. If it wasn’t for his family putting their foot down on a teenage Gladio, he’d attend dress parties with not even a splash of aftershave.

He used to resent wearing any sort of makeup ‘cause he grew up sort of forced into it, but as he got older (and thanks to Iris’ passive influence), he re-discovered the magic of concealer and tinted lip balm. So now he’s got some products he falls back on, if he’s feeling it. Not all of them bought on his own dime, either; some were gifts from friends and family. You can tell which he bought himself, ‘cause he never does any research into brands and just randomly buys whatever salon/boutique product off the shelf whenever he stops by the mall Sephora after splurging at Fontana.

The Spicebomb Extreme eu de cologne by Viktor&Rolf was 100% a tongue-in-cheek gift by either Ignis, or a cousin. They took one look at the - frankly, ridiculous - grenade-shaped bottle and thought it was the perfectly “hhh manly” thing for his 20th birthday. (And they made sure to get the version with ‘Extreme’ in the name.) But scent-wise, it matches Gladio pretty well, with warm spices, lavender, and the grapefruit/vanilla lends it a surprising amount of sweetness. And it’s a strong scent, too, very long lasting, so if he spends all day swinging his sword, it’s still gonna stick.

His old tube of Bye Bye Under Eye Concealer (’23.5 Medium Amber’ - for warm undertones) by IT Cosmetics is one makeup item he bought himself, after a morning spent hemming and hawing over this huge zit until a 14-year-old Iris shut him up with some borrowed concealer. He was so impressed, he’s been using concealers ever since, if he wants to hide some blemishes or dark circles. He just grabbed the same brand Iris was using at the time, using the little square on the package to guesstimate the color match, and it took three years before a kind sales associate actually found a concealer with his exact skintone. But even still, he’s not particularly aware (or caring) that his summer/winter skintones don’t quite match the concealer either. He doesn’t use any tools, just haphazardly patting it on with his fingers, which sometimes makes it blotchy. But hey, it’s waterproof, which is a huge help to a sweaty guy like him.

As far as lips go, his family is one of those that grew up insisting their kids always moisturize. So he’s always been using lip balm, and if he wants to add a bit of color onto his lips to hide the greyness, he uses his Burt’s Bees ‘Rose’ Tinted Lip Balm which he not only thinks smells and feels really good, it does indeed swatches the perfect amount of pink. He grew up in a world where guys are wearing makeup all the time (fantasy Shinjuku-Tokyo), and there’s lots of lip tinting products geared for subtle pinks and reds, but he doesn’t want to wear a sticky lip gloss that doesn’t moisturize or provide SPF.

For those who have no idea what kind of present Gladio would like, fancy lotions are your best bet. Especially after he got inked and the extensive aftercare involved careful moisturizing, Gladio got hooked on making sure all his skin is forever smooth and hydrated. In fact, he’s got so many moisturizers as gifts, he hasn’t had to buy any himself for a while. His Josie Maran’s Whipped Argan Oil Body Butter is one of his favorites, even if there’s not a lot in the pot; there’s a very light but clean scent, it dries fast but lends a lot of moisture, and it’s delicate enough for his face and hands, too. 

Ignis actually does make an effort to spend his hard-earned money on luxury cosmetics. And he owns more than I showed here - translucent powders, eyeliner pencils, contour kits, setting sprays, etc. And that’s not even getting into his skincare products. He had horrible acne as a teen (you can still see the icepick scars if you look closely), but being a pizza face doesn’t mean he could skip his retainer-in-training duties, so he’d coat his face with cheap drugstore foundation before heading to the Citadel. Little by little, he learned better cosmetic techniques, and before long, he was a true connoisseur just like me, hehe.

He doesn’t wear every product daily, but he won’t walk out the door without something on. He’s been wearing makeup for so long, people’d notice if he didn’t at least conceal his under-eye bags, or apply pore-minimizing powder. Unlike the other boys, he’s actually very ambivalent about how he looks with makeup, not any better nor worse than barefaced - when you wear makeup as long as Ignis has, especially with his uneven skin texture, wearing makeup tends to look like exactly what it is; creamy, powdery stuff. The Ignis we see in-game actually isn’t wearing makeup most of the time, ‘cause he doesn’t have to worry about representing the prince to nobles and council members.

Invictus Platinum Eau de Parfum by Paco Rabanne is ‘his’ cologne. He almost never wears anything else (aside from some unscented deodorant/aftershave), ‘cause 'professional adults’ don’t switch between perfumes every day. It’s minty and citrusy with a twist of absinthe, and an underbite of the lighter, more pine-adjacent cypress wood. He takes that extra step to ensure that all his bodily scents match this perfume, such as his hair pomade and moisturizer, so there’s no clashing. And at 14,000¥ for 100 ml, you bet he’s gonna make sure the cologne is what you’re smelling.

As any blemish-prone person will tell you, the right liquid foundation is a make-it-or-break-it deal. Luminous Silk Foundation (‘4.5′ - light to medium, neutral) by Armani Beauty is not the only foundation he owns (just his go-to), and definitely far from the only foundation he’s ever tried. A medium coverage - applied with a brush and sponge - is best for textured skin like his. Its natural finish means his skin’s not gonna look like linoleum after the powder and setting spray. The pump component means he can deposit product onto a clean brush to minimize contamination and therefore more acne breakouts. And its bougie brand means he feels dignified whenever he sees it on his bathroom counter.

‘Rosewood’ Maximizer Plumping Gloss by Dior is amongst the few makeup items he usually doesn’t wear. His lips are naturally pigmented and full, but if he wants to emphasize them even more, he’s gonna go all out with a very lightly tinted gloss that has just a tiniest bit of glitter, and that numbing effect that’ll swell your lips slightly. It’s also hydrating and contains very little agents that can harm sensitive skin. And when he does wear it, it’s only a minimal swathe and not the full gloss. You can catch him with it during fancy balls.

If I had to only choose four makeup items for Ignis, I had to skip over all his skincare stuff, hair care/styling products, his concealer, his powder, sprays, mascara, etc, and include his ‘Taupe’ Brow Wiz® Pencil by Anastasia Beverly Hills. In his firm belief, well-groomed eyebrows frame the entire face, making it all looked that much more manicured. With an eyebrow pencil, he can make the hair look darker, or change the general shape, or add the illusion of extra hairs for a fuller look. He also likes how the creamy texture of the product means he can use it on his lashline for a subtle eyeliner, too.

