Have you ever been so pissed off at being susceptible to a person or character that you just had to let off some steam?
No?
WELL YOU’RE MISSING TF OUT, BECAUSE THIS IS MY GODDAMN LIFE NOW *flips a table*
Extra in every sense of the word. There’s no plot whatsoever. Right off the bat Gladio gets slapped, so that just sets the whole damn mood. Don’t actually try any of this at home. I also tried making this a drabble but unless 3000 words is the new Drabble, I’m just lying to my damn self.
“It’s fine, babe,” Noct ran his fingers through the fine hair at the nape of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss. Falling into it like you usually do, you couldn’t help but think that Noct was being more forward and a tad more insistent than what you were accustomed to. But you thought that it was because he wanted to protect you.
Until your eyes opened, and you found yourself looking into the amber orbs that belonged to another. You could only gape as the contours of Noct’s face melted into that of the eccentric yet dangerous chancellor, his smirk barely hiding the sinister aura that Ardyn always seemed to bring with him.
You barely had time to shriek in protest as you felt your body slammed abruptly to the wall behind you, even as Ardyn still stood a few feet away. Panicked, you looked down and immediately wished you hadn’t; black, roiling tentacles were restraining you, curling around your limbs and tightening every time you struggled.
“I should let you punch me. It would be my gift to you right before I erase every memory of your precious boy from your mind.” The sound of his boots were echoing in your ears… or maybe it was your heart pounding furiously. You couldn’t tell.
But every time you blinked, Ardyn’s visage changed. He was Prompto with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face. He was that charismatic garbage man that was taunting you for no reason that you could think of. He was…
i’d like to diversify the way we talk about the production and the consumption of fanworks.
many posts on this website try to create some kind of commonly held reading & response imperative when it comes to fanfiction—rules of thumb one should follow when engaging. so far as i am concerned, the only good rule is:
prioritize kindness, especially in public.
here are the two basic reactions to a fanwork: we either liked it, or we did not. maybe we liked some of it and not other parts. fine.
when it comes to not liking something, i believe the backbutton is a gift. we are free to abandon any fic we don’t like at any time, without constraint. i believe we should use it often and freely, and—generally speaking—keep our mouths shut when we do, unless we are trying to foster a productive conversation within the subculture. i believe there is a place for critique in trends in fanfiction or within fandoms, buti don’t feel we need to isolate fics individually to do this.
my reasons for this: fanfiction is not a monetary industry. it influences a relatively small subset of the population. in this respect it is a subculture. no one is teaching fanfiction in schools (except a select few university courses). no website is fostering cultural critique on fanfiction (except user-run ones like this one, and maybe aja). in the literary industry (industry!), money changes hands, works undergo promotional campaigns, there are book launch celebrations, works have a more widespread cultural impact to the point of potentially influencing policy.
these seem like sufficient reasons to me to treat fanfiction differently from a book. to me, being kind about other people’s creative labour is a priority, since fanworks are being developed and shared for no reason other than to connect people who share a passion.
let me repeat that: fanworks are developed and shared for no reason other than to connect people who share a passion.
are you here to be an asshole to someone who is trying to share their passion with you?
to repeat: i think discussion of trends in fanfiction is good and important and interesting. sharing points of view is an important part of fandom! standpoint theory, my pals—something i find kind of harmful might be an absolute saving grace to someone else. enacting cruelty against other (real, flesh-and-blood) people should be avoided. sometimes that means listening when someone else is telling you they find something harmful, and sometimes that means reconsidering your stance when someone tells you it’s helpful to them. be kind. be kind and share your passions freely, but thoughtfully.
if you read a fic and didn’t like it, backbutton out and either reflect on trends or move on.
if you read a fic and you do like it—what do you do?
personally, i do not mind, no matter what you do.
my fanworks are developed and shared for no other reason than to connect with people who share my passion. if you read it? thank you. i hope it stays with you a while. if you left kudos? this gives me helpful data on what resonated enough with people to leave kudos. if you leave a comment? this gives me sometimes highly specific data on what resonated with people, and i can bear that in mind as i produce future works! this data helps me connect with you, the readers. my fic that is currently making the rounds has gotten threefold the attention i expected it to. i almost didn’t post my most popular fic at all, but now i know that if i write fluff, we’ll probably connect on that. this is important data, and i am glad i have it. now i understand something about what people are connecting with in my works.
my fanworks are developed and shared for no other reason than to connect with people who share my passion, and kudos and comments help me understand (a) that we are connecting, as with kudos, and (b) what we are connecting on, as with comments.
there is no moral imperative to provide me with that data. here are some possible results of not leaving kudos or a comment:
i do not have data on what is connecting with people
i have no indication that you did not like my fic (and thank god)
i may believe, owing to the data that’s available, that what i am doing does not connect to people, which may lead me to abandon a work or fandom given that my fanworks are developed and shared for no other reason than to connect with people who share my passion.
again, there is no moral imperative attached to any of this. if you elect, for ANY reason, not to provide me with data—you’re not killing fandom, which is the most egregious lie i’ve seen circulated on this subject (not to get specific). i just don’t have data on your reaction! that’s literally it! and that’s fine! i still made the work, it’s still in the world, you still enjoyed it! that’s a net good.
and, to return to my earlier point regarding prioritizing kindness—i think leaving feedback is often kind, but not leaving feedback? it’s a neutral action. you’re not being unkind. an author simply doesn’t have data on your reaction. sometimes, as when you didn’t like something, staying silent on your reaction is overtly kind to that creator. you are allowing them to flourish and share their passions unimpeded by negative data. and since that’s why fanworks are developed, that’s a net good.
