#iggy rambles nonsense

[iggysmice]

"iggy, how much do you like mice?"

normal amount

#iggy rambles nonsense #mice #plushies #yes its the same mouse squishmallow in 3 sizes i lov Mouse

[autumnsup]

The Velvet Goldmine Soundtrack Imagined As a Flight or Tasting Menu

Arranged According to Flavor and Style

To preface my latest nonsense: I will always appreciate the OST. I even went and bought the vinyl edition (see previous reblog), which makes skipping the less beloved tracks more difficult. Nevertheless, over the years I have done some curating based on the tracks I love most, including adding in a few bonus tracks that didn’t make it onto the OST album.

Back in the early 2000s, it was quite the undertaking to create what I considered to be the “complete” soundtrack to Velvet Goldmine. To collect more tracks, I combed through used CD stores, ripped from CDs found at libraries, and “borrowed” from my dad’s music downloading service pre-iTunes, to make a mix of my own.

I won’t be including that exact mix here, nor will I be mentioning every single song on the OST, but I’ve compiled a few Top 5 lists with flavorful ramblings about each track and why I love it. I’m also realizing as I write that much of what I appreciate about each song is wrapped up with the scene it underscores in the film, making it hard for me to take a step back and judge them on their musical merits alone. Just be warned that some may be more incoherent than others. 🫠

Top 5 Faves

Hot One ✨ Shudder to Think

Flavor profile: smoky-sweet with a dollop of strange

Honestly, this song makes me so happy and nostalgic every time I hear it. If I were to pick one song to play on repeat, this would probably be the one I’d choose. There’s something infectious about the leisurely pace of the piano and bass together, and the nonsensical, somewhat dark lyrics overlaying them, lightly tinged with the rasp of the singer's voice. I could almost imagine Oscar Wilde composing the words, without the references to outer space (unless he was actually – gasp – FROM outer space?).

Bitter-Sweet ✨ Roxy Music

as performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: a swirl of bitters and spice with an undercurrent of salt tears

I love this song because it encompasses so many different sounds and moods, and Thom Yorke’s vocal range is incredible. Plus the lyrics are extremely evocative and spot-on for the scene they cover. It’s not entirely clear to me if we actually hear the Flaming Creatures perform parts of it as well, or if they are just lip-synching for the sake of flow between scenes, but in any case, it was very well chosen.

Satellite of Love ✨ Lou Reed (with David Bowie)

Flavor profile: fluffy-sweet layers with a little crunch on top

Another happy-making song for me, although I can eventually get tired of listening to it (doesn’t help that I have it on Lou Reed’s Transformer too). I love that Bowie collaborated on the background vocals and enjoy singing along while I imagine Curt and Brian in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.

Gimme Danger ✨Iggy Pop

as sung by Ewan McGregor

Flavor profile: this may mangle your jaw and sear off your tastebuds but you will still crave it 😵

Seriously, why didn’t they include this on the OST album??? it is my opinion that if they had to pick one Iggy Pop song, they should’ve gone with Gimme Danger instead of T.V. Eye. The Iggy Pop original is good too but it doesn’t have quite the same feeling of angst and emotional oomph that Ewan’s does. I guess it doesn’t have the same level of shock value as T.V. Eye, but melodically and thematically I think it’s a much better song.  It is a crying shame that this performance was overlooked and I still hold hope in my heart that the Ewan recording is in storage somewhere, eventually to be released into the world. (Todd Haynes, take note).

Ballad of Maxwell Demon ✨ Shudder to Think 

as sung by Jonathan Rhys Meyers / Craig Wedren

Flavor profile: a tall glass of rainbow dusted in glitter and charcoal

I have mixed feelings about this track because I can’t decide which version I like better. In general, I’m not a huge fan of JRM’s voice, but for this particular song, it fits the off-kilter he-might-kill-you-in-an-instant tone of the music video so well, it might actually be the better version. I don’t know… feel free to fight me on this, I might just change my mind. Again. But as for the song itself, the lyrics are so nonsensical they're borderline iconic. I mean, "the slap on my ass by a lipstick-kissed elbow glove"?

Top 5 for Sheer Vibes

Velvet Spacetime ✨ Carter Burwell (both versions)

Flavor profile: a smorgasbord of far-out sounds

Speaking of vacillating, I am pretty certain that there are two versions of this track, one of which we hear only briefly during the film. I like the OST version just fine because of how melodic and relaxing it is, but I wish they’d included the film version, which sounds more ominous and gritty. I think it appears during one of the “Arthur hot on the trail” scenes, when he’s walking to the subway or something? Anyway, FANTASTIC vibes from a film composer I’ve learned to love over the years.

2HB ✨ Roxy Music

as performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: a fizzy Bellini-style cocktail made with passionfruit and the finest champagne

This is such an interesting song from start to finish, and is used to beautiful effect in the film. My favorite version of course is the one with Jack Fairy at the end, during the Death of Glitter concert. “Your cigarette traces a ladder” is probably one of my favorite lyrics from the entire film – SO poetic.

20th Century Boy ✨ T.Rex 

as performed by Placebo

Flavor profile: the chunkiest hunk of brittle you’ve ever sunk your teeth into

This song is just so perfect in every way, both in the film and on the OST. I find the melody a bit repetitive and the lyrics boring, which is why I didn’t include in my top faves list, but Placebo’s delivery of it is smashing, right down to the chunky guitar riffs at the very end. Leaves me with chills every time.

The Whole Shebang ✨ Grant Lee Buffalo

Flavor profile: a little bland until the bubbles start popping

A fluffy little song, but I love singing along with the chorus, and it’s a great fit for where it appears in the film. (Note to Todd Haynes and co: can we see the whole music video please? I love JRM’s Elvis-like sneer and head wobbles so much).

Needle in the Camel’s Eye ✨ Brian Eno

Flavor profile: sharp, sweet, sassy lemon

Also an interesting song to me, and one that fits the mood of the opening credits scene like a glove. With repeat listenings I’ve come to believe that even though it comes in hard with those brassy guitar chords, it’s actually not a very heavy song. The sheer joy and simplicity of it really shines through and captures the euphoric feeling of running through the streets with your best mates so well. I’m not even bothered by how repetitive the melody is, because each repetition brings something new with it.

NB: I’d never heard of Eno before and was intrigued to discover that snippets from a couple of his other songs were included in the film (Dead Finks and Fat Lady). They are more curiosities to me than anything I truly love, but I sometimes enjoy listening to them all the way through just for the hell of it.

Top 5 for that Retro Flavor

Do You Want to Touch Me (Oh Yeah!) ✨ Gary Glitter Joan Jett

Flavor profile: velvety-smooth with a little grit and spice sprinkled in

I do like the original version of this track but have a hard time stomaching the thought of supporting the original singer in any way. Thank goodness for Joan Jett’s excellent cover version!

Virginia Plain ✨ Roxy Music

Flavor profile: also smooth as velvet but with no grit to speak of, just bright fruity flavor

This song is pure fun from start to finish and matches the tone of the scene perfectly. I especially love how it ends right at the moment when Shannon is being introduced to the entourage.

Cosmic Dancer ✨  T.Rex

Flavor profile: warm and milky goodness

A delicately winding journey of a song. I love the soft intimacy of Mandy doing Brian’s makeup during it – wish we had one of those scenes for her and Jack or Curt too.

Ladytron ✨ Roxy Music

performed by Thom Yorke and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: can I say chocolate? Stoneground, with both sugar and spice of course.

This song grew on me, thanks in part to the distant bewitching intro before the quavering vocals set in. The guitar solos provide fire for the sex scene between Brian and Mandy, and I like how it fades out at the end (unlike the actual ending of their relationship).

Tumbling Down ✨ Steve Harley

as performed by Jonathan Rhys Meyers and The Venus in Furs

Flavor profile: whipped syllabub with bombastic notes of cherry and lime

This scene with JRM alone and gussied up as Maxwell Demon is possibly the most dramatic finale for a character I’ve ever seen in film or theatre, and I’ve seen a fair amount of both. His rendition of the song doesn’t quite seize me by the heart like other versions I’ve heard (especially the live Steve Harley version with guitar, harmonica and little else), but the musical backing more than makes up for it, along with the tawdry glamor and sparkle of costume and set. The song feels both retro and timeless somehow, despite (or because of?) the nonsensical lyrics, and I find myself singing them every now and then without quite knowing why. RIP Maxwell Demon.

Honorable Mentions

Sebastian ✨ Steve Harley

as sung by Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Flavor profile: a vanilla bean dipped in confectioner's sugar

This song gives me mixed feelings. On the one hand, it has the somber and dirge-like melody that doesn't always sit well with me, but on the other hand, something about JRM’s delivery of it, of Brian’s cool gaze over an audience that doesn’t quite despise him but definitely doesn’t appreciate his unique brand of showmanship, lingers with me. “Your lips ruby blue” – now there’s a line that’s hard to forget.

Diamond Meadows ✨ T.Rex

Flavor profile: huckleberry crumble with blobs of cream

It took me a little while to come around to this song, but I now think it underscores the Brian and Curt doll scene quite well. Childlike, bordering on naughty, and repeating in endearing loops until it abruptly cuts itself short. (That might describe much of Marc Bolan’s opus, come to think of it).