Noctis is more like Gladio; not gonna go out of his way to use makeup, but doesn’t hate it either. Most of the time, his makeup is done for him by the royal Citadel makeup artists for certain public events, or photoshoots, etc. Any makeup he does actually own are haphazardly kept in some dusty desk drawer, lightly leaking and possibly expired. He knows he looks especially good with makeup, he’s just a lazy boy who can’t be bothered unless it’s not him making the effort.

His makeup artists, in fact, cake a lot of makeup on him, ‘cause his skin can take tons of product without looking too artificial. On his own, though, he rarely throws on even a tinted moisturizer before going to hit the town. That’s not even getting into his skincare routine, which is to say, is nonexistent. He’s lucky for having good genes and slightly-oily skin, otherwise he’d be a pimply, ashy gremlin. But his makeup artists actually have influenced him a bit, he uses the correct tools and trusted brands ... when he decides to wear any at all.

Allure Homme Sport Eau Extreme by Chanel is a cologne he keeps at his desk. His makeup artists usually just hand him a bottle of whatever in the middle of painting his face, and he’ll obediently spray it on without even looking at the bottle (if he accidentally sprays his clothes, he gets an earful from the wardrobe department). This bottle was just unceremoniously given to him by his lead makeup artist after it was discovered he didn’t have any proper perfume. He doesn’t even remember if he ever wore it, since, for some reason, the makeup artists seem to spray a different cologne every time they attend him. Despite its name and weird packaging, its a pretty generic, ‘luxury man’ scent, like if Abercrombie And Fitch was less headache-inducing.

Tinted Moisturizer Natural Skin Perfector (‘2W1 Natural’ - light warm) by Laura Mercier is a sheer, protective liquid foundation he picked up on his own. He wanted something to use whenever he felt the urge to pursue that pretty ‘doll look’ his makeup artists aimed for, so the boutique clerks helped him find something casual, but full of protectorates 'cause no one wanted to be the sales associate that gave the prince a face full of whiteheads. And as said before, he applies it properly, with a stiffer-bristled brush to properly manipulate its lightweight, slightly oily consistency. Except he doesn’t clean his brushes ever, which is gross but hey, it’s Noctis, what did you expect.

If there’s any part of his face that shows his lackluster skincare, it’d be his ashy grey, chapped-as-all-hell lips. Like his cologne, his makeup artists one day kindly asked if he’d like a lip tint recommendation, and he just shrugged, so they handed over a ‘Raspberry’ Glow Oil by Dior. It’s not quite a sticky gloss, not an actual thin oil, it’s something in-between. There isn’t a whole lot of color (which was a smart move on the makeup artist’s part ‘cause you can’t trust a 17-year-old Noctis with lip color intensity) but its definitely moisturizing. He doesn’t usually wear this one not just ‘cause he’s lazy, but also because it has this really strong, minty-vanilla scent right under his nose all day.

Ouai Finishing Crème is the only hair product he’s ever bought, and he actually does like it a lot. Benefits of having access to a celebrity beauty team means he’s got a haircut that looks good no matter what, but adding this cream to his wet hair makes it look extra lively after it dries, and gets rid of all his minimal frizz. He’s got that Asian hair texture which requires different hair styling products, anything too wet or slick just weighs it down and makes it look even more like low-budget Sasuke. He also likes its strong, romantic, gardenia flower smell, which is so strong he claims he doesn’t need his fancy cologne if he’s wearing this.

Prompto’s a lower-middle class, paycheck-to-paycheck boy, so most of his makeup is from the drugstore. Even his boutique brands are on the cheaper side - instead of La Mer and Pat McGrath, he buys Makeup Forever and Colourpop for his splurges. The only non-drugstore items he buys are those he doesn’t particularly trust to be cheap - foundations and concealer. And even then, he feels guilty so he rations them out, sometimes mixing the product with a cheaper alternative to stretch it out.

He wears makeup more often than people might think, and more of it than you might assume. But because of its low quality, no matter how much finessing he does, he ends up looking no better afterwards. Which, if you ask those who know him, is because he’s darn cute already, but according to him its because he just sucks at applying it. His insecurities always pushes him to look his ‘best’, which means concealer for his eye bags. 

Despite its hardcore packaging and weird ‘Mountain Man’ name, Old Spice ‘Wolfthorn’ Stick Deodorant is actually a very sweet, tangeriney scent. Prompto enjoys cute things more than ‘manly’ things, and he actually likes how artificially sugary this deodorant is. He wears it religiously, ‘cause with how anxious he gets, without an antiperspirant he’ll quickly smell like an old taco truck. During the warmer, shorts-wearing seasons, he’ll apply it between his thighs just in case.

Lock-It Concealer Crème (‘Light 13′ - light bisque with cool undertone) by KVD Beauty is one of the cheaper boutique makeup brands, boasting high coverage without the luxury price. Prompto’s so pale, very few cheaper brands carry his skintone without looking orange, this being one of them. He’s got a drugstore-bought sponge to bounce it around his eyes and blemishes, ‘cause its so thick and matte, fingers only smudge it unevenly. You can tell if he’s wearing this if some of his freckles mysteriously disappear one morning. When he learned about the controversial drama surrounding KVD Beauty over Instagram, he had a dilemma over whether to try to find another cheap-but-has-pasty-white-skintone brand. When he finishes this tube, he’ll consider buying from Fenty instead.

Covergirl’s ‘Sassy Mauve’ Outlast Lip Stain is a water-based product that is truly a stain, unlike those named the same but are more like lip glosses or liquid lipsticks. It goes on slighty silky, but quickly mattes down to a more natural finish. Problem is, being water-based means it looks very natural, but it also smudges and fades very quickly from natural mouth moisture. Prompto thinks that’s why they made it taste so good, ‘cause you’re gonna be eating most of it within a couple hours. But as a stain, it’ll still deposit some more permanent color for the rest of the day. It gives him a cute, peony pout.

There’s a lot of hair gel in the world, but Bed Head Manipulator Texturizing Putty is Prompto’s go-to for shaping that scene-kid quiff. His fine blonde hair takes to putty-based formulas the best, and this one is the least sticky, oily, and sweat resistant for his dollar. It’s still not the best, it smells pretty bad (it’s supposed to be ‘tropical fruit’ but more like ‘expired rubber’) and it won’t last more than seven hours, god forbid its humid or raining. If any of his richer friends wanted to buy a cosmetic gift for him, the best choice wouldn’t be makeup but a proper hair putty. If he didn’t use so much in one sitting, Prompto’d be very willing to splurge on salon-quality hair putty. As of now, though, he’s got at least two pots in his bathroom at all times - and in his locker at the Glaive training wing, to use after showering.

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[prowlingthunder]

WIP Title Game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS*.

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*yeah okay that’s not happening.

