// Alright. It was inevitable, but hey, I finally decided to make it official.

Ignis is getting moved back to my multi ( @tenebriism ), which, by extension, means Charlotte is going with him. I’ve not been consistently active over here in what feels like years, and there’s no point in keeping Ignis – a beloved character of mine, always and forever – secluded to this borderline abandoned blog.

Whether ships carry over, I’ll leave that to y'all. I already have a few I KNOW will carry over ( Ignis’ developments with Cidney’s Zack Fair, Rissa’s Gladio and Gilmore, and Charlotte’s, as well ), and maybe a few others, depending on if we are still mutuals.

EDIT: And, for those I was already mutuals with, threads will get carried over. :)

Hopefully, he can get the love from me that he deserves on my multi. No hard feelings if you choose not to follow, I know multi muse blogs are not everyone’s cup of tea. 💚 If this is goodbye, then thank you for sticking with me all these years on this blog and letting Ignis flourish. Otherwise, I’ll see y'all on the chaotic mess that is my multi.

// Alright. It was inevitable, but hey, I finally decided to make it official.

Ignis is getting moved back to my multi ( @tenebriism ), which, by extension, means Charlotte is going with him. I’ve not been consistently active over here in what feels like years, and there’s no point in keeping Ignis – a beloved character of mine, always and forever – secluded to this borderline abandoned blog.

Whether ships carry over, I’ll leave that to y'all. I already have a few I KNOW will carry over ( Ignis’ developments with Cidney’s Zack Fair, Rissa’s Gladio and Gilmore, and Charlotte’s, as well ), and maybe a few others, depending on if we are still mutuals.

EDIT: And, for those I was already mutuals with, threads will get carried over. :)

Hopefully, he can get the love from me that he deserves on my multi. No hard feelings if you choose not to follow, I know multi muse blogs are not everyone’s cup of tea. 💚 If this is goodbye, then thank you for sticking with me all these years on this blog and letting Ignis flourish. Otherwise, I’ll see y'all on the chaotic mess that is my multi.

// Alright. It was inevitable, but hey, I finally decided to make it official.

Ignis is getting moved back to my multi ( @tenebriism ), which, by extension, means Charlotte is going with him. I’ve not been consistently active over here in what feels like years, and there’s no point in keeping Ignis – a beloved character of mine, always and forever – secluded to this borderline abandoned blog.

Whether ships carry over, I’ll leave that to y'all. I already have a few I KNOW will carry over ( Ignis’ developments with Cidney’s Zack Fair, Rissa’s Gladio and Gilmore, and Charlotte’s, as well ), and maybe a few others, depending on if we are still mutuals.

EDIT: And, for those I was already mutuals with, threads will get carried over. :)

Hopefully, he can get the love from me that he deserves on my multi. No hard feelings if you choose not to follow, I know multi muse blogs are not everyone’s cup of tea. 💚 If this is goodbye, then thank you for sticking with me all these years on this blog and letting Ignis flourish. Otherwise, I’ll see y'all on the chaotic mess that is my multi.

// Alright. It was inevitable, but hey, I finally decided to make it official.

Ignis is getting moved back to my multi ( @tenebriism ), which, by extension, means Charlotte is going with him. I've not been consistently active over here in what feels like years, and there's no point in keeping Ignis -- a beloved character of mine, always and forever -- secluded to this borderline abandoned blog.

Whether ships carry over, I'll leave that to y'all. I already have a few I KNOW will carry over ( Ignis' developments with Cidney’s Zack Fair, Rissa's Gladio and Gilmore, and Charlotte's, as well ), and maybe a few others, depending on if we are still mutuals.

EDIT: And, for those I was already mutuals with, threads will get carried over. :)

Hopefully, he can get the love from me that he deserves on my multi. No hard feelings if you choose not to follow, I know multi muse blogs are not everyone's cup of tea. 💚 If this is goodbye, then thank you for sticking with me all these years on this blog and letting Ignis flourish. Otherwise, I'll see y'all on the chaotic mess that is my multi.

