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[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – What a thoughtful gift! He mused over the card first and its glory, though he doesn’t exactly consider himself to be the Group Mom, it’s undeniable that he is. The consideration is even better that it came with a gift, one that’ll be added to the growing collection of cooking utensils in his arsenal.

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: Tagged by @rexcrystallis​ TAGGING: @technoblondie​ @prisedefer​ @oracleborn​

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

Ignis x Being Happy. I like IgNoct and Gladnis, but I’m fairly.. Particular on it.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Pretty much all aspects of it. I’m willing to write the fights, the fluff, the smut(in private), the parts where they didn’t really like each other so much.. Beyond romantic relationships, I’m literally down to do everything that DOESN’T include noncon or pe.dophilia. I love love looooove conflict, oh my god. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

I don’t really have a maximum, though I’m fairly aware that it’ll squick some people out to see a 10+ age gap. However, I think so long as the people engaged aren’t being creepy, it’s all fine. Considering Ignis’ age though, I generally won’t go beyond 10 years unless I see a really good connection between the muses. Ignis himself wouldn’t be comfortable dating most people 10 years older than him.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Yes and no. Beyond the ‘Ignis has to actually like them’ thing, I am actually fairly easy-going when it comes to shipping! Ignis IS gay though, so no F/M romantic ships will be occurring on this blog. Most of my selectiveness is based on whether or not I think I can write with this person for a long time and if I don’t think they’re just going to stop talking to me in a week. There’s this, and I need to know the person isn’t gonna be constant 100% shipping content with me. I get tired, man.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

I don’t write sexual NSFW on any blogs, though I will consider it getting to a certain point before I move it to private on account of how ‘shy’ I am about that. I say this while having an AO3 with smut on it. I consider it NSFW the moment anything goes below the belt, even petting.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

I honest to God, ship Ignis with all the Chocobros. I didn’t really think a lot about other characters I could ship him with, but that’s on account of my own personal love aversions at times and being singleship before.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

YES! I ship chemistry, and honestly-- if you ask me, the chances of something happening increases THAT much more because I’m FAIRLY nervous with shipping, and I almost never ask first if the ship I have in mind is romantic.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Depends on the day. Most days I am disinterested in romance unless I have a ship already, some other days, I can’t bear the thought, and other days, all I want to do is fluff. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  

Just recently switched over from Singleship to Multiship, yes!

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I would like to say more-or-less but the truth is, if you get me to ship with you and you’re consistently active with me(at least, not every day but I don’t want it to feel one-sided) I will end up going ride-or-die with that ship. It will make me anguish.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

My favorite ship is platonic unless stated otherwise, and it’s IgNoct.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

                              ❛  you look pretty good for someone who’s ancient. gray suits you better than me.  ❜          a quiet laugh follows. though his friend showed less signs of aging than he did, he knew that in time ( and time his friend would have ) he would wear his age as he did all things; flawlessly.

                              the request comes as a surprise, but he finds he doesn’t mind. his friend saw the world differently now, and he felt little hesitation when it came to his adviser, their lives spent at each other’s side. part of him desired to see the others face as well, to see scars that have now had time to heal. he had not asked back then, when wounds were fresh and the subject too sore to broach. 

                              now, with time passed and iggy moving about as if only minor inconvenience, it felt safe. and yet, he had not the courage. instead, he allowed the other to see him as per his request. he reached out, lithe fingers to wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand toward his face.          ❛  ———— yeah, go ahead.  ❜

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; –“Are you saying I’m greying?” there’s an inflection of concern, bordering hurt tone to this inquiry, but the knit of his brow eased up almost instantly as the words left his mouth. What was-- is still an insecurity of his doesn’t matter when he cannot see, but he deflected by turning it into a joke.

“With how much I’ve worried over you and the others, it is a miracle I haven’t been told I’ve gone completely grey with stress lines to match.”

He nodded at his approval and hesitated to touch despite his guidance. Still, Ignis steeled on and the first touch of his fingertips came to Noctis’ cheek and slid over the skin smoothly. From there he gradually grew bolder but respectful, mapping out the structure of his cheekbones and jawline. Purposely Ignis lingered at his brow, a mimicry of an old, usually rarely occurring habit he had of brushing the other’s bangs out of his eyes when he was upset.

Always the picture of composure ( except for the time when he held a knife to Ravus’s throat ). Even in the face of a dead man, he did nothing but stand his ground with the barrel aimed more or less between his eyes. Of course, a half step to the right and the bullet would whizz harmlessly over his shoulder - that is, if the other decided to put his finger on the trigger. 

A bitter laugh slipped from his lips, a shake of the head as his eyes slid to look at nothing. 

“And here I thought you were the smart one.”

It had taken him several months to puzzle out - hours poured over the shreds of memories he could call to consciousness. But he figured it out.

“Daemons don’t die,” he responded flatly, “and I’m just enough monster to qualify.”

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – His other senses sharpening had done more than prove itself useful. While Ignis would never have sacrificed his eyesight for something that didn’t compare to it, he would admit only rarely that he could hear so much better now and to him, it’s obvious Ravus hasn’t stepped out of the way. His finger doesn’t touch the trigger, though he does displace his aim intentionally, down and to the side.

“You asked us to kill you. I remember it vividly; I would have thought you were just human enough to die.”

Such as it is, Ravus is still alive and his voice doesn’t sound quite as bad as it did back then when he made that request. Ignis hadn’t been the one to deliver the final blow, but his friends assured him that he was dead, but now he wasn’t. 

    The woman remembered a time when her own heart had not been so steady, trapped between wanting to prove herself to a faithless Empire and unable to serve wholeheartedly because of it. Now there was a comfort in knowing what she wanted, even if the danger still loomed time to time. 

   Soft thanks was offered in return for the food, Adri unable to express how truly grateful she was to the other without arising concern. She was not accustomed to being given food, truly she had only just became comfortable with the idea of even having it so readily available. It was more than she deserved. Honestly helping the other had been not only her duty but also the right thing and that alone pleased her. 

    Biting into a piece of beef, she chewed thoughtfully as she listened to him. Swallowing, she shook her head. “No use beating yourself up. Sometimes, even with the best attention, the eyes don’t catch everything they should.You don’t want to believe someone like that can do harm, so you convince yourself that you didn’t see what you thought you did. You let it pass. Sometimes you’re right.” 

[ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴅᴇ ] ♝  ;; – There’s never been a time in his life he’s doubted his position because of a steady heart, but perhaps unsuitable favoritism with his charge. Ignis was already gently scrutinized by Noctis’ other hand, compared to a doting mother of all things, but looking back on his actions Ignis can say it’s not a bad comparison.

He nodded and hummed, pushing up his glasses that had slid just a little out of place-- not obvious to others, but it’s not right for him-- and took his proper seat at the other side of the table. Ignis had prepared nothing for himself, his appetite having been upset prior to the calm they have now. Though, part of the reason he’s been considered motherly is because of an instinct to feed those in his company, just like Adri.