Symphony No. 6 in A Minor ✨ Gustav Mahler

Flavor profile: less of a flavor and more like a whiff of buttery, mouthwatering mystery

I didn’t recognize this as a Mahler piece for a while, but the clip played during Jack’s slow descent down the stairs at the Sombrero, and the following scene of him under intense scrutiny in the restaurant, fits SO well. Carter Burwell or whoever managed to interweave Mahler with 60s soul, glam rock stylings, and the Spacetime theme in the span of just a few minutes was at the top of their game. 💋

@25yearsofvelvetgoldmine

#ok now I'm craving dessert #or a good stiff drink #if a mix were a menu... #friyay #25yearsofvelvetgoldmine #velvet goldmine

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

Name: Lemmy

Age: 6

-Is easily the most clever, tricky, and sneaky Koopaling, despite constantly being underestimated

-Hangs out with Larry and Morton, because they are easy to rope into schemes

-Is almost on equal levels of intelligence with Iggy, and enjoys listening to him ramble on about his random nonsense

-Is a tiny bit insecure about his height, so he stands on his ball to seem taller

-What he lacks in size, he makes up for in wits

-Is slightly better than Wendy at mental manipulation, although they are both very good at it

-Can't swim, but it doesn't matter; he floats!

-Can't breathe fire yet...it's still a work in progress

-Likes clowns n' stuff, but really wants to be a comedian

-If he sees a penguin, he will instantly drop what he's doing, and pet it

-Doesn't find bears on bikes or juggling burning chainsaws interesting. Been there, done that

-Very sassy when talked down to

#koopalings #lemmy koopa #headcanon

[devilisln-moved]

I’m eating pocky and going to go back to reading Born Again. This will not doubt lead to a bit of spam as I comment on what I’m reading because I’m a weirdo. If you don’t want any part of this rambling nonsense, black list the tag “ iggy reads Born Again “.

#I'm honestly surprised about how readable it is #like there are things I don't care much for #but I feel like my love for old school comic art really makes a difference #out;

[tiaragqueen]

The numbers are from Aggressive Yandere Starter Prompts, and the quote is from the Abused Viewpoint prompts! ❣️❣️ sorry for not being clear :’) ~ pastel anon🌸

Give Way

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,4k

✂ Trigger Warning: Violence, kidnapping, death, shooting, sadism, possessive behavior, yandere theme.

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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9. “So, they’re a friend of yours? What did I say about talking to other people?”

17. “Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance.”

18. “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll chop their arm off.”

I know you didn’t request for Mafia AU but I wanted to try it out for once. Also, I excluded the prompt from The Abused Viewpoint because I couldn’t fit in with the rest of the scenario and because it’s way easier to write prompts from the same place. Hope you don’t mind.

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“Just to get you, I’m doing whatever works. You ain’t never met anybody that will do ya how I do ya, that’ll bring you to your knees.” – Black Widow [Iggy Azalea]

Unknown [4.45 pm]: Come to my house if you still want them to live.

You gripped your phone after rereading the text for at least five times already. You didn’t need to search, didn’t need to think to know who this ‘unknown’ was. The hint was blatant; it couldn’t even be called a ‘hint’ anymore. Still, it didn’t ease the nerves that skyrocketed the moment you saw the sender. Telling the cab driver the address, you clenched your clammy fists and fidgeted on the seat. Oh, how tempting it was to just open the door and roll your way out.

But you weren’t one of those cool spies in movies. You couldn’t do a stunt to even save your life. So, what made you think you could escape in the middle of busy traffic?

At least, the injury would be nothing compared to the situation you’d about to confront. That is if a car didn’t crush you first.

“Miss, we already arrived.” The driver’s raspy voice snapped you out from your slightly suicidal and illogical thoughts. You swallowed and reluctantly climbed out of the cab. It drove away as soon as you paid him, and you resisted the urge to call him again.

No, you couldn’t back out now. That would be complying with his wish, even if he did want you to be there.

One of the guards regarded you coldly once you arrived at the doorstep and led you inside. There was nothing different from the familiar living room, where you used to listen to Taehyung’s rambling about those antique paintings that hung on the wall. You never really understood the meaning or the beauty behind them since you weren’t very knowledgeable in the art of painting. In fact, you considered them as… creepy, to say the least.

And now that you grew more aware of your surroundings – thanks to the paranoia Taehyung had instilled in you and months of running away from him – you could feel their eyes following your movements. You shivered, walking a bit closer to the stone guard. Regardless, he paid no heed to your obvious fear and hesitation and roughly pushed you into a lone room in the basement.

You weren’t surprised when you saw Taehyung already waiting for you, standing behind the twins whose face were concealed under dark bags. They snapped their heads towards your direction once they heard the slam of the door shut, chest heaving from dread. They must’ve known it was you because seconds later they were already screaming and wiggling against the ropes.

But you couldn’t hear them. Not because their voices were muffled, but because your eyes had glued themselves on to Taehyung’s broad back. He was clad in his usual crisp, black suit complemented with a pair of polished dress shoes. You used to think he was handsome in that outfit, but now he looked more menacing than attractive.

Still, you couldn’t deny his appeal.

“You came.” It wasn’t a greeting. It was a statement. He knew you’d come. He knew you weren’t selfish enough to let your friends die at his hands. Literally. After all, what would the famous mafia do to get what he wanted? He could easily get away from the police, either through bribery or force.

“Let them go,” you said, faking confidence that probably seemed laughable to him because you – too – were also trembling in your boots. But you needed to be brave, although outwardly, for the sake of them. Taehyung preyed on your fear - like a monster he was - and the fact that he used your friends against you confirmed that.

Taehyung said nothing at first. Instead, he approached the sobbing twins and put his hand on one of their shoulders. You tensed instinctively, ready to tackle him should he ever do something remotely… harmful to them. “So, they’re a friend of yours?” he asked.

You knew he knew, which was why you didn’t bother to answer.

“What did I say about talking to other people?”

“I’m not your property, Taehyung.” you retorted. “Nor am I your girlfriend anymore.”

He hummed nonchalantly, keeping one hand hidden from you. “Well, you did escape me. So, if anything, you’re still technically my girlfriend.”

Calm down, [Name]. Take a deep breath. He just wanted to provoke you. Just like he always did. Therefore, you shouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing your anger.

“You’re sick, Taehyung.” You spat his name like it was poison in your tongue. “That’s why I escaped from you. No normal man would keep his girlfriend locked inside some fancy house and punish her for the slightest mistake.”

“I did it for you,” he defended. Though, it didn’t exactly sound like one. In fact, it almost felt like he was scolding you. As if you were some kind of a naïve child that knew nothing about manners and punishments. “I need to discipline you. If I didn’t do it, then what kind of a boyfriend am I?”

You shuddered indignantly. “I’m not a fucking child.”

“Ah!” He suddenly snapped his fingers, face lit up like a child at Christmas. You could say that he appeared almost… delighted to hear you swearing. You mentally reminded yourself that you weren’t his lover anymore, therefore you didn’t have a reason to feel like you’d ‘fucked up’ in some way. “There it is! It’s been a long time since I heard you cursing. Seems like you’ve been bratty, eh?” Taehyung nodded, as though he had come into an understanding. What kind of understanding, you had no idea. “These two have been poisoning your mind and destroying your manners. We can’t have that, can we?”

You frowned, though you still maintained your overall pissedexpression.

“Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance.” Taehyung closed his eyes, seemingly pondering over something. This wasn’t the first time he’d acted this way – spouting nonsense and just generally being contemplative – but it never meant anything good. Maybe because you always acted out during those times. “No, wait. You’re not in the wrong here. No, no, no. They’re the ones at fault here.”

You didn’t know whether you should be glad or confused with his statement.

“… And that’s why,” your eyes immediately widened when he whipped out a gun from his back pocket. “They should die instead.”

On instinct, you stepped forward and stretched out a hand. It was futile, you knew that much, but at least you’ve tried to stop him. “No–!”

And you already knew, no matter how much it hurt, that he would never stop and listen to your reason.

Bang!

The abrupt sound echoed in your ears as you stumbled on to the ground. You winced and looked up, discerning one of your friends instantly went motionless. The living twin cried through the cloth and squirmed on the chair in a futile attempt to save their now deceased sibling. You frowned and turned your head away, already aware of what would happen very soon.

It wasn’t long until Taehyung put them out of their misery as well, thus declaring the tragic death of your friends. The people who have helped you escape and provided you with their humble apartment. The people who have comforted you through the trauma you’d endured during your time in his house.

And worst of all, you never got the chance to truly and sincerely say ‘thank you’.

“See? This is what happens when people mess with my possession.” He ambled towards you and put a finger under your quivering chin. Tears trickled down and dripped on to his palm, yet he found your expression to be simply delightful. “Aw… Are you sad because your little friends are dead, my dear?”

You closed your eyes, unable to see the haunting sight or the malicious glint in his irises.

“How cute,” he cooed. “Crying like a baby you are.” Taehyung grinned wickedly, gripping your jaw in a near-crushing grasp. You didn’t even have the strength to fight back. It was like their deaths had drained you of the stamina and will to live. Well, how could you fight anyway? He was definitely stronger than you. Beating you would be like a walk in the park. That, and because you feared that he might shoot you the same way he did to those twins.

Though, you did wonder if it was better alive and suffer his constant punishments than die painlessly and peacefully. At least, you’d have your friends and other unfortunate people he’d killed in the past.

“But, you know what? This won’t be the last time you’ll see this. I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll chop their arm off.”

#yandere bangtan sonyeondan #yandere bts #yandere taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung #yandere kim taehyung x reader #yandere kim taehyung #yandere kpop story #yandere kpop imagine #yandere kpop au #kpop yandere #yandere kpop #kpop yandere au #kpop yandere imagine #kpop yandere story #bts yandere au #bts yandere #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader

[beauvoyr]

My Little Sister ☆ Can’t Be This Cute!

Chapter 1 | Kiss Kiss Fall in Love!