A Child of Blood

Birds of a Feather

Wolfthreat

Denguards

Witcher!Buffy

Red

[sybil and athena]

A Mother’s Love

Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon

Minor Troubles

Roses in Stained Glass

The Ripple Effect

Des and Noct swap places

Dragon’s Breath

[Eddie Finch]

[Jake Finch]

[Hobbit/RW]

[Killing Stalking/Fallout3]

[RW/PJO]

In a God’s Bedroom

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Brothers And Sisters

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Foxkits

[CSI NY Lupercalia]

[Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups]

Hell Hath No Fury

The Devil’s Luck

Highschool

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(Best Laid Plans)

Outsider

The GOAT

Big Town Blues

Radstorm

Line-dried Laundry

(Porns Start Like This)

[Inside Pandora’s Box]

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Russian Roulette

[Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic]

Snow Angels

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Winter Animals

All The Things I Didn’t Say

[silquinn daemonfic]

Justice for All scriptflip

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Ascendent Ab Infernis

to abstain from doing harm

A General Gift

Nicias/Nicola/Caleb

Triplets!verse

Cathedral of You fanfic

Dawnfire

Prompto/Cor

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Galahdian!Prompto

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The Feral Coeurl of Galahd

Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic

[legion beaucoup] sequal

Terrible Things

Papa!Nyx

Vampire!Shields

[modern ardyn/ravus au]

herbwitch!Ignis

Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic

[transplant fics]

Vipers Victim

Caleb first heat in insomnia

give a brother wings

snowchild

Clonebaby genderbender au

Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort

Charon/Hermes/Zag

Wolflords

Caran Dagra

Starlight, Starbright

Blood and Water

Black Cats and Broken Mirrors

Step Two

[Bioshock ABO]

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(This is what it’s like)

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All The Little Children

Puppy At Heart

Batman/Hawkgirl

Brad Wayne

[Genji Lives]

[Yuuma Op]

Nest of Vipers

[Stanfic]

[Genji Lives Path]

[McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans]

Taijo Aitai fanfic

Quadrature

Kagome, Kagome

Coal Dust

Blood and Ashes

The Chosen Ones

What Happened To Gavin

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Jedi!Shmi

Mirshko/Cody

Snowdrops

Son of Sands

Wolves

[Jeeri Stormwitch thing]

Supernova

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Monsters in the Dark

A Pocket Ful of Sand

[tcw/ep7 timetravel]

Sempiternal Energy

The Prophecy

Impulse

Matchstick/Hell

Abo gullet fic

Impulse/Selhat

broke down my walls because of you

so I'm just a dead man crawling

Safe sex

Shmijango slave au

Everybody wingfic

[SamJack]

[cohabitation fic]

Bad Plan

Marching Band

What Big Sisters Are For

Homecoming

[Arrow/RW Multiverse]

[Papa!Cye]

Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch

Little shadows far reaching

[keith and marie]

witchwolves

[Human!geralt]

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[icharchivist]

I can see how the tragedy of the ending can reframe everything that came before it and make it sweeter and also much harsher in hindsight

Like, you know, it's nice that Noctis got to have a good(-ish?) time with his bros, but it also feels so sad and pointless, especially on a replay. It makes the whole thing a lot more grim

I've played games like that before and yeah, even if the gameplay is fire, the knowledge that it's going to end the way it does is always hanging there, ominously, like a huge fucking sword

And it can really dampen the experience or enhance it. That also depends on how I'm feeling that day

Then again, I've also felt an intense and profound sadness when I was about to beatTears of the Kingdom (most recent example from the top of my head) and while I wanted to know how it ended, I didn't want it to be over and I was sad that I couldn't experience the game again for the first time

Games are great, they can make you feel so many different feelings

But also, games suck because they can make you feel so many different feelings

YEAAAH i feel that.

I do think the gamme makes it clear it's not pointless at least - that the point is to enjoy the good time, on the contrary. It's done very beautifully that you don't actually think "why am i bothering?" when playing itself.

but i do know that the ending was spoiled very early on and a lot of people were turned off from playing this game fully because "the MC dies at the end so what's the point?" so i know some people genuinely feel this way - unaware that ff15 does everything to make you feel like the point is the journey, not the destination

but yeah, it really makes the game. very difficult to replay.

(hanging like a huge sword like the multiple swords Noctis empale himself on 👍)

FF15 also has like, a lot of forshadowing or light banters that will remind you of this ending no matter how hard you ignore it. Like, Noctis loves to sleep a lot so his friends joke about how he'll find the rest of the grave satisfying. Ignis is the de-facto driver of the car and they comment on how they can only rely on his good eyes and they don't know how they'd do without him and his insight. There's so many things like that that, no matter how hard i try to ignore the ending, makes me pause and cry.

And on one hand i love replaying the game to see those characters again, and give them all the happiness they deserve to have despite this ending on the horizon.

but on the other hand i hate replaying the game to see those folks, full of hope for the future, walk into their own suicide.

It's worth everything. It isn't worth all of this. It's very difficult.

Like you said. It's good and it's bad. it makes you feel so much.

as for the feeling of "not wanting to beat a game because it'll never be like the first time you played" GOD i feel you. there's so many games i've never finished, stopped right before the end, because i couldn't actually get myself to work through this feeling. It's really complicated and knowing the ending can make things so bittersweet like that.

(but at least it's nice when a game's ending, even if sad, is satisfying. There's a game i played recently where i *really* enjoyed the 80 hours i spurged on it, i had some minor issues here and there but i thought they'd work out if the narrative explored it. And then the last hour of the game were extremely rushed and dropped every single plotline without giving them closure for the most cheap ending i've ever seen and i was *so* angry at the game that things i loved about it, i ended up hating on second thought because what i thought were clever set up were just fully abandonned ideas that were never meant to be emotionally charged that way. I've never felt this feeling of the last hour of an otherwise good game fully ruining the game for me. I still haven't recovered from this and i'm still so bitter. i feel like i'll replay this game one day but this is one experience i've never had before and will probably be difficult to go back to. At least a sad ending just makes you melancholic. A bad ending just ruins everything. I don't wish it to anyone.)

so yeah I sure feel you :sob:

i do think ff15 is worthwhile because the tragedy is really well handled and make you feel like the sadness makes the happy moments all the more precious.

but i know how hard it is still to play.

so yeah. felt you :sob:

#ichareply #ichafantalks ffxv #anonymous

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[nr0r]

psst I have a kin blog now for Willow @ashen-locks

and I also have an RP/ask blog for Willow @ignis-de-light

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[celestial-brushwork]

@ignis-de-light​ started following celestial-brushwork

The Constant!  It has a funny habit of changing every now and then.  But some things are terribly consistent - the baying of hounds, the deep barking, their pursuit of prey...