// It's Halloween and my job won't let us dress up, so I'll just post my old Boosette cosplay. 👻🤍 Happy Halloween, y'all. Stay safe if you're headed out~

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willdcard​:

He knew that Ignis was telling the truth, knew that his father wouldn’t have bothered giving the important task to his son if he was at all worried that he would make a mistake that couldn’t be fixed. His father cared so much, and he’d heard from no small number of people that the king was trying his hardest to make sure that his son got the caring parent that he’d been deprived of.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be perfect when it came to these meetings. His father worked so hard, he deserved to rest. If Noctis was perfect then he would get the rest that he deserved. 

Anything less than perfect meant he would have something to deal with. The wall was enough for his father to carry anyways, no need to stress him further.

“ I want it to be better than fine.” He kept his voice quiet, before giving his friend a smile. He definitely appreciated the contact, grounding and reassuring that he would stay beside him. “ We should get going though. I’d hate to be late. “

      If  anyone  understood  the  borderline  UNHEALTHY  need  to  be  the  epitome  of  perfection,  it  was  Ignis.  Nay,  the  crown  would  not  heavy  HIS  head  come  King  Regis’  tragic  last  breath,  but  the  long  rooted  expectations  of  the  Scientia  bloodline  brought  their  own  sense  of  unrelenting,  internal  war.  After  all,  there  was  no  ONE  way  to  master  a  craft,  but  rather,  SEVERAL.

      - - -  and  those  who  served  the  Royal  Family  were  expected  to  learn,  and  master,  every  single  one,  ESPECIALLY  the  Right  Hands.

                        “  Do  not  forget : Even  His  Majesty  still  makes  mistakes,  Noct . . .  and,  loathed  though  I  am  to  outwardly  admit  it,  so  do  I.  “  But,  success  and  a  wealth  of  wisdom  came  from  LEARNING  and  improving  upon  oneself,  with  a  crucial  side  of  PACING.  The  latter,  Ignis  believes,  is  a  lesson  Noctis  would  benefit  from.  “  Mm,  but  I  digress.  Shall  we ?  “

        He  holds  the  door  to  the  vehicle  open,  and  gestures  for  His  Highness  to  get  comfortable,  before  closing  the  door  to  round  the  vehicle  and  seat  himself  at  the  wheel.  

strictomiles​:

Gladio trusted Ignis not to lead him astray. In fact, quite like now that was his job to do to Ignis. He’d pushed him time and time again to just act like a kid even if that meant breaking a few rules. But, he’d thought the adventure was worth it. The thrill of the unknown and the potential of finding something amazing hidden right under their noses. It was hard not to laugh as they ran and even harder still to keep the giggling at bay once shoved into the compartment. Especially with it being a tight squeeze, pressed shoulder to shoulder within while they awaited the passing of the footsteps. 

Following Ignis’ lead, he covers his mouth. Though, curious to see if he could tell just who was coming from the sound of shoes alone. It wasn’t the clicking of high heels nor the clomping of boots… Maybe they would be safe. “I’m gonna go look t’ see if the coast is clear.” He whispers. “Stay here. If I don’t come back in…. ten seconds. Just stay, okay? Stay for like…. five minutes so you don’t get in trouble too.” After all, it was his idea to go off into the deep depths of the Citadel. It only made sense he took the heat.

                              “  ---  Gladio,  no !  “

             Yet,  it  was  too  late.  From  very  little  space,  to  what  felt  like  far  too  MUCH,  Gladiolus  was  gone  and  Ignis  was  left  to  silently  PANIC  as  he  watched  his  best  friend  skillfully  creep  his  way  towards  the  corner.  The  dust  in  this  poorly  kempt  compartment  was  beginning  to  agitate  his  allergies,  but  he  daren’t  move  OR  attempt  to  remedy  it,  out  of  fear  he  may  draw  undesired  attention  towards  the  older  boy,  in  a  situation  they  could  still,  realistically,  get  out  of  scot  free.