Pairings: Noctis/Reader Genre: Romance Tags: Pre-Canon | Fluff and Humor | Eventual Romance | Slow Burn | Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Reader-Insert | Big Brother Ignis | Idol Reader Characters: Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, Gladio, & You, an Idol! Chapter Rating: G Crossposted on: ao3 Summary: Noctis thought he knew everything about his Advisor. And then there’s some. i: “Dude.” Prompto says. Noctis does his best impression of The Thinker dating from M.E. 655. “Iggy’s into this kind of thing.” Prompto asks, sans question mark. The shock definitely got to him. “Did you know about it.” Bros gotta protect each other’s secrets, right? Right. But the bro code never outlined an emergency protocol when two bros are pitted against each other. Who’s to say which bro is more important to him? ‘cause Prompto’s a bro, Ignis’ a bro, and asking him to pick between two bros is like asking him to choose either Assassin’s Creed or King’s Knight.

i:

Maybe Ignis has a thing for things like this, Noctis reasons. Under all that elegant pomp and heavily accented words rolling off a tongue peculiarly eloquent in jabs, steam-soft shirts and slacks swishing about as he walks, maybe he secretly harboured an interest in things betraying his stern and stoic stature. Being the personal advisor to the prince grants him no leeway in freely expressing his interests beyond what Noctis eats, which meetings Noctis should be attending, when Noctis finishes classes, and whether or not Noctis got over his lachanophobia. Which, according to Ignis Posh Scientia, is fear of vegetables.

(Noctis so does not have a fear of vegetables.)

(He just doesn’t like them.)

(Very much.)

None of his internal monologues answered why on Eos in this standard Audi commissioned to every Citadel staff, in this dull sedan with its immaculate leather trim and waxed dashboard, Ignis kept a CD.

An idol CD. The kind you’d find in a budget bin somewhere in Rock Corner for 90% off just because they want to get rid of trashy music as soon as possible lest it besmirches their shop’s status. Flashy pink booklet with signature of the iNTERGALACTiC ★ DiVΔ done in gold, sprawled all over its childish arrangement of what seems to be said Intergalactic Diva in the idolesque ensemble of flouncy skirt, crisp blazer scattered with silvery military embellishment, wearing the laciest pair of platform heels while simultaneously surrounded with stuffed toys. Stuffed toys. As if the whole setup made sense only to the art director like some army veteran crossing over the whole cute couture concept they’ve got going on here.

Noctis takes another good look at the CD. A deeper, closer, more intimate look at the girly plastic casing and its tracklist on the back as though it’d explain the enigma suddenly surrounding the secret life of his 21-year-old Advisor and his secret stash.

Six minutes later, Noctis replaces the CD where it belongs: Right in the deepest, darkest corner of the glove compartment, where no eyes may venture where his accidentally went.

And then he went on searching for his missing phone.

ii:

A month and a half later, Noctis is pleased to announce that he’s entirely forgotten about the idol debacle. While the matter had loitered around the recesses of his mind for a maximum of two days, it’s all water-under-the-bridge kind of thing because nobody got hurt and he’s not about to make fun of his Advisor for repressing the urge to listen to the peppy trills of an idol singing about high school crushes and unrequited love. Everyone’s got their own jam, like Prompto who’s always blasting Ron Goodwin out of one earpiece whenever they gather to demolish their assignments, and then there’s Gladio who’d sometimes slink onto the sofa with his nose buried in either An Inquiry into the Good or Romancing Sir Sigurd, and there’s no in-between.  

In fact, Noctis is actually more than happy to safeguard Ignis’ secret for the rest of his entire life just because he’s such a bro (or in his case, he conveniently forgot about it), but he’s also failed to take into account that Prompto’s exceptionally good at noticing things. Photographer quirk, he calls it.

“Dude.” Prompto says.

Noctis does his best impression of The Thinker dating from M.E. 655.

“Iggy’s into this kind of thing.” Prompto asks, sans question mark. The shock definitely got to him. “Did you know about it.”

Bros gotta protect each other’s secrets, right? Right. But the bro code never outlined an emergency protocol when two bros are pitted against each other. Who’s to say which bro is more important to him? ‘cause Prompto’s a bro, Ignis’ a bro, and asking him to pick between two bros is like asking him to choose either Assassin’s Creed or King’s Knight.

Noctis weighs the two. He chances a glance at Prompto’s shell-shocked stance of a hand barely touching the glossy cover of an・an unrolled from the boring brown paperbag of weekly groceries. There it is again, that iNTERGALACTiC ★ DiVΔ graces the cover in all of your majestic glory. Forgoing all the sparkling cuteness of a girleen for elegance, pearls in your sedate coiffure, smoky makeup and that white-tipped-fingernails thing girls do when they want to be extra fancy. You're pretty—no, beautiful, actually—but then again, when is a magazine cover not photoshopped? Yeah.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this,” Prompto goes on at Noctis’ extended silence, “cuz I thought he was Moogling some recipe for dinner but dude, he was ordering her CD off Amazon. Thought that was a one-time thing so I was pretty meh about it,” he shrugs, “but y’know, it was so not a one-time thing because it was a five-time thing—”

Noctis makes a sound in his throat. Never underestimate a photographer’s quirk.  

“—and I’m really not gonna judge if he’s into idols since they’re cute,” Prompto nods along to his rambling which gets Noctis to nod along just to show he’s listening and oh he’s listening all right, “but it got me thinking.”

And when Prompto starts thinking, that’s when Noctis should start getting really worried.

As if guided by his instincts more than his rational mind, the blond extracts an・an and smoothens it on the table, palms pressing down the corners like this elusive evidence of Ignis’ intersecting interest in the idol world will do a comical poof and disappear in curly smoke. His stare hardens more than a diamond. “Iggy’s birthday’s around the corner, right?”

“Uh.” Noctis really can’t see where this is going and subtly wonders if abusing the powers of the Oracle would grant him a vision into the future for something like this. Would Luna grant him her strength in times of great emergency if he blasted a message through Umbra? “I guess? It’s next week. February 7th.”

Prompto makes a sound in his throat that is eerily similar to Noctis’.  And when he turns, Noctis thinks the light in his eyes is bright enough to banish the impending gloom and doom prophesized in the future. He might as well be the King of Light at this rate.

Prompto says, “Dude. I’ve got an idea.”

iii:

When Prompto says he has an idea, it’d normally be a great idea. “Wanna ditch and hang out at the arcade?” he’d ask, to which a 16-year-old Noctis would do a 180 from returning to class after lunch and misuse his warping talent to zip in and out of his classroom with his bag through the window, and they’d rendezvous at Club Sega just for diversion tactics. Blasting through zombie brains and kicking each other’s ass in Street Fighter, they’d spend the whole evening there unless Ignis hears them play hooky, usually by way of a ‘concerned’ teacher ratting them out at the very last second. At most, Noctis gets an earful that he evades with practiced ignorance with all that regurgitated nonsense of he’s the prince and he shouldn’t be skipping school, but.

This idea.

It’s very bad.

Noctis doesn’t know why, but it’s very bad.

Going up to the receptionist counter and boldly proclaiming that he’s the prince isn’t at the top of list of things he wanted to do because he’s really not into blatant exploitation of his title. But hey, it works. It takes one slack-jawed, starry-eyed intern whispering in awe, “Prince Noctis? Can I get your autograph please?” and a ballpen hastily scrawling across lipstick-smudged napkin later, he finds himself fidgeting on a stool in a bright dressing room, bulbs lining the mirror blasting him with light. Rolling racks are hanging with the most absurd yet lavishly decorated dresses decked in chiffons and sequins in all the colours a rainbow has to offer. Striped tophat completes what he thinks is a feminine form of a tuxedo, while thigh-high boots are stationed under a rugged combo of punk-rock aesthetics involving a PVC-belted skirt and metallic studs. The world of an idol is far more fearsome than the life of a prince destined to die, he thinks.

Prompto turns to him with the most scandalised expression ever after taking stock of the myriad of makeup products littered on the countertop, gasping, “That was way easier than I thought.”

“I’m just glad they didn’t kick up a huge fuss over it,” Noctis grunts. Then, as if the weight of what they’re doing is finally hitting him with the force of Gladio’s blows, Noctis blows a limp lock of hair out of his face. “We’re really doing this.”

Prompto cocks a brow and appropriates the plastic stool across him. “Dude, you’ve got a better birthday bash idea going on?”

Noctis couldn’t answer that.

No, really, he couldn’t even answer that because the moment he opens his mouth, the door opens instead. What’s he supposed to do other than to gape like a fish out of water, an expression he’s seen from all the fishes he strung up on his line, when you flounced right in? That hair cannot be natural, Noctis thinks, as he eyes the way light powders pastel purple tresses crowned by roses. Hands from who he thinks is your personal stylist are fussing over the deep wrinkles left by the rippling of your complicated dress, while the bespectacled woman beside you glares at him from behind a clipboard. Petals flaking from your cheek to your collarbone, filigrees cresting your shoulders—unless Photoshop worked in real-time, there’s no way a person would look that unearthly.

The way Prompto’s jaw is hanging tells him that he’s not alone in his thoughts.

Contact lenses are obviously the explanation behind your roseate eyes, there’s no other way he’s going to accept someone else having eyes that pretty. And false eyelashes, the kind that Gladio babbled about when Iris broke his bank wanting to experiment with makeup, yeah, that stuff’s definitely glued someway somehow on your eyelids. It makes sense that an idol’s job is to look pretty because looks sell either way and everyone loves a pretty face, so. Yeah. Noctis doesn’t know where he’s going with his train of thoughts because it’s on the verge of derailing right now, especially when those eyes flit to seek his and the corners of glossy lips curl with a sanguine smile.