But for once, they were whining and fleeing, being chased by... a white hound? She was barking at them, bounding along swiftly, kicking up a flurry of flowers behind her.  Or... maybe she was playing with them?

But when the hounds turned and spotted Willow, and barked and snarled and lunged, the strange white wolf leapt over them and in between the two, separating them from her.  What was even happening right now???

#Astral Pouch (IC) #ignis-de-light

[constantdangers]

😊+☺ from @ignis-de-light​

A small hand reached to grab the firestarter’s sleeve, pinching the fabric between her fingers and giving it a short tug. Abigail hummed and hushed behind her like an eerie wind. Her vacant eyes scanned her pigtails and ashen face in anticipation for acknowledgement before falling down between her untidy shoes. Even after she was sure she had her attention, she held lightly onto her arm and rolled the shirt between her thumb. 

“Ms. Willow...” She started with a murmur, “Can you help us?” Her head partially turned to look at the hovering presence a few feet away. She needed her space. She’d been more distant in death. Quieter, too. She was still impish and strong in her own way, she thought. She was...different but the same. She couldn’t do anything the way they used to and that’s what stung most of all. How could she be haunted by her own twin and yet feel so isolated? 

“We need ashes but...Wilson said we’re not allowed to burn anything,” She explained. She canted her head to the side and her phantom gaze studied the ground with a hollowed mind. “You’re good at starting fires. Abigail said I should ask you.” 

#(uh oh Wendy dont encourage her /j) #🥀 Can It Shear My Heart | RP #🐺 In The Dark I Have No Name | Asks #rp thread #ignis-de-light #(I hope Wendy is okay!! I assumed you probably interact with enough Wilsons so I didnt wanna throw another one at you akejfnakj)

[gentleman-scientist]

" Happy birthday you big dumb nerd!" Willow hands Wilson a plateful of bacon and eggs, only scarcely burnt for once, " With an extra side of NO Deerclops this time, pinky promise!!!"

"My... birthday? Oh, yeah, it is my birthday, isn't it??" Wilson laughs in some surprise, taking the meal and beaming at it. It was still steaming warm! He took a strip of bacon, dipped it in the yolk and took a hearty bite.

Oooo... and with no roars in the darkness, no stomping and no distant howling and mostly nothing dangerous nearby besides Willow's pyromania itself, he could just relax and enjoy a proper meal! "Thank you, Willow, this is really nice."

#i am one heck of a scientist (ic) #good day to you! (asks) #ignis-de-light

[ticklish-v-93]

A Recipe for Punishment (sfw)

Hello hello! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays @tickleraptorss​ I’m your squealing santa and hope you enjoy the fic I made for you with our favorite chocoboys! Its funny I love the game and reading the content for these guys but this would be my first time actually writing for them! So I hope you enjoy and are pleased. I’m just gonna ignore the ending in FF15, and ignore there is a war and that they are in peaceful times as wonderful boyfriends! So very happy I got to participate in this years squealing Santa! I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and cheering on that we all have a wonderful new year! And thank you again @ticklygiggles​ for being fantastic as always and hosting this fun event! Summary: Ignis is preparing some new recipe samples, and everything would be perfect if it weren’t for his lovers sneaking in and eating them! Having had enough he decides to teach them a lesson one by one. Pairing: Gladio x Ignis x Noctis x Prompto Words:4069

The weather outside was cold, windy, and full of snow, as a light snowstorm was beginning to descend on the city of Insomnia. This of course was a welcomed gift, as this meant meetings that were to be held in the citadel were cancelled. Which allowed a certain advisor to indulge in his hobby and spend the day with his lovers. Ignis was happy to have this day off as it was a holiday, and he was more than satisfied that he didn’t need to work. So here he was de-stressing by trying a few new recipes. The ones he completed on the other counter. Scribbling things down in his notepad, unknown to him a certain trio was coming into the kitchen taking samples. Ignis didn’t know at first until he caught Gladio and chased him from the kitchen believing his food would be safe. So far everything was at peace, or it was until he caught Noctis and Prompto red handed but bolting from the kitchen as soon as they made eye contact.

“If one more of you enters my kitchen again the Six will not be able to spare you from my wrath.” He called after them. “We love you Iggy!” was the response filled with laughter. Ignis didn’t dare go after them lest he leave the food unprotected, instead he gave a suspicious glare at the entryway and then went back to cooking. He had an ear out for sneaking steps and when he heard none he went back to cooking in peace once again. He kept chancing glances and saw the amount of food was still the same, taking that as a good sign to continue.

Or would have if it weren’t for the strong arms wrapping around him. “Gladiolus…” he stopped what he was doing turning in his arms, to receive a kiss to his forehead. “Is there something you need?” he raised a brow. “Or up to tricks,” he moved looking around his shoulder at the partners in crime. “With your accomplices scurrying about.”

“Ahh Iggy don’t be mad at us…how can we resist when everything smells so good.” He squeezed him, grinning as Ignis gasped hands shooting to push at him.

“G-Gluttons the lot of you.” He huffed with a roll of his eyes. “And- Noct and Prompto!” He called to them in warning. “You all will spoil your dinneERR! AH G-GLADIOLUS!” he blushed as he was lifted and sat on the counter top. “This doesn’t get you off the hook.” He glared down at him unyielding. “The same goes for you two as well.” The two paused in scarfing down food and approached the trapped cook both taking his hand and placing sweet kisses to his hand and wrist smiling sweetly at him.

“Plan B Gladio,” Prompto said poking the advisor in the side. “Since we’re in trouble anyway.” Noctis nodded smile turning mischievous as he gave a quick pinch to the advisor’s hip.

“HA!” Ignis covered his mouth flinching as he tried to save face by stopping chuckles that wanted to escape. “Mfmfmf…Y-You pft!” He jerked in the brunette’s hold when his sides were squeezed. “You-You ahaha-all are skating ohohohon thin ice!” he gritted out only to bark out soft laughter as the hands on him got more active. “Stahahahap!” he pushed and wiggled trying to escape, a lost cause. “Y-You’ll HAhahahahaha pahahahahay when Ihehehehe gehehet my hands on you!” he threatened as he was lost in laughter.

“Of course you will.” Gladio mocked leaning in giving nibbling kisses to Ignis neck. “Just let us enjoy the main course here.”

Ignis laughter changed to snickers as his neck was the worst spot for him. It didn’t help that those pokes and pinches were being delivered to his side and hip. The torture continued until he was left disheveled and breathless. Noctis and Prompto kissed his cheeks running out cackling while Gladio stayed behind fixing his clothes and claiming those lips and strutting out in victory snatching another sample.