not leaving feedback on a work you liked is a neutral action.
feedback helps inform an author; it can make them feel really fucking good, and that means that you can impact an author who’s done good as much as they’ve affected you. it may well encourage them to create more of the things you like. wielding the power of feedback for good is an option available to you.
but, in my books, if you read my work and enjoyed it, we connected on a shared passion, and that’s the whole point—whether you left feedback or not.
does this all read a little sterile? yeah. i’m basically saying that readers aren’t there to stoke a writer’s feelings, which often offends a writer’s ego. almost all writers have egos. mine is massive. it’s a pain in my ass. one of my fics has so many of my strongest passions in it that i’ve pouted well thoroughly because it connected with fewer people than i expected. i’m human! check out these ego guns! a lot of the time i think i’m great at this and according to my bullshit ego, an insufficient number of people confirmed my bias! but, stripping my feelings from the reality of the situation, the outcome i’m pouting about is that i received less data than i expected. my solution to this is to stop expecting data and write for the single other person who might read my fic and connect on my passions, since, as i keep repeating, that’s the whole point of creating a fanwork.
go forth and read. we could all do to worry less, and worrying about how we read fanfiction ranks really low in the list of things to worry about organized by importance. rule one is prioritize kindness. rule two is leave positive data when you like, in any form you like, or else don’t. positive feedback, both general and specific, helps writers. it benefits our craft and our spirits. positive data may yield more creations you like in the future, but not leaving data is a neutral action.
you’ll carry our stories into the world with you either way. that’s enough to keep me writing, ego or otherwise.
Honestly I think one of the most empowering things you can do for yourself is to separate your negative qualities from your identity.
Instead of saying “I’m lazy,” saying “I’ve made a habit of not doing work unless it’s absolutely necessary.” Instead of saying “I’m a bad friend,” saying “I haven’t communicated as much as I should with the people I care about.”
By being specific about your problems, and by framing it as an action that you are consciously either working on or ignoring rather than an unchangeable part of who you are, you allow yourself to accept your mistakes and work constructively on them instead of pretending they didn’t happen or wallowing in blaming yourself.
“I’m not afraid of Hell. I lived there, once. And if I have to go back, I’ll swagger through those gates with fire in my blood and war in my heart. And I’ll take. No. Prisoners.”
– Dani O’Malley, “High Voltage” by Karen Marie Moning
It’s belated because I got super sick and work has kept me
exhausted, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN ( @k0waiiprincess )!!
I wrote this after she asked me to do a fic with her and
Ignis, with a fluffy beginning and a not-so-fluffy ending. I really hope you
enjoy this, Jen! Even if you aren’t Jen and don’t fit the descriptions in this,
I hope you enjoy it, too!
Word count: 5,708
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Prompto struggled to keep the
candles lit on the cake as a March breeze swept by, angling himself to try to
shield the little flames as he brought it to the table. You stood at the end of
it, a nearly finished drink in one hand, the other over your mouth as you let
out a little squeal – the cake looked so perfect, and looked to be your
favorite kind. Ignis had planned this well, knowing so many little details
about you certainly helped make for a perfect birthday party.
“While I want to make love to you as the man who adores you,” he said, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like a man who has lusted after you for so long.”
So I’ve decided to move into a more professional setting for aspects of my writing, especially considering I’m working steadily toward a career path in editing and/or writing full time.
If you enjoy my writing, I’d really appreciate any follows or views of my new blog, as well as my new Twitter account – raewinncreates – where I’ll do what I can to keep people updated on my path to becoming a professional full-time editor.
I’d also like to inform you that I am opening up to anyone who would like for someone to be a beta reader/editor for any fanfiction or original works – free of charge – and the only thing I ask in return is your permission to use your work in my portfolio as I build up my professional work experience as an editor.
Your magic doesn’t always have to be solemn. Your magic doesn’t always have to follow all the rules. Maybe the “as per usual” magic rules and regulations don’t vibe with you.
Do you hate the smell of lavender? Does clear quartz remind you of something that you hate? Fuck it, use that shit in a banishing or hex.
Nobody has all the answers. Your magic is yours. Might as well do whatever the hell you want.
And when writing porn, you keep in mind their favorite stylee.
“I want to give you a present. Do you prefer frottage or anal penetration? Should one of them be wearing lingerie? How do you feel about spanking? Spitting?…Ah, excellent; I shall make you a glorious, wondrous thing of roughly 3000 words!”
Imagine for a minute that Ignis agrees to trade his life for Noctis’s, that the old kings accept this condition, but that Ifrit intercedes at the last minute and claims Ignis’s life as his own. He returns Ignis to the world of the living, but he’s claimed him as his own, for whatever dark purposes he wants to serve. He can possess Ignis at any time.
Why would Ifrit want to do this? I’m sorry, I have no fucking idea lmao. I’m very bad with this part of the lore. He probably wouldn’t bother, but LET’S JUST ASSUME HE HAS DECIDED HE WANTS TO KEEP AN EYE ON THE KING OF LUCIS UP CLOSE SO HE CAN FUCK IT ALL UP HIMSELF I GUESS.
So now that we’re past the no fun part–imagine now Ifrit watching you through Ignis’s eyes, seeing the way Ignis looks at you and laughing at the affection he has in his heart. Deciding your mortal form pleases him, and that he is welcome to take your fragile human body if he so chooses. Ignis pleads with him to leave you be, but it only makes it more fun for him. Ignis has to watch from within his own mind as Ifrit fucks you in ways he never would have. He listens to you cry out his name, knowing it’s not really for him at all.