You are unhesitant in striding forward to offer him your hand. Confident. Bold. Singsong sweet, the singer you are. “You must be Prince Noctis,” you say, and he’s never known that his name would sound that nice on someone else’s tongue. “Sorry you had to see me like this, I was in the middle of a shoot when you arrived.”

What was he supposed to say at times like this again?

Right, first: The handshake.  

His legs are jelly-filled donuts when he stands and his arms are wet spaghetti. Prompto almost toppled his stool when he gets to his feet to receive your hand after Noctis. “I, ah,” Noctis starts, smooth because they never rehearsed this far? And how is he supposed to be making demands as a prince to an idol? When Prompto’s rapidly zoning into outer space and ascending to Astral realm instead of helping him out right now? “Uh—I. We,” he quickly rectifies the moment the Bespectacled Woman’s dirty look peeps from the rim of her glasses, “we’re here to ask if you’d meet with my friend.”

And here is where he stops, just because your brows stitch together following a quizzical tilt of head.

That stuff only looks cute in anime.

And it doesn’t help that you look 100% anime right now.

A quick darting of your eyes from Noctis to Prompto has your smile deepening. “So that’s him?”

You’re definitely getting the wrong idea here and it’s up to Noctis to save the day by jamming his elbow right in Prompto’s side. An embarrassing yelp that shot Prompto’s soul straight into his body later, the blond’s back in commission with a shaky laugh. “Ha—who, me? N-no, not this Argentum!”

…or maybe not.

Noctis wills himself to stomach Bespectacled Woman’s increasingly incensed glare and tries to remember why he’s doing this in the first place. For his bro. For Ignis Scientia. Best advisor. Birthday. Gotta make it meaningful. Idols. Cute idols. Huge fan. You. Right. “He’s not here right now,” Noctis corrects the misunderstanding as confusion clouds your face, “because we’re trying to keep it a secret. His birthday’s on February 7 and we’re trying to make it a surprise party because he’s a big fan of yours.” At your unrelenting stare, he deflates a little. “He’s, ah, my personal advisor.”

For a second, silence reigns.

“Oh,” you say.

He doesn’t get a chance to consult what ‘oh’ means in Idol-Speak when Bespectacled Woman interjects, “So big of a fan until the prince himself has to abuse his authority and make Diva miss out on Gucci?” And boy, Noctis hates being on the other end of Death Ray shooting from her eyes.  

But you’re quicker to laugh at his honesty, batting the woman on her arm. “It’s okay, Isolde, I got this.” And for him, a mischievous smile replaces your prior confusion as you offer yet another handshake, this time for another reason altogether. “Aite, you’ve got yourself a deal! Let’s make this an epic birthday bash, yeah?”

When things work out far too easily, one should be suspicious.

Noctis, however, chalks it up to good luck when he hears Prompto splitting into a deafening, “Woohoo!” and answers your smile with a grin. The biggest, widest grin he could muster.

Because this is going to be the best birthday party ever.

iv:

This is not the best birthday party.

Ever.

There are tears down your cheeks and you’re choking on your words. Your makeup should’ve been a mess but some part of Noctis is thanking the Astrals that guided your makeup artist to apply waterproof ones, probably out of sheer experience, because he’s never seen anyone bawling this bad before. Whatever Iris had before doesn’t even cut close to this. Fists balled in your skirt, this verbal fisticuff doesn’t even look like it’s coming close to an ending. Even a fear-frozen Prompto’s clutching a gawking Gladio by the bicep and they’re far, far away from the warzone while Noctis is the only idiot brave enough to remain where he first sat.

That is, right in between an eerily silent Ignis and a Diva well underway your waterworks.

“You know well by now that my duty to Prince Noctis cannot be taken lightly,” asserts his Advisor in the calmest, coldest manner that could’ve frosted the entirety of Leide. “I’ve explained it to you time and time again that I’m—“

“You’re the advisor, I get it,” you choke out, “but I wanted a big brother that I could’ve talked to! All you did was to toss me aside like I was—“

“I never tossed you aside,” Ignis rebukes, the hiss of his words coming from thinning lips that is gradually downturned. “I received your calls, I replied to your messages, I listened to mother and father talking about you—“

“I’m always the one who has to do all the texting, calling!” you shriek in a pitch only sopranos could trill. Tears trekking down your cheeks, you are a sobbing, shuddering mess to Noctis’ left, the backs of your hands swiping away teardrops swaying off your jawline. “When did you ever call me!? When did you even bother to say good morning to me!? It’s always me who has to tell you—“

“I have a job,” Ignis retorts, adjusting his glasses from sliding down the bridge of his nose. “If I’m not carrying out my duties as an Advisor, I am at the Citadel attending meetings—“

This is crazy.

He’s going crazy.

In all honesty, he’s never tried watching soap operas for this very same reason: He can’t handle the drama. All the tears, all the angry exchanges, plots doing a backflip from I-love-you-so-much-I-will-die-for-you to I-don’t-love-you-anymore-because-we-are-actually-siblings-separated-at-birth. Galahdan soaps are notorious for pulling the rug under Prompto’s feet and making him drop series faster than his runs. But this? This is another level of drama, one that has Noctis nursing his throbbing temples because who would’ve guessed that said Intergalactic Diva is his Advisor’s little sister? And who would’ve guessed that not only Gladiolus Amicitia has a little sister, Ignis Scientia, too, has a little sister of his own?

Definitely not Noctis.

And definitely not Prompto and Gladio too, judging from how their eyeballs are playing ping-pong with how they’re chasing after Ignis’ accusations, only to have your indignant interruption instead.

While that explains why Ignis hides idol CDs and bought girly magazines, it does a poor job in explaining why he’s caught in a crossfire between the Scientias.

“You hate me,” you spit out, and woah what part of the episode did Noctis miss out? He’s pretty sure he paused on the whole you-never-spent-time-with-me, so how did it end up this way?

Ignis removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched tight with a pain only a brother could feel. “I do not hate you. I’ve never hated you, (y/n), never.”

“You hate me ever since I said I wanted to be an idol,” you sob out an octave lower, reddened eyes stabbing Ignis’ accusatorily. With how your bottom lip is quivering, it’s a wonder how your words manage to come out as a whole, sans stutters. “You said it’s a shameless job, you said they’re just exploiting high schoolers, you said—“

“But I respected your decision—“

“After ma and pa made you—“

“That’s because I was worried about you—“

“And I keep telling you not to worry because you met Isolde and you met Ninian and you met Watanabe—“

“And they are nice people but—“

—yeah, Noctis needs time out here because this sounds like a huge misunderstanding.

He composed a three-second plan and had it executed by standing up slowly and letting the chair drag right behind him across hardwood, letting the painful skrrrrrrrrrrrrrr scream cut off what's left of the argument. And what an epic entry into the fray it is, Noctis thinks. Ignis is riveted by his uncharacteristic boldness and has resorted to clicking his mouth shut. Your sobs don’t stop, but at least your red-eyed red-nosed red-cheeked face wordlessly thanked him for the interruption. From the sidelines, Prompto’s mouthing at him don’t do it Noct don’t get involved in the family feud but Six, Noct needs to straighten things out because technically he’s mildly at fault here for eating up his Advisor’s time by 70% even though it’s Ignis’ job, he thinks you don’t know how much Ignis actually cherishes your journey to idolhood and bought your CDs and magazines, and someone’s gotta eat that delicious two-tiered fondant-frosted cake on the table.

Besides, he’s going to be the King of Lucis, damn it, so what kind of king would he be if he can’t solve a petty squabble between two siblings?

Turning to Ignis, Noctis breathes out. “I got this.”

Ignis does not think he got this. “Noct—“

Turning to you, Noctis snatches a napkin from his armiger and crams it in your hand. “Listen, Iggy doesn’t mean anything bad,” he starts as you’re carefully dabbing your eyes, teeth raking across gloss-sticky lips. “I’m the reason he can’t spend a lot of time with you because it’s his job as my advisor and there’s no helping it.” This is where Ignis makes an indignant noise and tries to cut in, but Noctis warp-strikes to his next sentence. “—And that part where you said Specs doesn’t care about you? You’re wrong. He bought a magazine with you on the cover. He even had your CD in his car.”

Ignis makes another noise that sounds torn between vehement denial and dying embarrassment. “Noct—“

Prompto, the greatest wingman in every GTA heist they pulled off, nods so rapidly in his corner until he looks like he’s having a seizure. “Yeah—no, seriously, he did,” he convinces you when you turn disbelieving eyes at him, napkin crumpling under fancy nails. “And I saw him going on Amazon trying to get all your limited edition albums. Five times.”

“Oh Gods,” Ignis chokes out, burning an interesting shade that contrasts with his hair. “Prompto—“

“And we didn’t know that Ignis had a sibling because if we knew that Iggy had a little sis, we would’ve made him spend more time at home,” Gladio asserts, leaving his seat. “I know how ya feel because I’ve got a lil’ sister too. She calls me and texts me and nags me all the time if I don’t spend at least a weekend with her. Don’t get me wrong,” he adds when you turn sullen, putting up a hand to stop whatever retort you prepared, “I appreciate it when she does things like that for me. Sure, it gets annoying when I get nagged for missing movie night, but she’s my little sister and I got nobody else to protect except for this scrawny ass prince we have here.”

Noctis balks at the jab aimed specifically for him, fighting off the heat burning up his cheeks. “Shut up. You’re missing the point.”

“—a-anyway, the point here is that Iggy really cares for you even when you think he doesn’t!” Prompto crows when you look like you traded your sullen expression for a wobbling lower lip and eyes flooding with fresh tears. “We swear this is probably just a huge misunderstanding and we can probably talk this out to fix it! Right, Ignis?”