Panting, that was the last straw, if they wanted to play dirty, he would do the same! To step things up, he moved the samples he prepared next to him and prepared a quicky batch that he spliced. He’d teach his lovers a lesson his own way after they disturbed his peace.

As predicted, not even after the batch was out the oven they waltz back in munching on the spliced samples before running out. Smirking in victory the first step was done. The little spice he added would simply knock them out and that would give him more than enough time to prep for his revenge.

Ignis put away his samples that he kept safe and cleaned up. It was quiet which meant it was safe to begin. Leaving the kitchen, he went to the living room to find the three men passed out. Chuckling, he grabbed up their phones shutting them off, and placing the items away. Then went to the closet grabbing the spare flashlight that was half dead and set it on the table. Next, he got a pen and paper and elegantly scribbled a note for his loves to find. For the final touch, he went to the fuse box shutting off the power and taking the key and locking the box pocketing the key. He then found a spot to watch the show and wait to strike taking out his phone as the weather outside grew worse.

When night came the three men began stirring, Ignis who was on his phone shut it off and sat in the corner quietly.

“Ughnn…” Gladio groaned sitting up, Prompto sliding off of him onto Noctis. “Whe-haaaa!” he let out a loud yawn. “When did we fall asleep?” he knew they couldn’t be that tired.

“Dunno…” Noct grumbled rubbing at his eyes. “What time is it?” He blinked sleepily as he rested his head on the arm of the couch. Prompto snuggled into the raven. “Iggy what time is it?” He asked only to receive silence as an answer. “Iggy?”

“Maybe he’s in the other room.” The raven said, though his internal clock wasn’t great he felt this was too early for ignis to call it a night. And he had this weird feeling of foreboding. He heard the wind howling outside and the storm in full swing. “Maybe the power went out because of the storm?” Ignis sat in place in amusement, he wanted to pick them off one by one but who would be the unlucky one. He perked up as Gladio said he’d check the fuse box, about to follow he stopped as he saw the silhouettes of Noctis and Prompto follow. ‘Hmm that is a problem…’ he thought then as they went down the hall he moved to the flash light turning it on and moving to a dark corner. ‘It wont last that long anyway..’ He thought as he watched the flashlight fizzle in and out. Now he played the waiting game.

Gladiolus took the lead maneuvering in the dark while Noctis and Prompto followed close. When they went to the fuse box first thing Gladio did was trying to open it but realized it was locked and the key was missing. “What?....” “What’s wrong?” Prompto asked clinging to Noctis.

“The fuse box is locked.” Gladio answered.

“What do you mean locked? Stop messing around and turn it on already.” Noctis said with some impatience.

“Check for yourself then princess.” He moved to the side and heard the grumbling prince move to his place. When he heard Noct release a sound of disbelief he scoffed crossing his arms. “Told ya.” He moved in front of the trio going back to the living room only to blink as there was a dimly lit flashlight that sat on the table with a note.

Thinking the advisor stepped out he ran over picking up the note. “Oh maybe its from Iggy!” Prompto said in giddness shining the light on the note reading it until his face paled. “Oh shit…”

“What’s it say Prompto?” the bigger of the three asked.

“He warned us…” he said.

“About what?”

“No guys… that is what the note says: I warned you.” And as those words finally set in the flashlight flickered briefly before it went out with a soft click.

“Damn…we are screwed.” Noctis sat down on the couch. “Would if we just wait it out and beg or something.” Even he knew his advisor was vicious and he always kept his word for everything.

“Pft..this is ridiculous! Iggy come out!” Gladio went to the hallway, and Prompto gaped as he patted for Noctis until he found him.

“Dude what are you doing?! You don’t leave the group, safety in numbers!” he told the shield.

Gladio rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Oh please, this is Iggy we’re talking about, what can he do?” He turned. “You guys are more than welcome to sit here and do whatever…Iggy!” he called going down the hall, leaving a nervous blond and raven.

“It was nice knowing you Gladio!” Noctis called after him and turned to Prompto.  ”Wanna hide in the bedroom or wait here for our deaths?” he asked letting the blond snuggle up next to him.

“Wouldn’t that make things worse?” the blond added. “Let’s think of an apology!”

Ignis was in the room and heard everything that was spoken. Deciding to target their biggest lover as he followed behind silently as he listened to the brunette’s taunts and grumbles as he bumped into things. Ignis thought about targeting Noctis and Prompto first yet decided to save them for last. As he followed the big lummox to one of the spare rooms entering and closing the door silently locking it.

“Iggy come on! You still aren’t upset about earlier, right?” He moved around patting the bed, growling as he found this situation to be ridiculous, only Ignis could take things to a whole new level when crossed. “This is silly Iggy!” he could tough this out and wait until morning then he’d look for the advisor properly. “Fine, I’ll see ya in the morning!” He called sitting on the side of the bed then flopped on oh his back.

And it was time to make his move, approaching the other side of the bed without so much of word or rustling of the sheets. Leaning over him with a smirk as he brought his hands up to cup his face, withholding a chuckle as the brunette jumped with gasp. “How about seeing me now love?” He said so smoothly as his fingers rubbed his cheeks. “I’m curious though?” He began letting his fingers lightly trace patterns from his cheeks to under his chin making the shield squirm slightly and clear his throat a few times. “Whahaha-ahem w-what?” he asked eyes closed as he tried to keep his composure as his lips twitched.

Pausing his fingers, he hummed tilting his head as he moved closer. “What exactly did you find to be silly?”

Gladio gulped as that tone meant business and that he was still in trouble. “N-Now Iggy-gehehe!” His shoulders scrunched up as his fingers moved slowly in a circle under his chin inching to his neck. “Iggy hehehe c-come on! I-I can’t answer with you doing thahahat!” he chuckled out, even a snort escaped.

“Ohh you can’t…” He said as if concerned. “If I recall... You were boasting quite loudly when you and your greedy abettors decided to be thieves in my kitchen.” He glided his fingers back and forth. “So go ahead and answer my question Gladiolus… It should be easy for you.” And then he went for his ears making the man laugh out loud and move to intercept his hands.

Which is exactly what Ignis wanted and Gladio realizing his mistake too late.