Ignis’s body is so impossibly hot, his cock practically searing to the touch. His eyes blaze with an unearthly fire and his body is riddled with black veins and strange marks that glow like embers. He has a confidence about him you’ve never seen, though it’s a bit scary at times.
Every writer is different, but there’s a few basic, well proven, tactics to keep the person who creates world happy in their own.
Write for yourself. Write the story you want to write, the way you want to write it, because in the end, you’re the one doing all the work! If you can’t enjoy the process, then it’s work. Not the fun work, the kind of work you have to go visit a bar afterwards to get rid of the dread. Believe it or not, your story will have little remnants of your psyche when you’re done; and if you didn’t like the story or enjoy the writing of it, it will show. So in the end, if you’re not writing the story you want to write and enjoying it as you go, then readers won’t either! Then what’s the point?
Don’t be afraid to write as freely as you please.While you’re writing that story you know will never sell, just because you like it, make sure not to restrict yourself to certain subjects or certain scenes. Would your friend gasp if they saw you writing Vampires? Or Romance? Or Vampire Romance? If it’s something you want to write, then write it freely and without guilt, to the full capacity of your desire and then sit back and decide if you want others to see it.
Keep your Mind Palace (mental writing place) sacred. Don’t go letting everyone in! It’s tempting, especially if you’re surrounded by supportive writers and readers who are always excited to see more of your stuff. But when everyone is in your headspace, there’s no room for you. You’ll end up trampling the advice to ‘Write for yourself’, because it’s hard not to be influenced by people who have a hand on your agenda.
You need to write with the door closed, so it’s only you who gets to see the writing process and make the calls. Then, once you’re finished, fling open the door and let all the enthusiastic others in to enjoy the profit. You’ll want to share, you’ll want to include others, but it’s desperately important to value the privacy of your own writing headspace. When they’re others inside, it changes how you look at things. You end up looking through their eyes and through your own.
Write often: If this is something you love, if this is something you thrive on, then you need to keep in contact with it. Those first few words may be hard, but it’s like reworking the muscles after a break. It’s only the first few moments, and then it will open up and you’ll feel that connection that you came for to begin with; that fulfillment of words on a page or a world suddenly tangible. The longer breaks you take or the more you avoid it, the harder it will be to start again. Keep in constant practice with it – for an hour a day or ten minutes – and the craft will come easily to you, and you’ll have the strongest connection. It’ll eliminate those sudden declines in quality and you’ll feel more centered with the world.
Read often. Just as important as writing often is to read often. You’re looking at the finished products of your craft and it both gives you field tips on how to write your own but encouragement that it can be done. Read broadly over all genres and all writing styles, to see what new things could inspire you and what horrible mistakes to avoid yourself. Read deeply; take the time to study the words or slip yourself into the character’s voice and absorb it in. Absorb what was good about it and add it to your own; while taking note of what was done bad and improve upon it. Let yourself get whisked away by the story, the voice, the character and then find out how they did it so you can do it yourself; even better.
Keep musing even when you’re not writing. Let the stories and the characters stay in your head. Some of the best plotting is done when you’re away from the story, so don’t push away the talking of the characters or the forming of new plots just because you’re not close to a pen. It’s better to have had the idea and lost it, than to have not had it at all. Whatever you focus on will grow, so let the story continue to churn and boil in your head all the time; and in the process, it will develop into something much richer. You’re a writer, this is what you do. And often times you’ll never feel as centered in the world as when you have a story in your head.
Take time to draw from inspiration. Go ahead and spare that extra time looking through pictures that inspire you or certain lines that spark a story in your mind. Collect things around you that encourage writing and cultivate your Mind Palace; such as certain music that reminds you of a character, a picture so powerful that it tells the story all at once, or a line of dialogue that you want to follow. Have inspiration at hand, and then muse on it when you’re not writing, so it can grow.
In the end, just put your hands to the keys and let it lead you.
A sort of sequel to my King Daddy Noctis fic, His Treasure. Set in a sort of faux-Arab Assassin’s Creed AU. Whew lord it took me ages to write this but I’ve finally burst through my block.If the reader seems extra mouthy it’s because I basically wrote her as @hypaalicious lmao. Hope you guys enjoy T3T
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Ignis Ibn Scientia was a difficult man to read, but you knew him better than most after two years of serving as his assistant. His private work with the king and his most trusted servants and friends often saw him going away on long, dangerous missions. You never knew quite what he was up to, but you were certain it was some flavor of unsavory judging by the bloodstains on his clothes and weapons when he returned.
It happened the same way every time—a rap on your window in the dead of night, and then there he was, his long, graceful frame silhouetted in the moonlight. He’d hand you a bundle without a word, his green eyes locked onto yours as your hands brush his. He’d always pause for just a bit too long, as if he wanted to say something to you, but he never spoke. You felt the closest to him in those moments; he never thanked you outright, but the thought of a man as careful as him trusting you with such a deep secret flatters you deeply.
The night before a mission he usually prepares alone, but tonight he’s summoned you to his office. You’re stunned to find it a mess when you walk in—the king’s advisor is normally so fastidious about his space, but there are maps and letters scattered all over the round table in the middle of his office.
“Ah.” He looks up from a map of a strange land, straightening his robes with a nervous energy you’ve not seen from him. “Thank you for coming so late, Y/N. I need you tonight.”
You give him a respectful bow. “It’s my pleasure to serve you, my lord.”
The formality in your address seems to make him uncomfortable. “I did not call you here to work.”
It’s your turn to look uncomfortable. “My lord?”
“Would you close the door behind you?”
You oblige, feeling your pulse quicken at the thought. It isn’t your first time being alone with him, but there’s something heavy in the air tonight between you. When he hears the door click shut behind you he sighs. You can almost feel him searching for the words.