Such bros they are, never once allowing Ignis to shoulder the blame alone. Always we and never him.

Ignis looks like he has half the mind to surrender to the Astrals’ machinations hell bent on messing up his birthday—only, everything comes to a stop when you sniff. A loud sniff. And erupt into the biggest bawling session ever, dashing straight to Ignis’ arms. His poor Advisor gets his life squeezed out of him, smothered in his little sister’s death grip, but Noctis knows the glassy sheen in his green eyes isn’t a trick of light.  

Noctis clicks his mouth shut and eyeballs Prompto and Gladio, who’re trading self-satisfied smirks between the three. Sure, maybe you’re crying harder than Iris when she got ratted out at the Citadel, and sure, the sounds are hideous like a behemoth’s mating cry, but it’s a job well done for all of them.

All’s well ends well.

v:

It is much later on, when you’ve dried your tears and Ignis changed out of a tear-streaked snot-soaked shirt, that they’re all gathered round the dining table with party poppers readied and candles glowing. That delicious two-tiered fondant-frosted cake dips under Ignis’ plastic knife and, under a shower of glitter paper and confetti, Noctis plates the first slice for the man of the hour. Turning 22 is hard work for Ignis who’s probably grown up feeling like he’s 30 all the time, and his Advisor probably deserves a medal of honour from the king for putting up with Noctis all the time, but this?

Eating cake together with his friends?

And having solved the sibling squabble between an attention-starved little sister and her excessively diligent big brother?

This is the closest he could get, he guesses.

one:

They’re crowding around him again.

“It must be nice being the prince! I bet you can do whatever you want!”

“So how many servants do you have? Ten? A hundred?”

“Noooo, it must be a thousand!”

Noctis Lucis Caelum, the name of the prince who stole your brother. Iggie was promised to the prince ever since he turned eight, and stopped being eight at that moment. For a boy who stole Iggie, he doesn’t look special. Sullen and withdrawn, cherub cheeks and choppy bangs. Hardly a word passing his lips as though nobody is deserving of his voice. You know, because you sit right beside him in class. Always staring at the skies as though the Astrals spoke to him in tones a human can’t, the prince surely daydreams of things only a prince could daydream about. Living in the grand Citadel with a hundred—no, a thousand helping hands, and your brother is simply one of his faceless servants.

You do not know if you detest him for stealing Iggie away or if you envy him instead.

Because he gets to spend more time with Iggie than you ever did.

two:

This is a memory you removed from your treasure box, a careful hand dusting over the grime caking the frame. It is a class picture of all the first graders, bobbed haircuts and flushed skin from sitting under a sun, trying to stare into the camera as sunlight flares off its lens. Arranged from left to right in the first row: Asuka and Sheryl are inseparable from the start; Ben, Jonathan, and Yukio are the rascals always running down the hallways when the teacher says not to; your homeroom teacher, Madam Maria, who teaches maths before lunch; crybaby Aina who doesn’t like eating alone; fraternal twins, Rebecca and Junior are always holding hands; Noctis and you, two seemingly unrelated people who are, in all actuality, related to each other by way of Ignis Scientia.

Even as you take a closer look at the yellowing photograph curling around the edges, you still don’t know what Noctis is thinking about.

Does he know about you?

Does he know about your existence?

What about your family name? Surely he’s noticed it?

If so, will he finally relate you to your brother?

Will he finally notice you?

And will he finally return Iggie to you?

three:

Mother packed your lunch today; your favourites, rice with heart-shaped sprinkles in pink, deep-fried chicken, egg mayo salad, and steamed crab cakes. Here, you are swinging your legs, chopsticks picking off one treat after another. Asuka and Sheryl are giggling from the corner of the classroom, trading side dishes like sisters from the same womb. Aina’s gone ahead and joined Rebecca and Junior at their tables, dragging her chair over with a ringing scratch over the tiles. Somewhere outside the class, on the field below, the boys are immersed in a quick football game and trying to outdo each other for the qualifiers next week. They’ll surely come back into class later, reeking of salty sweat in this humid summer, which makes you bite into your crab cake a bit harder.

At least they have friends, you think.

At least they’re not alone, you think.

Not lonely like me, you think.

Is the prince capable of feeling loneliness like you do?

Of course not.

He always has your brother with you.

Always.

NOTES:

first off: if you feel you aint cute, you cute af. You cute as all hells in this fic. Believe in yourself you a cutie patootie 2019!

secondly: we’re going to be dealing with a lot of body image & skin problems & self-esteem issues in this fic, so that’s a heads up.

thirdly: HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY IGNIS SCIENTIA!

Chapter 2: What ‘bout My Star?

Someone stands before Noctis, and it’s not his bespectacled Advisor brooding on his tendency to sleep in, which is truly unbecoming for a prince. It’s a girl, veiled by an anti-pollen face mask, wearing the roundest pair of hipster glasses he’s ever seen. Nondescript snapback, shirt and acid wash jeans—what is this, why does he feel oddly scrutinized under her eyes and why does she even look at him that way?

Noctis blinks in hopes of clearing the mirage, fails to find an explanation, and affords a minute of silence before going, “Uh?”

For a moment, he thinks she’s smiling—her eyes crinkle upwards, but when it comes, it shakes the breath out of him. “Morning, Noctis. Diva here.”

It, meaning your imaginary punch to his solar plexus.

#noctis x reader #noctis/reader #Noctis Lucis Caelum #ffxv #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv fanfic #fanfic #my little sister #ignis scientia #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #happy birthday ignis! #man this fic is long overdue #if you think this fic is shits and giggles #man yall are gonna hate me

[silvahscientiah]

Any thoughts on Iggy? Just random nonsensical Iggy ramblings?

Ugh I love him

I think about bathing a lot BUT NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY because bathing is not inherently sexual and I’ve never really thought of it as such

I feel like, when given the chance, Ignis’ main hobby is just taking a bath, drinking some fine red wine, and listening to metal

one time Gladiolus barged in thinking it was Noctis (who was supposedly out with Prompto) because of the music and Ignis was like “do you mind?” and Gladiolus is too afraid of Ig’s wrath to talk about it

If he has to shower or bathe he always wears swim trunks cause one time there was an emergency when he was bathing and he responded slowly because he had to get dressed so now he bathes in his swimsuit and just fuckin books it down the hall shirtless and soaking wet so nobody calls Ignis during his usual bathing hours unless it’s an emergency

One time Ignis got stabbed in the leg getting out of the bath and only had a loofa to stop the arterial bleeding with cause he couldn’t move cause he would’ve bled out and he nearly died and was very angry about it

The first time he killed someone was with a wine stopper and it was to protect Noctis and he still has nightmares about it (because he was shot in the abdomen during the incident and nearly bled out by the time someone realized something was wrong) and he was only like fifteen

Ignis has had the most near-death experiences out of all of the chocobros

Self sacrifice thy name is Ignis

I think Ignis likes to diffuse essential oils in his house, especially sylleblossom (it would probably exist) because it reminds him of his childhood

[fujubun]

its so funny to see the other various iggys I follow actually doing things or like doing things together and then there’s me, in my own bubble, rambling about random nonsense ( which tonight is homes, home decor, and plants )

#me laughing: and ya'll say I'm quality #⟣⇢ Out of Character Posts #⟣⇢ To Be Deleted #I'm havin fun tho and nobody seems to mind so its all good

[because-i-say-so]

I played a touch of Episode Ignis today.

I know I’m not going in “order” with all the episodes, but I think I felt most in the dark not knowing why and how Iggy ended up blind in the main story. Curiosity got the best of me. 🤷‍♀️

I only played the first 10 minutes or so. (Because I need to be a responsible adult and work at 7am tomorrow. Ugh, responsibilities.)

Holy shit this dude is a complete BADASS. 🤩 He’s smooth as fuck, graceful as fuck, tactical as fuck, and just... I kind of love playing as him. I feel like the controls are a little bit smoother in combat. Plus, I always enjoy playing as dual-wielding characters.

I may have squeaked (yes, squeaked not squealed) when I saw he could swim. And the messy hair post-first-swim. Yeah, that totally didn’t distract the fuck out of me. 😏

I can’t wait to actually get into his episode. It has so much promise.

I’m also certain Iggy missed his calling to become an Assassin. I mean, if he wasn’t Noctis’s Royal Advisor, I could totally see him as one. Heh. (Come on, rooftop vantage points for a tactical view, a hook shot, dual wielding daggers, can find weaknesses... tell me I’m not the only one who thought this??? That being said, I am sorely disappointed I missed the Assassin’s Festival to see the boys in Bayek’s Medjay outfit.)

Okay I need to stop rambling nonsense and go to bed.

Happy Birthday Iggy. 😘

#ffxv #episode ignis #ignis scientia #happy birthday iggy #i need to make assassin!iggy a reality #he can spar with amunet #and get his ass handed to him #my brain thinks of stupid shit when i’m tired

[yoitssabrinee]

amethystical warmth

Doing a fic trade with @swords-light! :D I’m sorry if this isn’t much, dear; I’m just trying to polish my (stupidly underleveled) writing skills so, uh, have this disastrous attempt at fluff--

Also the title is purely coincidental and has no relation to the topic of the fic so forgive me

Ignis Scientia x GN!Reader

That was probably the fifth batch of muffins you’ve burnt today.

           It wasn’t like you were losing concentration—no, it was more like you were too focused on mixing the batter, weighing the sugar, counting each chocolate chip and wondering if you should put half the can of condensed milk or the whole of it, and… yeah, maybe you were losing concentration.

           It didn’t help the fact that the clock was slowly, but surely, ticking away, and you know that you have less than thirty minutes before he comes home.