Ignis being quick went for the pits, another one of Gladio’s weak spots as his fingers scribbled and dug in the deep groves. “I’m still waiting for an answer Gladiolus…” he said avoiding the other’s hands. If there was one thing he loved in over powering his behemoth of a lover was using his own tactics against him. Gladio could be quite the tickle monster, catching himself and the others off guard, or when he was bored and wanting to be mischievous. Ignis was happy to know he wasn’t invincible to tickling, knowing the best spots to make the shield crack and weak. “GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA I-IGGYHEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Gladio chortled out his laughter booming as he struggled to wiggle away from the other while keeping his arms down which only made things worse as he trapped the advisor’s hands there. “I-HAHAHAHAHA-I’M SORREHEHEHEHEHE!” “I doubt that claim very much.” Oh Ignis wasn’t that kind, he heard many such admissions from him and the man never learned his lesson. Heck, he knew even after today he’d still do it again. “In this moment I’m sure you are.” He reached around with his left hand tickling his back on the shoulder blade, an odd spot but effective. “Don’t worry you won’t be the only one receiving punishment. I still have our little darlings to chat with.” He whispered into his ear blowing on it, chuckling as Gladio snorted again. “Now please accept the consequences for your actions.”

The other could do nothing but roar in laughter as Ignis took his time in wrecking him and taunting him so politely all the while. A feat only the advisor could pull off so well while going for another death spot, his hip making him yelp and try to curl up. “ME-MEHEHEHEHERCY!” He pleaded over and over only to receive some elegant remark from his spectral eyed lover.

“There I think that’s enough… I still have two other’s I need to get to.” He leaned down kissing panting lips with a soft laugh. “Let this be a lesson for you darling.” He pinched at his hip and the man groaning with laughter as he laid there recovering.

“Ohoho oh man, y-yehehes dear.” Gladio responded with a tired wave of his hand.

Ignis then made his way back to the living room, he wouldn’t be surprised if Noctis and Prompto were in the same place. Yet, if they heard what was going on, most likely they changed locations.

“Did you find the phones?”

‘Or not.’ He thought with a small chuckle shaking his head, of course getting their phones back to see would be top priority. He heard them rummaging in the kitchen and gave them points for thinking he’d place them there. Yet, he simply put them in the ottoman in the living room, the most obvious place he knew they wouldn’t check.

“I checked in the pots and pans and found zip! What about you Noct?”

“Nothing in the cabinets either, next time we bring an extra flashlight and spare phone to call ours.” He said Prompto agreeing.

‘Ah, a grand idea though useless if the phones are off.’ He made a mental note, to check Noct’s bag and be sure to take his extra flashlight or at least the battery when they have another getaway. Smiling he simply leaned against the doorway while they searched.

“Gyah! We’ll never find them at this rate- wait… listen… I don’t hear Gladio anymore…” was the unnerving statement that came from the prince. If the lights were on Ignis was sure their counterpart’s expression was morphed into adorable mortification on that freckled face.

“Dude we need to hide! Or-Or-Or really be pathetic and beg for forgiveness!”

“I don’t think begging is going to work… so hide?”

“Hide!” The photographer agreed, out of the four of them he and Noctis were the most ticklish, not that he mind but he knew in this state ignis was unforgiving. “Hold my hand!” who knew when Ignis would pop up and get them. The feeling was nerve wracking and fun in its own way.

Ignis moved silently able to make out their silhouettes in the darkness, and smoothly he took the photographer’s hand and prince’s, standing between them and they didn’t even know it. He was happy it was pitch black and he could rely on his senses to navigate as they moved out the kitchen.

“We should hide in the closet in the bedroom or under the bed.” Whispered a worried blonde. “If he finds us we need to be ready for him.” He squeezed the prince’s hand, Ignis squeezing back.

It was so hard to keep his laughter in check, it may be a bit mean on his part. Still, he’d be sure to drill the lesson into these guys one way or another. This way they know not to trespass in his kitchen again. As they maneuvered in the dark to their shared bedroom, Ignis listened silently as they rambled on quietly. They entered the room Noctis closing the door locking it before flopping on the bed. The brunette and blond joining him, ignis in the middle. “Don’t think we need to worry about Ignis anytime soon.” Noctis said.

Prompto sighed in relief. “Maybe he’ll just torture Gladio for the rest of the night.” “Mhmm, once he realizes he can’t get in. Hope Gladio is up for round two because we got the best spot. Safe and sound.” He said in content closing his eyes.

“Oh yes quite the perfect place to hide away.” Was the response, the blond and raven ceasing all conversation as they tensed up. Laughing softly, though to others it sounded sinister. Ignis gave a squeeze to their hands before letting go. “Thank you for bringing me along gentlemen.”

Both realized with dread what they’ve done.  “You both seemed more remorseful than Gladio, so I’ll allow you the opportunity to plead your case.” He added. “Or one of you can volunteer.”

“It was Gladio’s idea!” they both cried out moving away from the advisor scurrying to opposite ends of the room.

“Ah yes, he was the ringleader… nonetheless you both decided to follow along.” He pointed out moving silently to block the door. “Anything you would like to add?”

“W-We…um we’re really sorry.” Prompto squeaked out feeling along the wall until he was huddled in the corner. Noctis shimmed his way unknowingly toward ignis trying to make an escape.

“Hmm Gladio said the same thing… and I’m sure this won’t be the last offense.” He felt Noctis bump into him and he smirked. “Thanks for volunteering to go first your highness.”

“N-No W-ait Wait Ignihihihihis!”

Ignis went went right for the gold, attacking the prince’s sides, receiving those pitchy little giggles. “Why should I wait my little prince?” He used a nickname that made the raven more sensitive and to drive him mad. He held Noctis in place as he slowly maneuvered the laughing prince to the floor. “Ohh trying to get away love, I don’t think so,” then he clawed his way to his ribs, adding more pressure as he vibrated his fingers. “Isn’t this what you did to me in the kitchen?”

“Ahahaha Nohohoho! H-HEHEHEHHEHELP! Prohohohohompto!” he shrieked out only to fall into a laughing fit once more gripping weakly at Ignis’s hands. Noctis wasn’t much when fighting back, especially when being caught off guard.

“Why should Prompto help you? When you were going to leave him to suffer my wrath.” He stated over his loud laughter switching between scribbling and digging tickles. “Besides, I was rudely gained up on, to which you all can properly receive this gift.”

“Nahahahahaha!” Noctis shook his head back and forth as he felt his hands move past his hips to squeeze at his thighs making him jump and flop around. “NAahahahaha therhehehehehehe I-Igghehehehhehey!” He chortled weakly kicking his legs.

“I’ve yet to receive an apology from you my bratty prince.” He told him as his fingers spider danced to his back right at the middle feeling his spine. “You knew the consequences…” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “So please accept your due punishment.”

