fate/swap

Rules: Repost, please do not reblog!

the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting 

Tagged by: @pendragonheir

He did look right at their direction, but fate seemed to have other plans for that day, and blessed was the custumer who passed in front of them the exactly moment the blond man peeked at their corner. After a minute or so, he finally gave up on finding him there and walked away from the entrance. “Coast is clear.” She announced, happy to not have to keep watching for possible troubles. It was her first day there, the last thing she needed was a headache. “You may rest now. He just left.” Becca rested against the back of her seat, directing her attention back at her companion.

The brunette listened to him carefully, nodding at his answer. After his introduction, the whole reaction at the over toasted coffee beans and his explanation on how to fix it with salt made much more sense to her. “Pleasure to meet you, Ignis. I’m Rebecca, soon to be one of the newbies at the Altissia Institute of Technology.” She was expecting some more nose turning after her own introduction, this time at her and not at the coffee. Most people would call her a nerd and a loser right then and there. She was actually used to that, so it didn’t really bother her anymore. “No apologizes needed, neither the treat.” She gently pushed back the napkin with half the confection. “It is fine, really. I am just happy to help. And glad he is gone, so now you can start your day without…well, whatever problem that man represents to you.”

Since Ignis didn’t need her aid with anything else, her hands started to work on placing her laptop back at her bag, and the said bad on her shoulder and across her chest. “If you can excuse me, I have to go now. It was nice talking to you. I hope you have a good day.” Becca moved as to stand up and leave.

“Thank. The. Six.” Casting his eyes to the heavens, he lets out a relieved sigh at the announcement that the man had left the premises and shifts up to sit properly in the seat, bundling the offered half treat in a napkin and placing it back in the bag for later. “If I had known he was going to be a possessive bastard, I never would have slept with him.” 

“Pleased to meet you as well, Rebecca, and may I offer you congratulations on getting into the technology institute? I’ve heard it’s very particular when accepting new students.” he says with a smile, saluting her with his cup before taking a swallow.

[ sorry, no pics yet ]

BOLD any that apply to your muse / your muse would do

italicize any of your muse’s turn-ons / likes

strike any of your muse’s turn-offs / dislikes

Feel free to add to the list! REPOST, NOT REBLOG!

heterosexual. homosexual. bisexual. pansexual. asexual. demisexual. graysexual. monogamous. polyamorous. long-term relationships. casual relationships.

rough. loud. growling. screaming. crying. sobbing. gentle. tender. whispers. moaning. touching others. touching self. being touched. lingering caresses. kisses. french kisses. licking. nibbling. biting. scratching. hair pulling. dominance. submission. switch. power play. struggles. wrestling. hugs. cuddling. shower / bath sex. up against a wall. being held down. spanking. body worship. breasts. butts. legs. thighs. feet. hands. ears. love bites. innuendo. ( light ) choking. breath play. bondage. leather. silk. velvet. lace. being watched. watching others. half-clothed. bared skin. teasing. indoors. outdoors. public. private. lingerie. stockings. corsets.

For a moment, she honestly doubted the stranger would share his troubles with her, after all, why would he bother? It was quite the surprise when an answer was given. Eyes followed the direction pointed for her, finding a tall blond man looking inside of the cafe, probably searching for someone. That sounded like a bad break up judging by the way the person next to her was describing him, but it was none of her business so she kept her mouth shut, despite the growing urge to giggle.

“No problem at all, I have nothing planned for today so I can spare a few more minutes here. Also, there is no need to pay me anything, I’m happy to help. Would you like me to tell you when he leaves?” Her gaze fell back at the man sitting with her, and for the second time a small smile made its way into her features when his face flinched after tasting the coffee. “Not of your liking?” Small talk wasn’t something Becca was good at, yet, if she would have to spend some time with him, maybe it would be better if they talked? Hopefully it could make things less awkward and call less attention of the man at the entrance.

“If you would be so kind? It is my hope that he believes me to be as friendless as he, and won’t think to look in this direction.” Sipping at the coffee again, he finds the bitterness is down to a more manageable level.