           Glowering at the blackened surface of what was no longer food material, you threw the batch into the dry bin, set about cleaning the countertop and figuring out how to rid the acrid smell from the kitchen in case he became suspicious.

           This was supposed to be a special day, dammit.

           Well, not really entirely special. You wanted to surprise him; you wanted to make him feel as happy as he made you on a daily basis, despite him saying that his job was just as, if not a bit more, important to him and still kept him away from you most days. Still, you were appreciative of everything he did for you, of all the gifts and meals he made for you, and why couldn’t you think of a good goddamn idea to repay him for once for Six’s sake—

           Wiping away the last sooty spot on the counter, you spritz a sprinkle of lavender-scented air perfume into the kitchen before making your way to the living room, already thinking about ordering takeout and hoping they would make the delivery as fast as fifteen minutes would enable them.

           Then, just as you were about to reach the receiver, the door clicked open, and in came the love of your life, umbrella in hand, plastic bags in the other, and soaked to the bone.

           You felt your mouth drop. You haven’t heard any thunder reverberating through the house the whole time you had been baking and trying to cook, but the condition of his wet suit, the way his previously well-groomed hair plastered to his forehead, the way drops were dripping off of every inch of him and sticking on that toned body of his… well, no time to think. You immediately went to fetch the oversized towel you had insisted he bought the week before, and went to him.

           “I’m home, love,” he said, casting you a small smile, though you took note of the silent shivers wracking his body. “Apologies that I was a bit early today. I wanted to surprise you.”

           “Oh, Iggy,” you crooned, taking off his glasses and placing it on the shoe rack before wrapping the towel around his figure; he gripped at the fluffy, comforting material with an appreciative grip. “You should’ve called me… you know how far this place is from the parking lot.”

           He smiled that smile that you have so come to love, and you decided to escape his burning gaze by taking the bags out of his hands and placing them on the kitchen. But by the time you returned to him, still standing in the hall, he was sniffing the air, brows creased in confusion. “Was there something burning, my love?”

           Immediately the flush that was on your face while you were cooking returned to you, colouring your cheeks in a pinkish hue that made him narrow his eyes at you. “Was there? Uh, maybe?” you said, voice sheepish and a little pitched at the edges. You nearly squeaked when he further narrowed those eyes at you, and you knew you were about to enter one of his lecture modes.

           “Darling…”

           “I know!” you cut him off, stammering as your arms flailed around to emphasize yourself. “I know, I just… I just wanted to help, you know… I wanted—to make something special for you and you don’t have to be the one to cook every time you come home because you were tired and I don’t want to be a burden to you because I do know how to cook just not as good as you do and I—“

           Before you could go on with what would be a five-minute nonsensical rambling, you felt warmth on your lips.

           Or, precisely, the warmth of his lips on your own.

           Even though the rest of him felt cold as ice.

           Pulling away, you rested your forehead on his, basking in the presence that was Ignis—the one whom you’d gladly, happily, call your own—even though your skin screamed at you because of how cold Ignis’ was on it. But you didn’t care.

           You just wanted to feel him.

           After a while, you both pulled away, grins on your lips as his still-gloved fingers traced shapes on your hips, his expression reverent and peaceful you just wanted to kiss them off just to see if he could, at least, make that nice flushing face at your expense. Not like you’ve never seen him blush but… well.

           You grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the direction of the bathroom, a coy smirk playing at your lips. “Come on, handsome,” you said. “Let’s get those wet stuff off your back, alright? I’ll start dinner—“

           He silenced you with yet another kiss, pulling away just a tad so you could feel his mint-scented breath on your nose. “If I could be so bold… would you care to join me? I would feel—extra—cold, if you aren’t there, soaking in the tub, with me.”

           In response, you leaned forward to nip at his cheek, relishing in the way his cheeks colored just slightly at your ministration. “So forward,” you crooned, then made to tug your—equally wet now—shirt off yourself, then fingered the buttons on his fine shirt, eyes looking up to lock with his playfully. “Are you going to undress now or should I just do it for you?”

           He dropped the towel, and his jacket soon followed, and before long you were silently gulping at the way he slipped the buttons out of their loops, one by one, revealing skin that you had memorized over the months you’ve been with him but still made you feel somewhat…strange. The good kind of strange, of course.

           You took in a deep breath, then stepped backward into the brightly lit bath, one finger beckoning him to join you.

           He dropped his pants before he followed you inside like a puppy to a bone, and then the door closed behind him, silencing the sound of shower and water filling the bath.

           At least, you’d have him to yourself for the rest of the night.

#i wrote this #under one hour #!!!! #forgive me #for being shitty #at writing #ignis #ignis scientia x reader #final fantasy xv #ffxv #ffxv fanfiction #final fantasy xv fanfiction #ignis scientia #ignis stupeo scientia

[iggysmice]

#walrus vs fairy #iggy rambles nonsense #tumblr polls

[meldacio]

20 SOME followers I’d like to know better

Tagged by: Stolen from: @arachnexdragoon Tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to. i’m supposed to be finishing a reply in an rp and working on aesthetics and playing comrades, so naturally i’m doing this instead.

Name/Nickname: Katy, but ya can call me whatevs Gender: lady, y’all Height: 5′9″. i am tall, y’all. Hogwarts House: pottermore says ravenclaw but my hear with alway be a hufflepuff. Favorite Animal: i dunno. all??? i’m feelin’ sealions lately. water dogs, ya know? Hours of Sleep: i get 4 hours or i get 10. there is no healthy inbetween. Dogs or Cats: both! both are good. (i have a dog and a cat. i can’t choose!) Number of Blankets: at least 3. Dream Trip:  honestly, i just wanna go to like disneyland or something. ya know, escape this nonsense reality i am currently living in? Dream Job: i dunno. i used to say writer, but honestly just like..put me in charge of the social media for like denny’s or something. Time: central us time Birthday: february! almost birthday twins with iggy. almost. Favorite Bands: i have trash taste in music?? uh, p!atd cause they’ve been with me through it all. my constant. uh, sleeping at last is cool? i think thats just one dude. shit. er… the front bottoms? the killers?? Favorite Solo Artist: i got kesha on repeat currently. rainbow is such a good healing album. Song stuck In My Head: “mars” by sleeping at last (cause i mentioned him earlier…) Last Movie I Watched: kingsglaive. like 3 weeks ago.

Last Show I watched: stranger things 2.  When did I create my Blog: august, i believe. i am a young blog. What do I post/Reblog: aesthetics and ffxv stuff with the occasional personal rambling. Last thing I Googled: how long an unopened bottle of whiskey would last. Why I chose My URL: cause i love meldacio hunter hq and hunters in general?? i was delighted it was available without having to get too long or creative about it. Original intent: to keep my fandom reblogs mostly free of my mainblog’s nonsense. Other Blogs: my personal blog, @katycoulson, if your interested or confused who’s lurking in your likes or ask box. i also have an abandoned anime aesthetic blog that has one really popular aesthetic that likes to haunt me occasionally.

Following: hard to say cause it’s a side blog and i’m following like 300+ on my main. probably around 100, though. Followers: 38 Lucky number: 27 is a good number. i dunno?  Favorite Instrument: ukulele! i think they’re plucky. What am I wearing: uh, shorts and a tank top cause seasons don’t exist in texas. only hot. always hot. Nationality: texas, y’all. (texas ain’t a country.) t e x a s ,  y ‘ a l l Favorite Song: ugh. currently feeling “finding you” by kesha. this’ll change multiple times before the end of the day, let’s be real. Last Book I Read: uh, i reread the hawkeye graphic novel series by fraction recently? mostly it’s fanfic though. cause i don’t have the time or energy to invest in novels at the moment… Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like to Join: harry potter, for sure. uh, some pretty guardian nonsense as long as i get magical transformation powers. and, sure, let’s go on and jump into ffxv ‘verse. world in utter darkness and monsters? bring it. still better than this mess my country has thrown it’s self into…

#personal #text post #will queue stand by me

[chocobroobsession]

The Red String - Chapter 1

Author’s Note: So here’s the soulmate(ish) AU no one asked for. I’ve read so many good soulmate fics for FFXV and they inspired me to write my own. Rather than go with soulmate markings, though, I went with the “red string of fate” tale. I first heard about it from the anime Yu Yu Hakusho years ago. It’s funny that I’d remember that after all this time, but I took that idea and ran with it.

This is about Ignis (my one and only), but it features Prompto and Gladio quite a bit throughout the chapters (mainly Prompto, my 2nd fave). So yeah, I’ll quit rambling. My first ever multi-chapter fic featuring my one and only OC. Ignis x fem!OC. 1079 words. 

Chapter Masterlist

Ignis Scientia was a practical, logical man. He took his role as Prince Noctis’s adviser very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that he neglected to have much of a life outside of the prince. The guys always teased him about his lack of a love life, asking if he was just disinterested or secretly awaiting for fate to intervene. He always assured them that he just didn’t have time to think about love and that he was perfectly content with his life at the present moment. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure about having a life outside of his duties. He knew his friend wouldn’t begrudge him some personal time to himself or to a lover, but he didn’t think it was necessary. He didn’t place much stock in fate or destiny when it came to love either. He believed that there was a greater purpose in life and that the Astrals had a plan for humanity, but they probably had more important things to think about besides who he should fall in love with.

One day in particular when Gladio and Prompto were teasing him while on their way to the Citadel, Ignis reminisced back to a day from his youth in grade school when the teacher decided to indulge the students in some fun, thus taking a break from all of the rigorous studying and testing.

“Tell us a story!” One child piped up. Ignis rolled his eyes and lightly scoffed. The stories the other kids were into were always so juvenile and boring. Hardly any of the stories he had heard so far had piqued his interest.