“You have served me dutifully for two years now. You know that my work extends far beyond merely advising the king.”
You nod, trying to predict where he might be going, but nothing comes to mind.
“During that time I have entrusted you with certain clandestine duties, but I have endeavored to keep you as far as possible from that work.” He crosses his arms over his chest, unable to meet your gaze. “I only ever wished to protect you.”
You nod again, feeling a tingle in your chest at the thought of him worrying for your safety. He continues.
“Tomorrow I will depart for a mission that may not see me returning.” When he sees the panic in your expression, he holds one hand up to stop you. “Please, allow me to finish. I don’t know if I will be able to continue if I stop now.”
Me: *since the Noct installation* I’m fuckin thirsty asf for Ignis ibn Scientia
LV: oh okay I gotchu bae
Me: o rly I- *reads*
FUCCCKKK ME UP, I got snatched once again to the deepest pits of Ignis hell like when I first started reading/writing trash ass fics. I felt so damn exposedt tho from the slap to the mouthiness and I was like “o boy am I really like this haha 😬” BUT I AM, AND 10/10 WOULD SLAP AN ATTRACTIVE MAN AND GET THE LIFE FUCKED OUT OF ME, BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I’M ABOUT
your writing is a skill, not an inborn talent (unless, yeah, maybe it is). not everyone can do what you do and love
everyone says they want to write a book. everyone has what it takes to write a book. not everyone does it anyway. you be the small percentage of success you read about
your writing will always seem brickshit horrible because you wrote and read it a million times
you love this writing thingy. quitting it will be like cutting off your fingers one by one.
someone out there will want to read what you wrote.
someone out there wants to know what is on your mind.
someone out there appreciates your art. they will share it with their friends. they will share it with their loved ones. they will share it with their future self because maybe what you wrote saved them.
if you give up now, you know you will just come back to it again, whether it’s years from now, months, or next week. you love writing, that’s why you planted the seed of thought that you are going to write this book, and whether you come back to it or not, your unwritten stories will come back to you.
That was the message Noctis had left you alonside the very pretty knee length babydoll dress he had bought for you for tonight. You nervously squirmed in your seat, at the table right at the back of the restaurant Noctis had booked for dinner tonight. You were hyper aware of the fact that you wore nothing under your dress, not just your panties. Your bra would have made the dress look awkward so you had forgone it. Every movement you made caused the fabric to brush against your nipples, erect from the cold air. And the thought of getting caught wearing no undergarments by anyone had your thighs pressed together.
Noctis wasn’t late per say, but every moment you sat alone made you paranoid someone was going to find out just how under dressed you truly were.
“Sorry I’m late.” Noctis’ voice came, making you jump slightly in your seat. You hadn’t noticed him, too absorbed in your thoughts. He smiled at you, taking off his jacket and draping it over the chair right next to yours, seating himself and throwing an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and leaving a chaste kiss to your temple. “There was an accident on the road.”
You tried to smile reassuring him that you didn’t mind, but his hand on your waist dipped down to your hip, fingers pressing against your dress and skin. You felt him smirk against your hair when he confirmed that you had indeed followed his request, making your face light up a bright red at his audacity to do this in such a public space.
“I hope you don’t mind. Iggy’s ordering for us.”
You froze, eyes snapping to look into Noctis’ mischievous expression. You opened your mouth to protest before being interrupted by Ignis coming over with an apologetic smile.
“I apologize for interrupting your evening, Y/N. His highness insisted considering I’ll probably only make it home very late with the traffic tonight.” Ignis bowed slightly, taking the seat opposite you. “I ordered your favourites for you, I hope you don’t mind.”
Noctis squeezing your hip in warning before pulling away from you. You put on a cheerful smile, chirping your acceptance even as Noctis laid a hand on your thigh, your dress crinkling under it as he squeezed.
Dinner arrived with little fanfare, but Noctis kept one hand on your leg, occasionally massaging and slowly making its way under your dress throughout your meal. The heat of his hand on the warm skin of your thigh, slowly inching up to the apex of your thighs had you abandon whatever conversation you had with Ignis and leaving you scrambling to apologize when Ignis prompted you.
Noctis looked nonchalant through all of this, his royal upbringing leaving him looking like he wasn’t feeling you up under the table, his fingers teasingly inching closer and closer to the wetness between your thighs. And gods were you wet. You could feel your dress getting damped the longer Noctis teased you, refusing to touch you directly but coming so close to actually touching you. Ignis had already expressed his concerns as your face grew red with arousal, your breaths coming in short pants.
It was finally when Ignis excused himself from the table to pay the bill that Noctis touch you, wasting no time pressing a finger into your heat. The loud squelch your body made when he penetrated you had you biting back a moan, your shoulders bunching up as you leaned on the table. Noctis chuckled at you, leaning close to breathe into your ear. You shuddered at his warm breath, his tongue peaking out to tease the shell of your ear before playfully biting at it. His fingers never stopping its current mission of fucking you into a shuddering mess slowly.
“I wonder if you can keep yourself quiet enough so Ignis won’t find out I’m fucking you in the car.”
I’m also low key hoping for ignis to know exactly what was going on the whole time and only show his hand once he parks the car while y’all mid-fucc and joins in. AYYYEEEEE
me as a writer: obsessed with being original, constantly worried that ill copy another artist by accident, i can’t use that phrase i saw someone use it on may 12th, 2014 and
me as a reader: happily reads 2349460283 different versions of the exact same plot
Look, I don’t really care where you stand on fandom discourse but seriously—if you don’t think that reading published books, playing video games, or watching tv shows and movies that contain certain dark things means that a person wholeheartedly supports those things in realy life and is more likely to go out and actually do them but you think the total opposite when it comes to fanfiction, then that’s an obvious double standard and there’s a giant hole in your logic.