“Not to be snobbish about the coffee, but their supplier burns their beans with abysmal regularity. I find adding salt dissipates the bitterness well enough, since I currently have no other means of preparing my own.” He opens the bag containing his breakfast confection and removes it, carefully breaking it into two parts. Setting each part on separate napkins, he pushes one towards her, and holds out his hand.

This blog was inspired by THIS POST by Fran. Commodore Scientia is not meant to remove Aranea and her contributions from the game at all, he is more of a ‘what if Ignis didn’t grow up in Insomnia.’ 

Last update on 10/15/17.

Younger self:

Mother is Lucian, was a diplomat assigned to Lucian embassies in other countries, her last posting was to Tenebrae

Father is Tenebraen, liaison to the Lucian embassy while his mother was assigned there

He was working as a page in the embassy when he was old enough (about 6 or 7)

Was enrolled in the training classes all pages are required to attend, both educational courses as well as martial arts and defense courses

The weapons master recognized his flexibility and sorted him into the appropriate class when the time came

Primary weapon became lance, secondary was daggers

He was still in Tenebrae when the Lucian king brought his son to the queen for healing and during the attack by Niflheim (he was about 9/10 years old.)

He caught glimpses of the Lucian prince during his duties as a page

He was curious about him, but did not get the opportunity to approach him before the attack launched by Nilfheim

His mother died during the attack and he does not know what happened to his father

Essentially an orphan now, he was collected by Nilfheim troops and placed in a Niflheim-run ‘boy’s home’/orphanage

One of the other boys in the group he was assigned to found he was half Lucian and used him as an emotional punching bag over the course of a few weeks, which then evolved into being a physical punching bag - this lasted about as long as it took for Ignis to find a pole of an appropriate length (he ended up dismantling a broom) and come up with a plan

He broke his glasses (and his nose) but won the fight - however, the other boys refused to have anything to do with him after

He had to do without after breaking his glasses - the orphanage didn’t have the funding to replace them and didn’t see the need as his eyesight wasn’t terrible, things only got fuzzy at a great distance.

The ostracizing spread into the school they all attended, and he was left without friends throughout middle school

For the next several years, he focused on his studies and practicing with his weapon instead, getting top marks in classes but frustrated at his lack of teacher for lance instruction - he practiced what he remembered from the instructors in Tenebrae, but didn’t know what to do to advance his techniques

During this time, he learned how to cook his own food, as the orphanage and school food was unappetizing

High school/college age:

When he took the exams to move forward into the next level of schooling, he was quickly snapped up by a sort of ‘officer/specialists school’ that was looking for children with specific abilities and skills

The school taught comportment and manners; how to conduct oneself while at formal events, among the nobility, and among the rank and file; tactics; and ruthlessness in command of the battlefield and in one-on-one combat, as well as certain specialized military/combat career paths.

He was able to find a teacher to further his lancework

They also had him continuing to learn daggers as part of his curriculum

He was also able to further his culinary education - the school pushed for self sufficiency in it’s students, and to cultivate a multitude of skills that could be of use once they graduated

Spoilers and extras below:

“Apologies for invading your space; I wouldn’t normally throw myself on the mercy of strangers, except my need was rather dire.” Ignis points over his shoulder in the direction of the entrance before popping the lid off the to-go cup and blowing a bit on the coffee to cool it. “Do you see the bloke by the door? Somewhat tall, blonde, wearing a red jacket? Looks like he has a stick the size of Ramuh’s staff shoved up his arse?”

He takes a small sip of the coffee, flinching a bit at the taste (why do places overroast their beans so much,) and reaches for the salt to add to it before continuing.

Standing in line to place his order, Ignis casts another baleful glare at his phone, where yet another text notification appeared. That was five now. Five, within the last three minutes. Not counting the eight he woke up to, and another seven on the way to get breakfast. It was far too early to put up with this nagging, he hadn’t even gotten coffee yet (his machine had finally bit the dust last week, forcing him to get overpriced ‘artisanal’ coffee concoctions from a cafe until he could get a replacement.) He rolled his eyes and clicked the button to turn the screen off before sliding the phone back into his jacket pocket as the line moves forward, allowing him to step up to an empty register.