           As  the  seconds  tick  by,  though,  turning  into  MINUTES  (  and,  indeed,  Ignis  would  count  every  single  one  in  his  head,  not  missing  a  single  beat  ),  it  worsened,  and  worsened,  until  he  could  bear  it  no  longer.  The  SNEEZE  he  lets  forth  rattles  the  entire  cabinet,  disturbing  the  layers  of  dust  that  had  accumulated  on  all  sides,  resulting  in  a  chorus  of  sneezes  to  follow.  He  can  hear  it  from  down  the  hallway  --  “  Hey,  what  the  HELL !?  “  --  and  in  a  moment  of  sheer,  spine-chilling  panic,  he  goes  DARTING  out  of  the  cabinet  in  search  of  Gladio.

Friends.  If  you  ever  find  yourself  STRUGGLING  to  offer  a  textbook  example  of  ‘  MARRIAGE  MATERIAL  ‘  in  an  academic  setting,  I  am  here  to  help.  Observe :

topmechaniic​:

     ⚙ *:･ﾟ✧ // If her anticipation wasn’t already growing as the Advisor went to work, witnessing and hearing quite possibly just a fraction of his process, it was as soon as the relaxing smell wafted into the room. Deep inhale begets a slow, almost dreamlike sigh of an exhale. And it’s then that his voice rings out and she suddenly sits up in the loveseat, unsure what to do with herself for a moment until she catches Ignis in her peripheral vision. 

     Regardless of how unwell she’s feeling or how exhausted she is, there’s little hiding the smile upon her face, attempting to bite it back as she takes his hand and is lead to her awaiting bath. A part of her wants to close her eyes in in her near giddy excitement but considering her constitution, thinks better of it. Still, venturing closer Cindy does take another deep breath to savor the aromas. Then, she looks over the entire set up, every little detail, and is beyond words. 

          “ … ”  Cindy shakes her head in absolute awe then turns to Ignis with the same expression. Tired yet grateful eyes shine up to him and before she can stop herself, before he can turn to take his leave, her arms are already wrapped around him. She sighs again… then remembers she’s wearing nothing but a long fluffy robe. A clearing of her throat and she gradually steps back form the impromptu hug then quietly chuckles.

          “ It’s perfect, Ignis! Thank you so much. ”

            - - -  oh !

                             Now,  what  is  he  to  do  in  THIS  case ?  An  embrace,  unexpected  yet,  certainly,  not  unwelcomed  (  she’s  soft . . .  smells  of  dreams  --  feverish,  and  worryingly  pallid  in  the  face  due  to  it,  but  still  so  undeniably  BEAUTIFUL  ).  Awkwardly  stiff  as  she  holds  him,  MINDFUL  of  her  attire,  or  lack  THEREOF,  it’s  a  beat  LONGER  before  his  mind  catches  back  up  and  he’s  able  to  respond  somewhat  normally,  arms  coming  to  wrap  around  her,  in  return.  He  hopes  the  lapse  in  fluidity  doesn’t  strike  her  as  ODD---  he’s  not  USED  to  gestures  like  this,  after  all.

         “  You  are  very  welcome,  my  lady.  Please,  relax  at  your  leisure,  whilst  I  tend  to  some  chores  around  your  abode.  “  Including,  but  not  limited  to,  cooking  dinner  for  her.  She  needed  something  in  her  system  --  light,  warm,  yet  rich  in  flavor  --  so  she  could  begin  to  get  her  strength  back. 

         -----  and,  out  he  goes,  quick  to  turn  his  back  so  he  would  not  impose  upon  her  privacy.  “  Is  there  aught  I  should  prioritize ?  The  dishes,  mayhap,  or  dusting ?  “  He  calls  out  from  behind  the  wall,  awaiting  her  response  patiently.

cultivatxr​:

❝ I promise it’s not as bad as you think! ❞

Whatever apprehension resides in her new companion’s expression she misconstrues as concern for the state of her home. The fact he might take issue with being invited there at all is a subject she seldom gives rise to consider. It’s simply a second nature to her now, to share what she has with the world, without question and almost certainly with no grand slither of expectation. They couldn’t cook without a kitchen and what better a locale than her own? 