If you can happily enjoy watching a show like Hannibal without supporting cannibalism IRL and becoming a serial killer, but think people who read fanfic that contains content that’s just as dark means that they MUST support those things IRL and are likely to go out and do them, then that’s an obvious double standard and there’s a giant hole in your logic.
If you think that published authors like George RR Martin, Gillian Flynn, Stephen King, and countless others can write what they write without supporting it in real life or it meaning they’re out doing the things they write about, but think fanfic authors writing about the exact same things support those things IRL and are out doing them then that’s an obvious double standard and there’s a giant whole in your logic.
If you can consume media such as published books, video games, movies and shows that contain dark content without thinking that the things you read/see are okay to emulate IRL and thinking that they’re normal and acceptable outside of fiction but don’t think that people reading fanfic about the same dark content can do the same, then that’s an obvious double standard and there’s a giant hole in your logic.
If you don’t think that dark themes in published books, video games, tv shows and movies which have an audience of millions normalize the dark content that they contain and cause it to happen IRL but you think that fanfic that has an audience of only thousands does then that’s an obvious double standard and there’s a giant hole in your logic.
So many of y’all hold fanfic, fanfic writers and fanfic readers to a standard that you do not hold the creators and consumers of other media such as published books, video games, tv shows and movies which contains literally the exact same dark themes as the fanfic you’re going off over to and you never stop to ask yourself for a single moment WHY.
What’s the difference between a person checking a book out from the library that contains dark themes and them reading a fanfic which contains the exact same dark themes on ao3? What’s the difference between watching a movie with those themes rather than reading a fanfic with them? What about watching a tv show? Playing a video game?
What makes all of those things above reproach, safe to create and consume without it saying something about a person’s morality or ethics or IRL behavior and beliefs, but which makes fanfic that contains literally the exact same content some unending horror that needs to be destroyed before it corrupts everyone who touches it?
Very well said. The hypocrisy and double standards there are ridiculous.
[ NYX ULRIC WEEK ] day 7: heart & duty » AS LONG AS I HAVE STRENGTH IN MY BODY; ❝ he burns like a star in its final hours, effulgent & luminous❞
“Why do I fight?” he repeats with a sad smile. It’s a question he’s asked himself countless times – on the battlefield in the face of death, on the verge of intoxication in the sanctuary of liquor, in the deluge of his memories, ghosts that never rest even in slumber.
When father passed, he fought for vengeance. To bring justice to his father’s murderers – the damned Nifs that dragged their small country into turmoil. And for what? The mere convenience of a naval base 100 miles off the shores of their enemies? Thousands of lives lost for a tiny piece of land.
When Selena passed, he fought in guilt. To right his wrongs. To be the big brother he vowed to be, but never was. The accusing eyes of a broken mother too much for him to bear, he fled in guise of fighting.
When Crowe passes, it is the future he fights for.
Or so he says when the princess with the doleful eyes asks in a much too tired voice.
But what is a future of blood and ashes when your family’s in the ground?
It is nothing.
But he holds on to his heroism, just for one last day.
Because fighting is the only thing left Nyx Ulric knows how to do.
singergurl91 said to insomniacitizen:46 and Ignis por favor ❤ (i would ask for Ravus but you specified chocobros – glad to see you getting back into the writing game!! you were the first XV blog I ever followed)
I love you.
You could have said the words the moment your eyes caught sight of him.
Across the space of the busy market of Lestallum it’s an instant feeling that strikes you hard, like a bolt of lightning from Ramuh himself: as though to say “Stop! Look! Destiny is in front of you!”. And so you do stop and look.
His grey tshirt enhances a hint of tan, and is cut perfectly to show muscle that moves slightly as he inspects the vegetables of the stall you’re watching him from across. He’s immersed, focused on the task at hand, but relaxed. His hair makes you smile, odd but it suits him, swept up high and straight with purpose. Even the slight breeze that carries the scent of spices from the stalls doesn’t move his hair, you huff a laugh at the thought. You can see his eyes scanning the wares but he’s looking down so all you can really see is the thick line of lashes as they flutter every now and then. He starts to look up then and your heart beats faster and faster until someone shouts a name and he turns away.
And then he’s gone.
Ignis.
Impossibly you see him again on the battlefield.
All movement in the world slowed impossibly and you wondered if the universe decided to stretch this moment across the rest of time, to the point where everything just stopped and this was all that existed forever.
You would be ok with that.
All long legs and grace, he spins like a dancer but the daggers he’s in the middle of throwing promise something much more deadly. There’s fire at his fingertips, casting an orange glow against the sharp lines of his face, doing nothing to soften them. The embers spin behind him in a trail so complex you wonder what music he must hear when he’s fighting, because it looks so much like a dance.
Steps backward and forward, and one, two, three, spin, two, three.
Time snaps back with the force of a too-stretched elastic band, and everything moves too quick for your addled mind to keep up with it.
He looks up then, Ignis, and your eyes connect.
He has green eyes, like a forest… I love you, you think.
He opens his mouth then, and your heart soars in anticipation, and he shouts “Look out!”.
You hope, as you pass out from the Coeurl lightning that sparks in your veins, that you don’t have the dumbest smile on your face.
When you wake up, he’s there.
And from then on “I love you” is like a mantra playing in your head, so often and so hard it would hurt if you weren’t absolutely besotted.
You join the group, and fight alongside them to right the world, to make a day when I love you could be said without fear of one losing the other. If one had the other in the first place anyway.