Once his order is entered and paid for, he makes his way towards the pickup area, pulling his phone back out when he feels it buzz from another notification.

< I *will* come find you if you don’t answer me.

His scowl deepens and he taps out a quick response.

                                        Stay wherever the hell it is you are, and leave me be. >

The barista calls out several orders over the din of the cafe, his among them. He moves towards the counter to grab his coffee and tart before heading into the dining area, glancing around for an unoccupied table. As his gaze travels past the group of people entering through the main entrance of the cafe, his eyes snap back to one man in particular and he bites back a curse.

This blog was inspired by THIS POST by Fran. Commodore Scientia is not meant to remove Aranea and her contributions from the game at all, he is more of a ‘what if Ignis didn’t grow up in Insomnia.’

Potentially, there will be NSFW art and writing shared on this blog. It will be tagged as such.

Romantic ships are possible with discussion prior. I won’t automatically ship, and believe that chemistry must be present.

Still debating between single and multi-ship for this blog; if the decision falls on multiship, each ship will be it’s own verse.

Unless, of course, MAXIMUM DRAMA is wanted (and discussed by all interested parties.)

I don’t mind smut, but will be selective in partners.

Dark themes are generally ok. If I’m not comfortable with something I will say so.

About the only triggers I have is unexpected sight of blood, and human-on-human violence. Not sure if they qualify as triggers, but violence towards animals and any type of abuse tend to piss me off and make me want to break faces. Still willing to do these themes in RP.

Will not RP smut if not 18+. Will not RP dark themes if not 16+. This applies to both muses and muns.

I am pretty laid back as far as general RP goes; I don’t mind if it takes time for a response, I’m happy to interact with you!

With that in mind, I am not the fastest writer, and I also work a fast paced office job that requires me to provide immediate responses. If there’s downtime, I can work on other things, but usually have to limit writing to lunch breaks and after work.

The muse can be fickle - translate: he’s kind of an ass - and it does not help that I am distracted easily, or that I can’t easily slip into RP mode - I will keep picking at a response until it solidifies, but it may take a while.

I will try to respond to things in the order that I receive them in, muse permitting.

Canon, OC, and other fandoms friendly, and I don’t mind multiples.

In the interests of mental health, I don’t do greeter posts - I’ve considered them, but I have doubts about my ability to keep up with them or track them well.

No set style for RP; I’ve done para, multi-para, some one line, and random crack threads.

Starters tend to get long! Don’t feel you have to match the length in your response!

Effort to match length is appreciated, effort to match effort even more so; don’t do just one word/sentence responses if I’ve given you a paragraph or more.

Icons are not necessary. This muse is non-canon, so I don’t have much to draw from for icons; when I do, they will be of Canon!Ignis in his Kingsglaive gear.

Feel free to turn an ask into a thread! You can move it to a new thread or leave the ask at the top, or I can trim threads if you’re not able to because of mobile or whatever.

Please, no godmoding. If you need my character to take a specific action, please discuss with me?

Feel free to like RPs, ask responses and such, but please don’t reblog if you’re not involved.

Reblogging headcanons is ok.

When in doubt, ask! The worst that can happen is that I’ll say no.

I practice Reblog Karma - if I’m not comfortable sending something with the meme, I’ll reblog from the source when possible. I don’t mind if someone reblogs a meme without sending me something, but try not to do it all the time.

You wanna plot? Let’s plot! You wanna bounce headcanon ideas? I’m down! You wanna just talk? Drop me a line!

I have Dis.cord, user name given on request.

If I’m awake and not busy, I will usually answer pretty quick.

In the interests of keeping the dash focused, I won’t follow back on personal blogs. This is nothing against them, I am just better able to focus on the RP when I don’t have to slog through other subjects.

General rule of thumb: if a post has a time stamp ending in :00, :15, :30, :45 minutes, it was a queued post. So things may go out, but I’m not around.

Passwords are not necessary with me; I will read rules and abouts if I’m not on mobile, prior to following back.

Your hate mail will be graded, and subsequently mocked.