“Okay,” said the teacher. “How about I tell you the story of the red string of fate?”

The class cheered in unison; Ignis rolled his eyes yet again. At this rate, he’d pull an ocular muscle. He buried his nose back in his book, determined not to pay attention.

The teacher shushed the class and began her story; the students sat silently, listening attentively. “It is said that each and every human has a person they are destined to spend their lives with. A soulmate, that is. The Astrals have bound them together with what most call the “red string of fate”. Each person has a red string tied around their pinky fingers. The other end of the string is tied to the pinky finger of their soulmate. No matter where they are, no matter what they are doing, their futures are intertwined. When their paths cross, the string pulls them closer together until it wraps around them, tying them together forever. One cannot deny the allure of a soulmate because he or she is their perfect match in every way possible. Though your string may get tangled or dirty or strewn about all over the globe, you will never separate from your soulmate and you will always find a way to come together.”

The class oohed and ahhed and chatted animatedly about who they thought their soulmates might be and how they’d go looking for them someday. Ignis sulked in his chair. Though he hadn’t planned on listening, the story engrossed him just as it did every other child in the room. He was furious with himself. “What a stupid idea,” he mumbled to himself. There’s more to life than just finding a soulmate. There are much greater things at stake in life.

Back in the present, now that he was in his early twenties and joking with his friends about finding love, the story was beginning to resonate with him. Why though? It was ridiculous to think that people were tied together in such ways. Maybe a small piece of him did want to believe in nonsense in order to escape reality. It would be nice to have someone to love and grow old with one day, but it’s not like that could happen for him anytime soon. His schedule was constantly booked. Besides, what made him special enough for the Astrals to intervene on his behalf?

“Have either of you fellows ever heard the “red string of fate” story? About how the Astrals have us all tied to our soulmates by a red string on our pinky fingers?” he inquired of his friends.

“Ha, of course I have! Dude, I would kill to actually have a soulmate. To be bound to someone who is perfect for me in every way possible. Though I really don’t see that as a possibility for me so far,” Prompto suddenly looked thoughtful and almost sad.

“Hmph,” Gladio grumbled. “He’s only saying that because in high school, none of the girls felt inexplicably drawn to him. Think maybe your clumsiness got your string cut ages ago?” he chided Prompto.

“Hey, that’s not funny!” Prompto flushed scarlet. “And what, you think each of the Astrals gave you a string for each finger? Is that why you hook up with so many women?”

“Hey, green doesn’t look good on you, man” Gladio chuckled. Prompto playfully smacked the lumbering man on the bicep who retaliated by grabbing the blonde in a headlock and ruffling his hair.

“Hey, it took me forever to fix that! Now I’ll have to get more gel out!” Prompto whined.

“Gentlemen,” Ignis sighed. “I was being serious.”

“Ah, I don’t believe any of those stories, Iggy.” Gladio stated. “We’re all just thrown into this life by the Astrals for their own amusement. If we manage to stumble around and find happiness, then we’ve got it made. Whether that happiness involves a lover or not is up to each of us.”

“Yeah, I mean, I have always wanted to find someone and settle down one day and have a family, but I don’t really think I’m destined for any particular person. It’s something you have to try out and work for,” Prompto added. “Why, do you believe in soulmates or something?”

Ignis flushed momentarily before regaining his composure. “Of course not, Prompto! I was just merely remembering the story and I found it odd and boring as a child. I didn’t actually believe it.”

“Oh, good. For a second there, Specs, I thought you’d lost your mind.” Gladio teased. He clapped his friend on the back and the trio began walking towards the Citadel to meet up with Noctis. Though Ignis laughed the whole situation off, he found his mind wondering back to the story and couldn’t help but picture a red string trailing behind him. Where it led, though, he knew not.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #ffxv fanfiction #soulmate AU #ignis x oc #ignis scientia #ignis stupeo scientia #the red string #prompto argentum #gladio amicitia

[thesinglesjukebox]

KATY PERRY FT. MIGOS - BON APPETIT [3.53] In which the Jukebox is told it's not getting any dessert until it's finished its Monday singles...

Rachel Bowles: Musing about cunnilingus is the finest thing a person can do, if she's good at it. Narrowed down to just vagina-as-food songs, Perry's extended mixed-metaphor is still easily outclassed, even by Iggy Azalea. As evidenced in this list, cunnilingus anthems have been largely pioneered and perfected by Black women (Janet Jackson, Lil Kim, TLC, etc.) those with the double curse of misogynoir proudly contradicting the patriarchal capitalist message that vaginas are disgusting and only for fucking. A good cunnilingus song makes women high five on dance floors, feel sexy and genuinely empowered. Personally, I prefer obscene instructional songs (Khia, "My Neck, My Back") over those with faux-coquettish metaphor (Christina Aguilera ft. Nicki Minaj, "Woohoo") but in Blow, Beyonce found the perfect balance: sexy imagery with a direct order, delivered with female solidarity in the echoed "Turn that cherry out!" "Got me spread like a buffet" to some generic summer EDM synths just doesn't compare. [3]

Iain Mew: Weird to hear a Katy Perry single where the lyrical issue isn't awkwardly cramming in sexual references, so much as incoherence as a result of failing to properly commit to the obvious cunnilingus angle. The low-key sweetness of the production and her restraint still makes it a better listen than most, and the two note-four note hop-skip in the chorus works even better than it did in Anne-Marie's "Ciao Adios." [6]

Katherine St Asaph: Christ, without Bonnie McKee's involvement Katy Perry really does go right back to One of the Boys leftovers with an Anne-Marie melody. In a just world, such a demonstration of value over replacement songwriter would earn McKee something, like maybe, I don't know, sales. In this one we get midtempo blahs I guess are supposed to signify sexiness, a cursory Migos feature fresh off their Capitol signing, and likely not even a hit to show for it. [2]

Danilo Bortoli: Fabricating hatred has never been easier in 2017. "Bon Appetit" might have received all the negative press it deserves, but that happened for all the wrong reasons. Over time, however, consensus was formed: this is the most soulless Katy has been in years. Nothing works. Migos are out of place here (as a solo version proves). And, of course, the track seems like the result of a pun contest's last place entry (apparently, this is a real and tasteless thing). No joke intended -- but the song itself, that is. [2]

Alfred Soto: "Five-star Michelin," eh? I'll say this about Katy's latest amuse-bouche: it follows through on its conceit. Confirming their A-list status, Migos gets relegated to muttered quavering non-entities. [5]

Scott Mildenhall: You might feel differently, but Katy Perry singing "got me spread like a buffet" just has to be one of the worst musical moments of the year so far. As extended metaphors go, this one is executed very badly. "Table for two... I'm on the menu" -- is she advocating autocannibalism? "Bon Appetit" has the ridiculousness of Perry's worst, most affectedly wacky singles, yet sounds like it's being played with a straight face, and that's quite a weird place to be. The shimmering production is enjoyable, but the words are so egregious that they're hard to ignore. [4]

Cassy Gress: This is arguably the least sexy sex song I've ever heard. Katy Perry is singing through an A/C window unit, the song just rocks back and forth between B♭ minor and B major with no resolution, Migos stops by and contributes virtually nothing, and it's a bit too close to "GOBBLE GOBBLE" for comfort for me. It manages to come off as clinical despite never explicitly referencing sex; I know I'm sort of squeamish about sex talk, but blugh. I'd rather listen to "Touch It." [1]

William John: Katy Perry whispering unsexy, overwrought metaphors over boilerplate house reads poorly as a primer, but remains a more tantalising proposition than faded xeroxes of 80s synthpop with vacant "let's save the world" platitudes. A few extra marks for the intermittent whoops, which nod reverently to Crazy Cousins' classic "Inflation" (at least in my head) and Migos, who may have phoned in their guest spot but deliver it lithely nonetheless. [5]

Katie Gill: Turns out "Chained to the Rhythm" was just a fluke! No, Katy Perry's going to continue to make songs about sex with dumb metaphors stretched to high heaven, warped into near unrecognition. It's an even tackier version of "Birthday", where the best thing is the Migos break and the worst thing is the impossibly tacky dancehall stylings. Possibly the most interesting thing about this song is the cannibalistic implications -- "I'm on the menu"? Really? -- which has the potential to be thought provoking, so of course that means Perry's going to ignore it. [3]

Joshua Copperman: Between "lemiteiku" and "the worldsbestcherryPIe", this melodic math was a bit miscalculated. And that's before the chorus, which is possibly the worst Katy Perry melody ever, even counting "This Is How We Do". Unusual for Max Martin, as far as I can tell, the chord progression is limited to B♭m-B the whole way through -- apparently they couldn't even be bothered to use four chords. Migos' verses aren't bad, and I smiled at "appetite for seduction," but those are all the positives I could think of for this half-assed song that makes me wish a portmanteau of somnambulance and cannibalism was possible (somnamibalism?). I assumed that "Bon Appetit" would grow on me over the summer, but as it's currently flopping after just one week of existence, I'll never even get the opportunity to hate-then-enjoy it. [3]

Will Adams: Against my better judgment, I clicked on the Tasty video in which Katy Perry prepares the "world's best cherry pie" (take: this is an impossible task because there's no such thing as a cherry pie that's anything but gross). But my regret soon turned into high enjoyment as I listened to Katy ramble incoherently in some misguided attempt to create a Genius annotation live. As with "Chained to the Rhythm," there's so much effort to legitimize the nonsense pouring out of her mouth: 1. She claims there are "easter eggs" in the lyrics; I think she just means euphemisms. 2. What the hell kind of songs has she heard where "cherry pie" was not sexualized? 3. That she's trying to connect this to the cherry Chapstick in "I Kissed a Girl" shows she still hasn't realized she should probably disown that song. It's all so tiresome; "Birthday" worked because it leaned into the cheesiness, but "Bon Appetit" goes serious with its Cobb salad of food-based innuendo, a concept I've rarely heard executed well. Fold in some perfunctory Migos, overdress with the entire world's supply of reverb, and... oh fuck, now I'm doing it. [4]