Ignis hands you coffee in the morning with a small smile, knowing exactly how you like it after such a short time, and you love him.
He pulls you up on the battlefield, a hand against the small of your back as he hands you a potion, and you love him.
His sharp eyes in the rear view mirror as he drives against the setting sun, and you love him.
His friends, and they’re yours by now, teasing you quietly out of earshot, and maybe you just might say you love him after all.
When the time is right.
But the world falls apart, as the world often does, but this time it’s catastrophic and far reaching enough to blot out the sun.
“I love you” waits at the bottom of your stomach when you see grief fill him from Jared’s death. Righteous anger that sits behind his eyes tells you now is not the time, while also saying now is the time, since love is all that keeps this mad world turning and everything continuing on.
The trepidation that makes his lithe frame rigid as you all sit in the boat, skipping across the sea to Altissa settles “I love you” to a stop at the back of your throat, while at the same time it says that love is a promise to keep going even when things are tough.
“I love you” is on the tip of your tongue as you ready for the obvious trap that is Luna’s summoning ceremony, but to say it now would complicate everything, and maybe even simplify it at the same time.
Instead you say “Stay safe”, with every fibre of your being meaning “I love you”, and in to the storm you all go.
And then everything is so much worse, and “I love you” pales in comparison to the sadness on his face as he realises he will never see again. Pales against the way his voice shakes as he describes what happened when you were too far away to make a difference. And maybe, you think, this darknening world might just swallow love up alive.
So days pass, and Noctis sleeps, and Ignis seems lost in his prematurely dark world, and you feel full to the brim of sorrow and all the “I love you’s” you never said.
The teacup you place on the bedside next to a still Ignis rattles alarmingly in the absolute quiet of the room and you clear your throat, another “I love you” dying as you quash it down and put it with the others because “I love you” just might be a burden, a promise neither of you can keep, because Love is a promise of so many things, and the world and life is so uncertain and-
“I love you.”
“-What?”
And his hand is on yours while the other guides you down beside him on to the bed as though you’re the one that can’t see, and maybe you can’t.
“I said, I love you.”
“Oh,” and there’s something new building inside of you threatening to spill over if only your brain could catch up.
His scarred face, smooth skin replaced with pale splits and burned flesh, green eye turned white forever, looks so determined as he waits a moment in the unsure silence.
“I know that love is an uncertainty, and it’s a badly-timed promise in a time where nothing is guaranteed, but to love is to be brave and I’ve loved you for a very long time. I’m not the same man I was when I started this journey, and I know this might not be the best time, but I’m sure by now there’s no such time except now. But-” And he looks to you with such a raw expression, such vulnerability from one of the bravest men you’ve ever met, “I love you _____.”
“I’m such a coward Ignis.”
“Why?”
And that new thing building up in you finally spills out. And it’s light and full of hope and it’s a promise.
Sooooo… do you wanna go first and see how it goes? If you survive the ultimate convergence of collective thirst, then it’s safe for the rest of us to go in!
OKAY so I saw this a few days ago and was like “whatever” but then I smashed my phone in a car door, had to clean up some dead baby bunnies in my yard, and have just generally NOT had a good week. I’m fucking spooked and I’m reblogging this twice to get the universe to stop.
I ignored this too and then i got kicked out of my house. Also reblogging twice.
Can’t chance it
Last week was an actual shit show no way I’m fuckin risking it
My followers are so weird. Like I reblog pretty much anything that catches my eye so my whole blog is just a huge mess yet I still have people who follow me for long periods of time and are able to shift through this mess and find stuff they like.
I made a car advertisment out of this. XD But for real: I
fought a while with it and not only because the Audi gave me so much
trouble. Ignis I had to render twice, because the first pose was
completely wrong and Noct’s eyes are still off because the way the
reflections are hitting the iris is unpractical, but all in all – I am
quite pleased with it. The materials on the R8 came out better than I
thought. Many thanks to @impatient-traveler for providing the R8 – couldn’t have done it without you. ❤
I will take the car and both men. How much for an extended warranty on the package? Will my insurance cover accidental damage to the men if I, say, ride them off into the sunset too hard, or?
today at work a customer’s card didn’t go through so I asked them to try again and it worked that time and I mixed up saying “there we go” and “there it goes” and I ended up saying “there we goes" and I just
why is this so funny i almost pissed myself laughing for the better part of 5 minutes
THE BROS: If the Royal Tombs had been left in better condition, we’d have more weapons for the Armiger.
THAT 2,000 YEAR OLD FUCKER WITH HIS 117 WEAPONS ARSENAL: Yes…too bad…(kicks walls)…the old kings…(tears down a pillar)…didn’t know…(pours gasoline)…how to build things…(lights a match)…to last.
WHAT A PITY. “Natural” decay. Pff.
Now I can’t get the image of Ardyn, like, painting lewd graffiti all over some of the tombs.
And then the Chocobros finding it and just being like ????.
NOCTIS: I wish I knew what these inscriptions said…
IGNIS: (with a pained expression) This is actually a very clever pun…
NOCTIS: So, what does it mean?
IGNIS: (with a heavy sigh) It can mean either “Somnus is a dick” or Somnus likes dick".
NOCTIS: …
GLADIO: …
IGNIS: (under his breath) Learn Old Lucian they said. It’ll be fun, the said…
me, long ago, perfectly innocent: hm, i don’t have a lot of followers, but i wanna perform well for them so i’m going to construct a good queue system and post content that they’ll enjoy !!