It may have escaped his attention but resources were not so plentifully available in her little corner of the world as they may have been in his own. Yet that stuttered query of concern gives rise to the pausing of her footsteps, the drop of her hand shaking off the previously insistent tug to retreat back towards herself, with the faintest pang of embarrassed heat searing its way into her cheeks. ❝Oh. Well…I mean…I didn’t really think of it like that. We tend to share what we have down here, that’s all. So it seemed right to invite you. It’s just polite isn’t it? I wasn’t trying to overstep, and I mean it’s not like you’re a serial killer is it? But I can see how it might be…a little unorthodox maybe…❞

In a flustered babble of chatter Aerith shifts, suddenly all the more acutely aware of her own faux pas and overeager desire to clutch at the fledgling shoots of a brand new friendship. There’s a conscious effort to keep her distance then, even as he follows despite his own protestation. It’s awkward for lack of a better word, but she appreciates the conversation none the less for filling the otherwise cringe worthy exchange she herself had orchestrated. 

❝Mhm! We made a pretty good pavlova to be fair, which I think she was proud of me for. It’s just actual meals that are evading me. When there’s so many steps, so many flavours, so many colours…it’s easy to get distracted you know? And then I forget the hob was on, or the oven needed checking because I’d gotten too engrossed in how to make marzipan roses or something daft.❞ It sounds downright ridiculous to admit it aloud, much less to a relative stranger, but maybe there’s a safe kind of sanctuary in the honesty of it all. She wants to do better. Tries to, even - yet the battle is a constant uphill struggle to pay attention to a thousand and one thoughts forever swirling in her head. 

 ❝That one. The last part. I want to do with food, what I do with flowers. I want to take all that appreciation, that gratitude and shared compassion and just pour it into something edible that isn’t cremated at the edges or unexpectedly still raw. ❞

          Were  he  to  be  completely  upfront  and  honest,  he  wasn’t  USED  to  this  level  of  hospitality.  Rather,  he  was  a  terribly  hospitable  man  HIMSELF,  always  giving  more  than  taking  and  expecting  absolutely  nothing  back,  in  return,  but  in  his  world,  everyone  sought  to  GAIN.  More  money,  lavish  possessions,  or  a  reputation  that  looked  pretty  on  paper  right  alongside  the  many  sleek  suits  and  glimmering  trinkets  to  their  name.  If  they  weren’t  looking  for  ways  to  BENEFIT  off  of  one  another,  they  were,  just  as  feverishly,  looking  for  ways  to  usurp  and  conquer.

        The  hands  that  fed  and  bolstered  could,  just  as  quickly,  be  the  ones  driving  the  knife  into  someone’s  backside.

        To  see  her  so  flustered  and  concerned,  then,  by  his  fluctuating  comfort  made  him  feel  strangely  inclined  to  reassure  her,  like  that  divide  betwixt  their  lifestyles  needn’t  be  thrust  into  the  spotlight  any  further  than  it  already  had  been.

       For  a  touch  longer,  he  merely  lingers  behind,  silent  and  observant  as  he  trails  at  a  fraction  of  a  distance  to  gauge  the  appropriateness  of  his  next  action.  He’s  still  LISTENING,  of  course,  but  as  he  increases  his  speed,  just  slightly,  to  match  hers,  he  reaches  for  her  hand  to  hold  within  his  own.

          He  should  hold  onto  her . . .  he  thinks . . .  for  it  is  RARE  to  come  across  one  as  vibrant  a  guiding  light  as  she.