Noctis could barely form a sentence and all he could do was laugh and shriek. The advisor got most of his spots all the while speaking so politely with the elegance that was Ignis. The eloquent taunts and nicknames making blush and feel even more silly.  “M-Mahahaha-ercy! I-I apolhohohogizehehe!” before he was laying there in a giggling heap. Receive a kiss to his lips and brow as he gave another weak apology.

“And there stood one…” Standing and clapping his hands together Ignis looked in the blond’s direction. “Promptooo~” he sang walking toward him.

“I-Ignis p-please can I g-gehehet a pass?” He asked already giggling, and he wasn’t even near him yet.

Chuckling he shook his head. “Oh no precious,” he said smoothly trapping him between himself and the wall. “Everyone gets a turn…Though I’ll be nice, since you seem to be the most remorseful.” He whispered in his ear purposely making the photographer giggle. Pressing closer he used one hand to softly tickle his stomach then slipping under his shirt, teasing his navel by swirling his fingers around the area. “Prompto I’m barely touching you.” The best way he learned to drive the blonde crazy, were the soft and slow tickles. “Mnn…” he started giving butterfly kisses to his faces and moving to his neck, the action making the other hiccup with laughter.

“Pfthehehehe!” was his answer. “I-Ignis d-d-dohohohon’t do thahahaHAt!” He tried to hide his face by pressing into ignis chest as he shook.

Ignis could appreciate that Prompto wasn’t much of a fighter when it came to these types of situations. “If I recall sweet Prompto…you like when I do this.” He announced inserting his finger into his navel and vibrating it.

He groaned as he snickered as his heated ears were teased. “Pftnonohoho don’t say that out lohohohhohud!” Yet he was unprepared for the new assault. “NAAHAAHAHA!” He shrieked jumping and pushing at the man to escape. “HAHAHAHAHAHA P-PLEHAHAHAHAHa!” he cackled babbling noncoherent apologizes and pleas.

“Come now, I have to be a little callous, or else Gladio and Noct will feel I showed favoritism.” He purred into his ear kissing his neck.

If the photographer could describe the feeling of bursting from these affections it was lost, he knew he was redder than a tomato, heart pounding as he was practically melting from the attention. He didn’t dislike the tickling, enjoying the physical attentiveness he received, not only from the advisor but from his two other lovers as well.

“PFFT HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA N0NOHOHOHO BIHIHIHIHITING!” He chortled out, his laughter switching from bubbly to squeaking shimming from left to right only to jump into his arms as he squeezed his butt. “EYEHEHEHEHEK!” Another spot that he tried to keep covered, hence the reason he pressed himself against the wall.

Smirking he focused on pinching his small baby fat while his other hand adding more tickling squeezes to his rear end.

The advisor continued to extract his revenge until he was satisfied with a red faced and panting Prompto. He picked him up moving him to the bed and nuzzling his face getting a tired giggle. Nodding he sat on the bed. “I hope you all learned a valuable lesson from this.” He stated and the lights turned back on with a soft flicker. “Seems Gladio found the spare keys.” Now able to see his work properly of wrecking the two. “Now then I’ll prepare a nice dinner for us then we can sit by the fire.” He stood walking over Noct opening the door to a disheveled shield. “You’re just in time, I was ready to get dinner ready.”

“Lets wait a bit for dinner…” Gladio blocked his way looking at the other two. “What do you guys think about that?” Prompto and Noctis eyes lit up at those words. Energy back as if they weren’t just wrecked.

“Lets just skip dinner and get right to dessert.” Noctis said moving to hug Ignis from behind.

“Yep, iggy always did make the best main course!” Prompto chimed.

Ignis looked back and forth between them all and could only chuckle. “Oh my dear hearts, it seems none of you learned your lesson.” He told them receiving beaming grins in response.

The wintry night was filled with laughter as the group had their fun and free for all. The night ending with being wrapped up in each other’s warm embrace as the howling storm outside made them feel ever warmer.

#squealing santa 2k21 #final fantasy xv #ffxv #tickling #tickle fic #sfw #boyfriends who are happy and not sad #chocobros #ignis dont play #ignis x noctis x gladio x prompto

[werkboileddown]

In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni is a 1978 film by Guy Debord, the title of which is a medieval Latin palindrome meaning “we turn in the night and are consumed by fire”. The film opens with an excoriating attack on the cinema-going public and its world, and on conventional cinema itself. However, the bulk of the film is given over to Debord’s quite personal reflections on his life, loves and times, taking in his early pre-Situationist years in the Sant-Germain-des-Prés district of Paris, the Situationist International, and the various European locales in which he lived after the dissolution of the International in 1972. Like The Society of the Spectacle, In girum combines a spoken text with a series of static images and film clips (the latter largely taken from existing sources). However, as Debord pointed out in a 1989 note in the critical edition of In girum: “The situation shifts in In girum due to several important differences: I directly shot a portion of the images; I wrote the text specifically for this particular film; and the theme of the film is not the spectacle, but real life. The films that interrupt the discourse do so primarily to support it positively, even if there is an element of irony (Lacenaire, the Devil, the fragment from Cocteau, or Custer’s last stand). The Charge of the Light Brigade is intended to crudely and eulogistically ‘represent’ a dozen years of the SI’s actions.... As for the use of music, even though it is detourned like everything else, it will be felt by everyone in the normal way; it is never distanced and always has a positive, ‘lyrical’ aim.”

#guy debord #in girum imus nocte et consumimur igni

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

wishing you were somehow here again

oops - angst with a happy ending (of course) 

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Everywhere he looked, it seemed, Jaskier was there. In the blue of the flowers that sprung up on the sides of the road and in grassy, patchy meadows. In the way Ciri laughed every time she heard a particularly naughty ballad in a tavern. In the flashes of bright color at the corner of Geralt’s vision whenever they passed through a more densely populated village; it was almost always a clothing stall or another troubadour that certainly wasn’t as talented as his - as the bard he’d been traveling with before. 

Geralt mourned his loss in silence, unwilling to voice any pain or suffering when his newly acquired daughter’s happiness was so fragile. Ciri was stronger than she looked but she was still only a child. A child who had seen so much tragedy in such a short amount of time. She needed him to be strong. She needed him to be caring in that gruff, awkward way of his. She needed a father and Geralt...

There was no time for Geralt, a Witcher of impeccable stolidity, to cry or scream or grieve the loss of the only person who’d ever stuck with him by choice. The only person who had looked him dead in his mutated, terrifying eyes and said: “You are worth loving no matter what.”

And Geralt had thrown that love away as if it meant nothing.

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“Have you heard,” one bar patron asked another, “About the tragic death of that young Viscount to the east?”