I’m thankful for many things, and the holiday season just gives me an excuse to babble about some of them. My friends and family are a big part of that, of course. But I’m also thankful for the FFXV fandom community, even for all its flaws. I’ve had so much fun writing, connecting, and shitposting with all of you.
So, even though I am working on a day a lot of people have off, let me also be thankful for this gift from @ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade who not only kept that Ignis Hell gospel going strong, but supplies me with all sorts of Ignis gear I sprinkle around me to keep me smiling. You’re a gem, boo. Thanks for being you.
–the Only Mood everyone else knows about: i wanna do THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS and THIS and–SQUIRREL
–galaxy brain: i was listening to the lecture but the prof said something that reminded me of something else and now i’m not sure how much time i was lost in thought
–the tutorial only comes in video format: i’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove *hurls product & its tutorial video into the sun*
–damn you hyperfocus: i went to bed intending to wake up and write but this morning i was possessed by a cleanliness spirit and spent the next 14 hours organizing the apartment
–i dont think u tried at all.jpg: did i seriously spend an entire free day refreshing twitter b/c i didn’t want to spend 10 minutes finishing my hw but wouldn’t let myself do anything else until i finished it???? (yes)
–patrick star: *unlocks phone* time to check the weather. *opens twitter* the weather. *opens messenger* the weather. *opens mobage game* the weather. *opens facebook* the weather. *opens twitter again* THE WEA–
–smells like depression: literally everything is too boring. i’m going back to sleep
Alas, all my grand plans of sketching Ignis daily while I was out of town for Thanksgiving obviously never came to fruition. (╥﹏╥) I’m still two days away from returning home, and once I get there I have another work deadline to wrap up, so unfortunately my posting schedule will continue to be sporadic for another couple of weeks. Apologies!
[EDIT: Got in contact with the person who sent me the paints, thanks again friend!]
Look at this literal work of art featuring another work of art, Ignis Scientia
Fandom is such a weird place. Like I watched a tv show and thought “wow, these two nerds have a lot of chemistry and I’d like to dedicate a large chunk of my life to thinking about them” so I went in search of other people who also thought these two nerds had a lot of chemistry and then it turned out that a shit ton of people were talking about these two nerds having a lot of chemistry and now it’s 4 years later and we write each other porn on holidays.
Pairing: Ignis x Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst Rating: Pg-13 Wordcount:
11,221
Summary: Painting his portrait meant a long walk down memory lane for you.
Notes: Oh hello, long time no see guys? Uh… Have a thing. Dedicated to @ignis-scientia-estrogen-brigade and @im-9 for providing me the inspiration to do this with their gorgeous art and also @hypaalicious for encouraging me all the time.
You didn’t question how your name reached the ears of those responsible for such a grand task such as painting one of the great figures who assisted with the return of light. Monuments had already been built, and you were sure that there were others with talents much more desirable than your own who would fill the role you were asked to take. Upon looking at the handsome payment you were offered; however, whatever qualms you might have had about the entire world looking at your work were easily brushed aside.
No more than three weeks had passed since you accepted your new job. It had always been a lofty, childhood dream of yours to be the one who immortalize the most famed celebrities in a portrait. You never thought that such a dream would com true; yet less than a month after you had received the offer, you found yourself wandering the empty, partially repaired walls of the citadel like an old memory.
The ghostly echoes of footsteps that carried gossiping whispers hadn’t changed since the last time you let yourself get lost in the maze of hallways. The scent of dust and burned dreams made your eyes water, and you struggled to keep up with the brisk pace of the guard leading you. The supplies you were transporting rattled behind you in a little carrier that you were dragging. A few times, you had to ask him to pause, embarrassed that you had to maneuver the accursed thing around an obstacle when one of its wheels decided to stick right as you needed to make a turn. Your ankles ached from walking so much. The Citadel felt like a never ending maze, one more vast than the one you held in your memory. After what felt like an eternity of following your guide in circles, you were finally led into a well lit office to set up and wait for your model.
Now me? I’m a NSFW blog. I occasionally reblog raunchy fanart and pretty pictures of scantily clad hot people. This means that:
If people are browsing in Safe Mode (which is the default, CHEERS TUMBLR) and are not following me they will see nothing of mine in the search or tags.
Let me be clear: NOTHING OF MINE.
My whole blog is flagged as NSFW even though I mostly reblog stupid comics of tv characters failing to use stairs. So for every one NSFW post I have that these Safe Mode users don’t want to see, they’ll miss the nine other posts I make about werewolves in pink knitted sweaters.
Pretty shit huh? Oh wait, bro, it gets better.
That’s blogs flagged NSFW. Blogs flagged Adult have it INFINITELY shittier.
Porn-intensive blogs have ZERO visibility beyond the dash. Unless a user is following them,they are invisible. Even reblogs are tetchy because with the new restrictions, anyone reblogging NSFW content runs the risk of being flagged as NSFW themselves and thus might not take the risk.
So porn blogs: crippled, basically. No dicks and o-faces for you, tumblr users. But how’s this for another, infinitely more terrifying, approach: all those sex-ed blogs? All those beautiful how-to-masturbation, body-positive and sex-positive blogs? Under the current definitions:
You guessed it: they’re Adult. If they’re not flagged as such by the blog owners themselves, tumblr can do it for you:
“If you’re not sure how you should flag your blog you can leave it unflagged, but keep in mind that it may be flagged automatically.” (x)
So there you have it.
Fuck. Basically. Everything.
PS: Anyone wanting to turn Safe Mode off (because hey, if you haven’t checked yours yet, it’s totally on! YAY!):
Hit your settings icon
In the left hand menu hit Dashboard
And uncheck the “browse tag pages in safe mode”
It’s nowhere near a complete solution, but it’s as much as we’ve got right now.