                          “  Cooking  is  an  art,  as  much  as  a  skill.  Even  I  have  gotten  carried  away  in  the  aesthetic  potential  of  a  dish.  It  looked  exhibit  worthy,  but,  goodness,  did  the  FLAVOR  leave  much  to  be  desired.  “  The  true  challenge  came  with  finding  that  happy  medium  betwixt  making  it  taste  good,  AND  look  good.  The  initial  appeal  of  a  dish  came  with  its  presentation---  the  first  impressions,  the  catching  of  an  eye.  Of  course,  SOME  delicacies  could  not  be  prettied  up  no  matter  how  much  effort  went  into  attempting.  He’d  learned  that  the  hard  way,  and  it  was  a  lesson  he  would  instill  unto  her  once  he  gauged  her  present  skillset.  “  We  must  all  start  somewhere,  no ?  Let  us  dedicate  our  initial  focus  to  enhancing  what  you  can  already  do,  and  then,  we  may  dabble  in  the  artistic  side  of  the  culinary  world.  “

         Turning  to  smile  at  her,  he  gives  her  hand  a  gentle,  albeit  reassuring  squeeze.  “  You  are  in  good  hands  with  me.  I  promise  you  will  be  making  dishes,  rich  in  love  and  flavor,  in  due  time.  “

willdcard​:

“ Yes, but not a lot. You know I can’t eat a lot before all of this. “ No matter how often he went to them, these meetings with all of these people, he still couldn’t manage to shake the anxiety that he wouldn’t do a good job. That the fact he was the only prince and he was trying so hard to live up to his father and the council’s standards.

It was that fear of failure that always upset his stomach before he had to go to one of these.

“ I’m not really worried about being hungry, Iggy. I’m worried about making a mistake. “

       ---  perhaps  Noctis  was  not  worried  about  the  natural  yearnings  of  his  stomach,  but,  at  the  very  least,  Ignis  had  to  make  sure  the  future  king  was  not  heading  into  this  with  his  system  detrimentally  empty.  A  little  food  was  better  than  nothing  at  all.  “  I  needn’t  you  wolfing  down  a  full  course  meal,  but  an  empty  stomach  works  in  tandem  with  frayed  nerves  to  make  for  an  even  bigger  obstacle.  I  am  relieved  to  know  you  attempted,  at  least.  “

       Noctis’  honesty,  as  always,  was  appreciated.  Ignis  may  not  understand  entirely  how  Noctis  felt  --  the  Advisor  was  not  in  line  to  don  the  heavy  crown,  one  day  --  but,  as  a  spectator  to  how  Noctis  carried  himself,  Ignis  could  provide  honest  feedback  and,  mayhap,  ease  some  of  his  liege’s  concerns.

                            “  Noct.  You  are  doing  a  fine  job,  I  assure  you.  “  Ignis  places  a  palm  to  the  younger’s  backside,  hoping  it  would  convey  a  sense  of  companionship.  Ignis  would  always  be  there,  as  both  a  crutch  and  a  lifeline.  “  Your  father  would  not  entrust  these  crucial  delegations  to  you  if  he  thought  you  could  not  handle  it.  “

willdcard​:

“ So we have to be there… when again? “ Honestly, he couldn’t keep his schedule straight some days. From meeting with dignitaries and council members, attending a ceremony in his father’s place, to his own tutor sessions, college classes and his high school homework schedule, it was a wonder he wasn’t late for more things.

Ignis had to get all the praise for him being punctual.

@onuscientia​

                              “ . . .  10:15,  your  highness.  Ideally,  fifteen  minutes  prior  to  allot  ample  time  towards  pleasantries,  and  to  review  the  material.  “  On  the  actual  schedule  --  unbeknownst  to  Noctis  --  the  time  was  ACTUALLY  10:30,  yet . . .  in  his  many  years  of  seeing  to  the  prince’s  care,  Ignis  had  learned  to  ADAPT.  If  he  told  Noctis  a  slightly  earlier  time,  then  there  was  less  of  a  chance  for  them  to  be  late.  

      “  Have  you  eaten ?  The  discussion  is  expected  to  last  for  several  hours,  and  I  needn’t  you  sending  me  repetitive  texts  about  how  hungry  you  are  throughout  it.  “

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