“Yeah,” the other man slurred back. “Fell off a cliff, didn’t he?”

“I heard he was mauled by a wyvern,” a third drunkard piped helpfully.

Geralt pulled his cloak low over his brow and closed his eyes. Could be anyone, he thought. It really could be anyone. Doesn’t have to be-

“Used to travel with that Witcher, didn’t he? What was his name, the White Wolf? Gerard or something?”

Oh gods, no. Please. Please don’t say-

“Yeah. He played at being a bard. Went by the stage name Jaskier.”

“Aye, that’s the one.”

Geralt couldn’t stand to listen to another word. He rose from the table and stormed into the darkened street, eyes flicking back and forth to determine which path back to his room would be best. Behind him, an unfamiliar set of hands strummed an overly familiar tune on the lute. He paused to listen, the voice in his memory carrying over the squeaky, unbroken voice from the bar, telling the story of unrequited love in two directions. 

He’d always hated Her Sweet Kiss. More than Toss a Coin and far more than anything else the bard had managed to write about him. Even A Witcher’s Eyes, which waxed overly poetic about all the different shades of yellow, orange, and amber that Geralt’s eyes took on when he hunted or slept or…

Oh gods, Jaskier. How could I have looked at you with anything other than affection after all the time you spent proving that your heart belonged to me alone. Fuck. I’m a fool to have hurt you like that and now...now you’re gone and I can never say I’m sorry.

And the Witcher, a man who was said to have no feelings at all, felt his heart break all over again. 

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“Ah, Geralt!” Jaskier grinned, flinging his arms around the Witcher’s waist with a confidence he’d never before possessed. His irises, bluer than any cornflower despite what the poets said, flickered with relief and love and mild concern. “I’ve missed you terribly. How did the hunt go? Are you hurt?”

“No,” the Witcher answered truthfully. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even remember going on a hunt. “I’m fine.”

“Melitele be thanked, then. Now let’s get you a bath and something to eat.”

“A kiss, first?”

“Anything for my Witcher,” the bard crooned. His arms moved from Geralt’s waist to wind around his neck, holding him close. He pressed his soft, petal-pink lips against the Witcher’s and tightened the circle of his arms. 

Jaskier was squeezing him closer. Too close. Too strong.

Clinging. Choking. 

Like a rope.

Like a vine!

Geralt burst back into consciousness and flung the poisonous, hallucinogenic plant away from his body with a grimace. He cast Igni and watched the rest of the greenery go up in squealing, shrieking flames. The patch of enchanted shrubbery he’d been hired to dispatch had given him such a nearly-wonderful dream. Such a close glimpse at what he might have had if he hadn’t been such a godsdamned idiot all that time ago.

But he had been. 

And now Jaskier was dead.

And it would be best to stop dreaming about him.

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“Would you care for a flower, Master Witcher?” an oddly soothing voice asked, proffering the blooming rosebud before Geralt could reject it. “Red for passion, pink for adoration, or yellow for friendship?”

“I have no one left to give a rose,” he chuckled darkly, without looking up. “But thank you for the offer.”

“No one left? How tragic,” the flower seller sighed. “But such is the life of a Witcher, is it not?”

“Aye,” Geralt nodded from beneath his hood. “And the good things that sometimes happen to us always fade too fast.”

“If you had someone to give a rose,” the merchant continued, “What color would you choose?”

“Pink. For adoration, as you said.”

“For that mysterious sorceress the people often associate you with, Master Wolf?”

Geralt let a sad smile slide across his face in the darkness of his cloak’s deep hood and shook his head. A memory flashed before his eyes: “Not the Butcher of Blaviken then. Hmm. The White Wolf, perhaps?”

He shook his head again to clear it and spoke without thinking, spurred on by the feelings stirring back to life in his chest, “For a bard. A bard that sang so beautifully even the birds would stop to listen.”

“Oh Geralt!” a pair of arms encircled the Witcher’s waist and a determined hand yanked the hood back and away. Light flooded Geralt’s vision and by the time he adjusted his pupils, the stranger was so much more familiar than before. “You big oaf! I knew you’d miss me eventually! And what a lovely compliment; far better than your earlier quip about my fillingless pie.”

“J-Jaskier!?” 

The Witcher’s golden eyes were brimming with unsheddable tears. Jaskier was here. Standing before him. 

Jaskier was alive!

The bard was crying as well, those big blue eyes overflowing with joy. The Witcher’s arms moved of their own accord, twining around his companion’s shoulders and pulling him close until they were chest-to-chest. 

“You smell like Roach,” Jaskier giggled, face already buried against the familiar black material of the Witcher’s shirt. “And I don’t go by that name anymore, darling. Didn’t you know that?”

“Wh-why not? I had heard you were dead.”

“I was very clever in faking my own death, don’t you think? Nobody’s tracking me down for any pertinent Princess-hunting information. As far as Nilfgaard cares to know, Jaskier the bard and Julian the Viscount de Lettenhove are both long dead. Dandelion the troubadour? Well, he is alive and kicking, as you can see.”

“Dandelion?”

“You seem dazed. Confused. Lost, perhaps?”

Geralt couldn't do much more than repeat himself, “I thought you were dead.”

“Oh...oh,” Jaskier’s gaze softened and he released his grip on Geralt’s waist. Geralt did not release his hold on the bard’s shoulders, however. He just clung more tightly, held on more fiercely, afraid to let go even for a moment in case this was another dream or apparition. A set of lute-calloused fingers slowly, gently caressed the side of his face and he leaned into the touch with a broken little sound. Jaskier was glowing, it seemed: “You really did miss me.”

“I love you,” Geralt finally admitted. After years of friendship and another year of loneliness and heartache and loss, the Witcher let his defenses fall away. “Of course I missed you. I missed you and mourned you and wished for you to come back from the dead every waking moment for the last four months.”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind my disappearing,” Jaskier bit his lip thoughtfully. “After what you said...back then. But you really loved me back all this time?”

“How could I not love the only person in this world who chose a Witcher over everything else? How could I not love the only person who ever saw me as a man before a monster?”

“Oh, dear heart,” Jaskier breathed, closing the distance between them until only a hair’s breadth separated their lips. “You’ve never been a monster.”

Their first kiss was soft and sweet and everything the bard knew his darling Geralt hid so firmly from the outside world. He had managed to crack the Witcher’s stone heart open and build a place for himself inside, a place that Geralt welcomed him back to as soon as their lips met. 

You see, that’s the thing about flowers: they’ll grow through even the toughest, most impenetrable surface in an effort to reach the light. And the light that shone out of Geralt was worth more to a Buttercup or a Dandelion than a thousand suns.

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