* Or I’m assuming you’ll be able to? This feature is greyed out for me atm. A+ rollout of functionality there, tumblr.
i checked, and it does NOT have me automatically in safe mode. and i don’t remember ever unchecking it?
I have thought something was wrong when I couldn’t find anything in the search results… I have disabled safe mode long ago.. but ever since the ‘cookie’ rule from EU and the following update from Tumblr everything has turned sour.. I can’t find anything anymore. I can’t find a fix..
This must be why their search results have changed from no longer having that option to turn on and off 18+ content blogs 🤔🤔🤔
People will tell you that emotional abuse isn’t real and what you’re dealing with isn’t that big a deal and you’re just exaggerating, but let me tell you something.
If you’ve ever been wary of everyone you know, even people you trust, because you’re expecting them to get angry with you over literally anything, make fun of you, or start making threats, something’s wrong.
If you’ve ever had to plan things in anticipation of a potential tantrum that you fear will be taken out on you, something’s wrong.
If you succumb to someone’s demands because you’re never sure if their threats are empty or legit and you just want to play it on the safe side, something’s wrong.
If you find yourself jumping at smaller noises in anticipation that they’re a warning sign for a tantrum, something’s wrong.
If you hide things – especially things that make you happy – because you’re so afraid that they’ll make fun of you for liking them, scold you for liking something they don’t, take them away, destroy them, or that they’ll defile them and ruin that love you have for them, something’s wrong.
If you find yourself being silent in the face of mild disagreements or thinly-veiled insults, rather than standing up for yourself because you just don’t want to start an argument and make things worse, something’s wrong.
If that very lack of standing up for yourself eventually leads to you never offering your opinion in any sort of discussion out of fear of ridicule or being scolded because that’s what you’re so used to, something’s wrong.
If you end up spending a lot of your time in your room keeping to yourself and keeping any trip outside of your room to an absolute minimum because you don’t want to risk putting one toe out of line and setting off a tantrum, yet you’re also aware that hiding out will also cause an issue and you’re probably just minimizing the risk instead of erasing it entirely, something’s wrong.
If you ever habitually glance outside the window to keep watch for your supposed abuser’s car to return from their work, errand or trip, and then heading to your room or other hiding place to keep out of their way, erasing any obvious signs that you’ve been out and about in the rest of your living space, something’s wrong.
If one of your greatest fantasies involves not a dream career or winning the lottery but instead an escape plan succeeding, something’s wrong.
If you could basically summarize your life as living in constant, subtle fear, Something. Is. Wrong.
Emotional abuse is very, very real, and it has lasting consequences that can affect people’s relationships, their jobs, and their lives all-around.
This is a big, giant list of Youtube tutorials that will teach you all the basic life skills you need to know in order to be a functional adult. There are a lot of important skills that aren’t included in this list, but this should be enough of a basic guide to get you started and prevent you from making a total mess of yourself. Happy adulting!
If there’s ever anything you want that isn’t on this list…youtube it. Everyone always comments on my handiness, but everything I know comes from an old guy and his iphone.
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m certain you would have found an excuse to put me in this contraption in any case.”
Prompto giggled from the other side of the room, fitting his camera up to his face and taking a few shots of the disgruntled strategist. “Well… you look good in it, Iggy. Honestly. Neither Noct nor I could pull it off.”
“I doubt that I can remove this without help and a few shears,” Ignis retorted, sucking in his breath as Gladio tightened the laces near the small of his back. The outfit fit him like the second skin that it was, and he wondered which Astral was to blame for specifically singling him out for this unique form of humiliation. It was likely the same one that brought a flush to his cheeks every time Gladio “accidentally” brushed against his ass, and maybe also screwed up the part of his brain that would normally be fighting tooth and nail at this.
“But you got a butt now,” Gladio praised, continuing his progress. Having helped Iris in a few fancy dresses meant that doing this task was easy. But unlike with his sister, he found his amber eyes traveling the figure Ignis had in the skintight suit and wondering if he always had those lithe curves or if it was the way the light was hitting him.
“Are you quite finished?” Ignis pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose irritably, folding his arms and wincing at the squeak the patent leather made. “I’d like to get this over with.”
Putting the finishing touches on the laces, Gladio gave the strategist a clap on the back before stepping back. Noct opened the door they were facing, revealing a full length mirror on the inside of the closet, and Ignis’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the view.
“… my word.” A faint pink tinge crawled up his neck. “This is insanely impractical.”
“But insanely hot. Here,” Noct walked up and placed the police hat on his head, grinning. Ignis fussed with it, not liking anything covering up his hair. That was… until he noticed the other boys staring at him with barely concealed hunger. Just like that, his heart rate kicked up a few notches, and he pulled the bill of the hat down to cover his eyes as he coughed awkwardly. It wasn’t hard to realize why they all insisted that he wear it.
And if he was being honest with himself, he also knew why he agreed to it in the first place.
“Well. Shall we?” Ignis took all the carefully acquired decorum a man like him naturally possessed and walked towards the door to the room as if it was just a normal Tuesday. “Which one of you will have the sewing kit ready once I turn too quickly to apprehend a daemon and cause my knickers to split in an instant?”
“Uh… well, I can’t sew…” Prompto said sheepishly.
“So I guess you’ll just have to trust us to cover you,” Gladio folded his arms and winked.
None of it was terribly reassuring to Ignis, but what else could he do but see it through?
Video based on quantum physics. The colored balls are placed together alone by the resonance of the quartz crystals. Each color has a different resonance. In the same way we group the people that vibrate in the same frequency. This is how the universe works.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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