#and also this is not Eos' usual stage look or normal style I like to think she asks Victoria for 'style' help and they come up w this

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and here she is Eos in her @infamous-if look :3

#infamous if #infamous mc #clothing design #to be honest i had done this after a runway look but I cant find it anymore #and also this is not Eos' usual stage look or normal style I like to think she asks Victoria for 'style' help and they come up w this #sudraws #oc: eos

[moonraccoon-exe]

Imagine ignis is drunk

Mid-party.

Nobody can EVER tell when he’s drunk.

He looks fine. He talks perfectly well. His words have coherence. He can walk in a straight line just fine.

The man looks FINE.

He’s going to drink and nothing will change in him, apparently.

Not red eyes. No stuttering. No stumbling.

Beer, wine, rum...whatever he’s drinking, he does it with style.

10:30

He knows very well himself when he’s drunk.

The problem is that he knows when he’s already drunk; never when he’s halfway there.

If you’re Gladio, you’re probably going to notice.

If not, you’ll still have to wait for longer.

Ignis will start talking more than usual, but nothing extra noticeable.

He’s going to start /starting/ conversations; he’s usually answering, but now he’s coming with starters himself.

His topics? Politics, literature, music, cooking and Noctis.

He’s also going to be less moody.

Will start smiling with much for frequency.

At some point some random joke will make him laugh as loud as the rest of the crowd/friends gathered.

It was not a particularly loud laughter, but he re-notices he wouldn’t have laughed so hard in a normal context but would have rather only smiled.

So it hits him like a bullet.

He’s drunk.11:52

He starts getting nervous.

‘Have they noticed?’

‘How could I not notice and put a stop before?’

‘I feel so vulgar.’

‘Have they noticed? Have they?’

*finger toys with glass while eyes scan the people at the table to analyze whether they’ve noticed or not*

‘They don’t seen to have noticed.’

‘Good.’

*is about to sip and stops*

‘OR that’s what THEY want ME to think.’

*heavy sigh*

‘These motherfuckers, I KNEW I COULDN’T TRUST THEM.’

‘Somebody’s filming me, I know. Who is it. Is it Crowe. Is it that man. Who is- *heavy breath* who is that mAN WHO ALLOWED HIM HERE WHERE DID HE COME FROM I’M GOING TO FIGHT HIM IF HE’S LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, WHO IS HE.’

‘Right, it’s Nyx, I forgot.’

*sips*

‘I should not have done that.’

‘Stop it, Ignis. Only YOU are trustable at the wheel. You must recover your sens-’

*sips*

‘Why did I do that.’

‘I’m good. I’m good. I’m just a little altered but if I stop now I will grow out of it by 1 in the morning and I will be back to my usual self.’

....

*sips*

*looks around again*

‘Have they noticed yet?’

Repeats the entire previous train of thoughts, except twice the nervous.

He starts panicking.

12:34

‘And THAT’S how much of a damn GENIUS Oscar Wilde was, gentlemen.’

Totally quoted an entire act of of “Lady Windermere’s Fan” BY HEART.

“Ignis! Tell us about that one time the prince was hidden under the table during an entire session of Council meeting!”

Ignis half-snorts mid-sip but doesn’t spit anything.

“IT WAS AMAZING, don’t tell him I said that.”

Ignis has the BEST stories to share, both fictional and from real life.

He’s so quiet and reserved on a daily basis that it’s strange for him to share things.

But for some reason it’s the most reserved and quiet ones who have the best stories.

So when the drunk state goes real bad, he tends to gather a crowd around him.

He’s just telling stories.

No cards, no gambling, no dices, no bets, no games. Just stories.

Everyone loves his stories.

And if he has none, he’s completely quoting books and threatre scripts.

He’s having good laughs.

1:23

He’s not having more good laughs.

Some passage of a book he had been quoting got to him.

‘It took him 130 pages, Gladio. How can you write such a passionate, real, extremely intense and still working tragedy in 130 pages? How do you do it, Gladio, HOW?’

Ignis excused himself from the table and left as slyly subtle as he always knows how to do, so nobody sees where he leaves to.

He still walks and talks just fine.

But he’s CLEARLY drunk, no missing this time.

Gladio knows where to find him, so he gives him some moments before he has to go find him sat at some staircase, fountain, outside bench, standing at a balcony, or in front of the most corny and dramatic lonely spot of the building/room.

Ignis won’t admit it, but he goes full drama when drunk.

So ofc he’l look for the most cliché part of the room to dramatically stare to the outside or the sky like a poet or a philosopher.

1:54

Gladio finds him.

Ignis will just start talking about whatever passage got to him as if though it had been a personal experience.

‘Why did she have to die? It was in his hands, it had been his responsibility. She was not perfect, but it was not the right choice.’

*exasperated sigh*

‘Why is...the world so cruel, Gladio?’

Gladio knows how to deal with this, so he places a hand on Ignis’ back.

The man starts crying.

Ignis starts crying for real.

There’s two outcomes to this (the usual ones):

1. Ignis will stop crying at his time.

He’s going to be very embarrassed and he’s going to say ‘I clearly am drunk. Please do ignore me. I feel vulgar and obscene. I don’t want the little dignity I still have left to be crushed. Gladiolus, please do me a favor and drive me home, if I’m not a bother. Have mercy on me.’

He’s going to keep the chin up but he’s clearly VERY embarrassed as he heads to the outside, Gladio as guard.

2. Ignis will just continue crying until he’s empty.

Gladio, uncomfortable, has to hold him.

Not that he doesn’t like Ignis, he’s just not used to Ignis breaking down like this.

If it had been a good reason, Gladio would do it for his friend.

But he’s really just crying for fictional characters of two centuries ago.

So it IS uncomfortable.

Ignis will bury his face in Gladio’s chest or shoulder and will cry that “he’s so drunk he’s come to the limits of vulgarity” and that he “can’t cope with this embarrassment. I have no dignity or reputation left.”

He’s going to cry more. 

He’s going to ask Gladio to walk him to the outside “and drop me in the trashcan, I don’t have any value anymore.”

Gladio will carry him piggyback.

Ignis won’t even complain because “I have no dignity left, who cares who sees us.”

Whichever the outcome, he stays quiet on the whole ride home.

Depending on his status, he’s either walking into his apartment himself, apologizing to Gladio, looking angry andembarrassed, then go straight to bed.

Or, if he’s in the sad mode, he’s going to stay curled at the backseats of the car and Gladio will have to pull him out either on his feet or having to carry him.

Ignis, in that mode, is usually to terrified of himself, too embarrassed to ‘live this life anymore, I can’t, you can’t ask me for that, what kind of second hand and adviser am I when I get like this, I am useless and an unworthy piece of trash’.

Ignis will fall dead asleep.

He’s a light sleeper, the lightest sleeper in Eos...but when drunk, not even the sound of Gladio snoring from the living room will wake him.

And dammit, does Gladio snore. 

He handles hangovers like he handles the first stages of getting drunk.

Nobody notices he’s hangover.

...unless it was pretty bad and he reached past the stages of storytelling and crying.

THEN he’ll act like he’s not hangover but he’s going to have this terrible look on his face.

He’ll also need a cup of Ebony in his hand, ALL THE DAY, to not kill anyone.

You can’t let that cup be empty for more than three minutes, you can’t.

This is drunk Ignis.

He needs protection and love.