Anthony Easton: I adore the gossip about Perry's fighting around her new aesthetic with the label, who apparently is worried about sales. I have no idea if this will revive her fortunes; it's not quite anonymous, but it pushes her against Migos, and Migos wins -- working against each other, doubling down on a cryptic chorus, becoming very close to being a hook singer. It's not sexy, even if it is about sex, and this kind of disembodied paen to the abstract idea of desire complicates Perry's previous perceptions. It's not quite a meal, but it does seem to have that vague whiff of nausea after eating too much candy. [8]

Thomas Inskeep: I guess, seeing that "woke Katy" didn't exactly burn up the charts, her camp/label/some-combo-thereof decided "we better go back to the clumsy sex songs, fast!" Because, you know, nothing's sexier than hearing someone say they're "spread like a buffet." (Pardon me while I throw up a little in my mouth.) I'm sad to hear Migos doing a clear cash-in bridge rap here, because they're so much better than this. Max Martin and Shellback's track isn't bad, but it's sonically awfully slight. Ironic to hear Perry saying "bon appetit," because there's no major pop star whose music I find less appetizing. [1]

Edward Okulicz: Pop stars get hot but they don't stay hot forever, and if this uninteresting ode to Katy Perry's vagina returns her to the top spot, then there is no explanation other than massive amounts of payola and a bunch of Capitol Records interns doing nothing but stream this 24 hours a day. I couldn't last 24 minutes of the title's non-punchline squeezed, against the laws of nature, into this non-chorus. [2]

Jonathan Bradley: I have a Spotify playlist of Katy Perry songs that runs for about 50 minutes. That's not an extensive running time for a ten year long career, but it contains some songs that are very good and some songs that are very stupid and also some songs that are very good and very stupid at the same time. Perry has had five songs off a single album reach the top of the Billboard Hot 100 -- as well as a sixth from a re-issued version. She's been risible and racist and homophobic and "woke" and "inspirational" and fantastic, and even birthed a meme from her Super Bowl performance, but on "Bon Appetit," she's nothing. This is a public-domain club groove and a Migos verse that couldn't deliver the rap group unto dance even as effectively as Calvin Harris did. If, immediately after "Ur So Gay" dropped, someone time-travelled to 2017, could you convince them off the strength of this single that, in the interim decade, Katy Perry had been one of America's biggest pop stars? [4]

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#Katy Perry #Migos

[healsinheelsx]

The start of something beautiful II

Ignis gave a quick glance out of the corner of his eye at the Dragoon. She was attractive, fairly intelligent, a bit too brazen in combat for his preferences. Gladiolus and Noctis alone were going to drive him into Old Age before he was thirty if they didn’t learn to slow down. At least Prompto had the sense of mind to not rush headlong into danger at every possible opportunity that arose. Worst of all he couldn’t quite glean her true intentions, for now she at least seemed to be on their side or at the very least not opposed to their goals. Which was good as she was far too dangerous to have as an enemy again, not that he wasn’t certain they could defeat her should the need arise it was still an unnecessary risk as far as he cared.

Scrubbing the dishes with a meticulous almost obsessive need to get them cleaned. The same way he approached all of his duties, with his full concentration and ability. Giving her another glance as she started helping him out with the dishes, the assistance was appreciated but proper etiquette did insist she go relax. Smiling a bit at the compliment to his cooking skills, he did take a deal of pride in his culinary skills. “Thank you Lady Highwind, regrettably I must confess that my skill in the Culinary Arts are not at their finest while utilizing camping equipment. I dream of having access to a real kitchen once more and actually having spices and seasonings equal to the caliber of the guests I’m serving.” Placing a gauntlet covered hand on her armored hip, her steel gaze watched him with interest as he only partially accepted her compliment. “Ignis, first off.. You do not have to be so formal with this Lady Highwind nonsense. We are equals, partners if you will.. Secondly, you really are too hard on yourself.. The food was seasoned well and the taste was phenomenal. I myself as truly surprised you do not have some of the locals coming over to ask you what you are serving with how delicious it smelled. But if you insist this is not your best work then I hope to look forward to maybe eating what you consider your culinary masterpiece in the future.” Her ambrosial tiers parted as she gave him a slightly flirtatious smirk as she gently took a newly cleaned dish from his hands, purposely brushing a bare finger over his exposed fingertip. Carefully she dried the dinnerware and set it off to the side; starting a neat stack of plates and bowls that were ready to be packed up.  Glancing up at the sky, she was reminded how late it actually was but the view at this hour was simply immaculate. The moon so big and bright above them accentuated by the twinkling stars around them, the view was something to behold as it also reflected in the waters along the shore at the Galdin Quay. The evening air held a soft chill as the tide splashed against the sand, sending a shiver up her spine even from where they stood at the campsite. It was quiet around them, the only audible sounds were a few visitors walking along the pier to the restaurant that never closed. Something inside Aranea, an itch if you will tugged at her with an idea since the rest of the royal party had already laid down to sleep for the evening. Slowly she set down the rag she had been using to dry the dishes, moving her hands to the plated armor of her shoulders and unhooking it from her form as she set them down next to her lance and helmet, next came the sashes that hung from her back and finally her gauntlets; leaving her with a more casual appearance if you could call it that with her leather bustier and matching pants. With a glint in her eye, she turned back to him; taking the remainder of cookware from his grasp, “Let’s.. take a break and go wander along the pier. You need a chance to relax without having the Prince to worry about. What do you say? Take a chance with me?” She held out a hand to him, her head cocked to the side just slightly as she invited him to be a little more carefree with himself. Fortunately there wasn’t an incredible amount to wash. Five plates, five forks, five knifes, five cups. Frying Pan and Pot. And with her drying they were pretty much done. Just the pot and pan left at this point. She would actually win a small smirk from his lips with the list of things she was going down. “Lady Highwind I refuse to ever abandon proper decorum and etiquette. I am a member of Prince Noctis’s Crownsguard, I would be remiss in my station and duties were I to lay such things by the wayside,” His eyes would scan over the over ocean, unlike Aranea he wasn’t exactly soaking in the view as much as he was looking for possible threats and the incoming weather. Looking for possible escape routes should enemy forces arrive or demons emerge. It was hard for him to ever turn it off and just look at things like a normal person. Noting as she took off her armor, various scenarios flashed through his mind as to the reason but after about a second he concluded she merely wished to be more comfortable, which was a good sign she was beginning to feel that way around their merry little band. Sighing a little as she insisted on a break, not a heavy sigh but a slightly amused one. Taking the offered hand in his gently. “Very well then, but not too long of a break. If the children discover I am gone anarchy will reign and I’m afraid that Prompto might try cooking again…had to buy brand new pots after that.” Her lips pursed as he spoke of her with such a formal address once again, completely blowing off the fact that she had just asked him not and continued to ramble on about his Royal duties as a baby-sitter to the troublesome Prince. “This guy is going to be gray and old by time he’s my age if he keeps this up.” Her thoughts matched the look on her face as he only offered a slight smirk to her statement. In that moment she realized the Royal chef was going to be a hard one to sway of his ways, he was lucky she found him to be of a handsome, desirable nature otherwise she wouldn’t be quite putting this much effort into breaking his habits. Aranea still pressed the issue though as she watched him look outwards at the view beyond the ocean, the concentration on his face showed he was clearly not interested in how lovely the view was; the look spoke numbers as he was scanning the surroundings for trouble. Being along the ocean, the worst they could run into was the Giant Rubyshears that roamed the sands on occasion. Those compared to the Daemons that stocked the night were nothing. Thankfully though, there was enough light surrounding the resort that they were safe to sight-see so to speak along the coast and the options the lovely Hotel, Spa, and restaurant offered.  Finally it seemed he was willing to just let go as he allowed the Dragoon to take the pan from his grasp and set it off to the side only half-way washed. If anything one of the boys could clean up the rest of the way in the morning. After extending her open hand to him, he hesitantly took it with the softest of touches but not before making a remark in-regards to being back soon as he was clearly afraid to leave the boys to themselves. This elicited an audible sigh from Aranea, cantering her head to the side with disapproval. “Ignis, really? You are not their mother. All three of them are adults and can fend for themselves for once.. just come enjoy the night with me? This is when I am awake and feel more alive.” The look in her eyes held a bit of fire as she gripped his hand a little tighter and began to pull him away from the camp-site. With grace she jumped down off the ledge rather than climb the rocks that were used to get up there. With a quick pace she guided Ignis across the sand as she made her way to the opposite of the beach, passing the resort it’s self. Her destination was the pier all the way to the west side of Galdin Quay which was usually the quietest spot there. When she had finally gotten to the pier, she let his hand go as she just stood there, staring at the beautiful night sky before them, “Just look Iggy.. tell me this is not a sight to behold. I want you to appreciate the scenery around you for once, rather than always having your eye on Prince Noctis.”

#ignea #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #highspecs #aranea #aranea highwind #ignis stupeo scientia #ignis x aranea

[iggysmice]

Happy Fuck Off Tumblr Live day, it comes once a month now!

This holiday will become obsolete once @staff allow me to turn the Live off completely and permanently as I am not a topless white woman with a scene revival hairstyle and therefore not the intended demographic!

#iggy rambles nonsense #tumblr life #fuck off tumblr live day #i dont get a period this is my monthly.