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@austeros
out: i have almost finished making my first theme, ever. so between that and other muses that’s where i am. skype and discord are available; hit me up.
For of sugar and ice. I am made.
please note; a HIGHLY triggering character designed to fit into the wonderful wizarding world of HARRY POTTER, interact at YOUR own risk. // written, created and directed by SASH.
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ignoct + selections from o captain! my captain!
noctis: on your feet, soldier. ten-hut! ignis: so you’re a captain? noctis: that’s insubordination.
“ for the love of all things, please tell me you didn’t pick that up in LESTALLUM! their markets have questionable hygiene standards at best. ”
let it be known, that i adore writing with duplicates. that i adore writing with past and future duplicates. that i adore brother or twin aus. that i adore writing. if intimidate you, or haven't replied to a message you inboxed me, hit me up again. I adore to write.
AUSTEROS:
spanish definition: severe or strict in manner or attitude.
heart-wrenching / @silvaer
it hadn’t been on purpose that ignis had been awake overnight, once he had been heavy sleeper, back in insomnia where he hadn’t ever needed to fear - where he and his brothers were always safe. his eyes remained glued to the roof of the caravan listening intently to the other men’s snores that echoed through the run down caravan, he paused for a moment silencing his breathing as he heard a whimper, and then a whine. Noct?
pulling himself from the mattress, fingers reaching for his glasses that sat neatly upon the bedside table, careful not to wake the shield who often shared the bed with him, he exited the room quietly, closing the door behind him as he did. soundlessly he gracefully glided across the caravan to the other end, tugging the curtains open to peer through the gap his eyes scanning over the sleeping prince. the blonde haired boy that lay besides him thrashed across the bed once again, another whine through clenched teeth escaping his lips.
carefully he entered the room, squeezing himself between the two boys, his fingers instinctually wrapping themselves around the younger. “ prompt, prompt. you’re alright. ” his words soft, as one hand lacing through the others blonde locks, he held him close to his chest, rocking him gently. “ prompt wake up. ”
consider this a starter call, hit the heart and i’ll tag you in something. most likely heart wrenching.
heroscar:
an allegiance sworn to the soon-to-be king —— the blood of protectors pumping through his veins; a duty thrust upon him, though hardly minded… treated with the utmost respect, with pride that he could not begin to form in words. though it all went so much deeper than that. the creation of a four person family… unspoken attachments, yet a brotherhood assembled without the need for speech. the duty of someone willing to die so someone else could live —— not only the royalty he swore by, but the others that had his back, no mater what.
silence had lingered between two eldest men of their tight knit band of troublemakers and the greater good combined… the ‘kids’, already asleep inside the caravan. the shield, however, would refuse to leave his side. the unbearable guilt enough to keep him awake —— so why bother, anyway ? ❝ iggy, ❞ voice uneven, unsure, completely out of character for the brawny, confident, and outgoing persona of the amicitia.
there’s a sigh, not at the situation, and no, never towards the other… but at himself, for being so unable to scan his mind for the proper words to acknowledge what had happened, and whose fault it was. his, always his. the heavy burden of failing to keep someone who meant so much to you, safe. cold feet, you could call it, as another sigh passes through parting lips… amber optics hidden by firmly closed eyelids. maybe later they could discuss it. ❝ —— can i get ya’ something ? ❞ / @austeros.
he could feel the heat from the remaining embers flickering across his face, the sounds of the two youngest of the brotherhood snoring away upon the mattress’ in the caravan - - the awkward shifts of the shield upon the camp chair next to him - sounds that he had never been attuned to before, though it hardly mattered anymore.
the darkness had consumed his sight entirely, and it was unlikely to ever return - though he ensured to maintain a fallacy of hope upon tight features, something to hold the group together, to silence the bickering that had come to par between the boys. the bickering that they entered when they assumed ignis wasn’t around, when they assumed he was out of earshot -.- he didn’t need to read their faces to pick up on their moods.
the sounds of the others uneven voice tugging him from the threshes of his mind, head flicking up to where the familiar voice had sounded from, almost an automatic reaction at this point. a pointed sigh escaped his lips, the self blame evident in the others voice, even though it had been ig to turn around and break from position - something that gladiolus had zero control over, something the shield could never had anticipated. his eyes close for a moment, but for nothing more, as his own screams from that day still haunt his nightly thoughts -.- oh he could remember everything. the searing pain upon his own features, his hands flying up to protect his face, his own screams of pain echoing off the altissa architecture, and the blackness that happened almost instantaneously, his hands reaching out for anyone and anything, brushing lightly against what he had assumed was the shield’s ankle “ i can’t - gladi - i can’t see! “
but that was all in the past now.
“ gladi. ” he began ever so slowly, his tone somber as always. “ i have everything i’ll ever need right here. “ he replied quickly, as his digits raised to push his glasses back up his nose, flinching automatically as they brushed gently along what he assumed to be magnificent scars. / @heroscar
How well do I portray my muse? On anon or not, give me your thoughts!
ignis' kink: three seconds of peace and quiet.
NAME OF YOUR MUSE : Ignis Scientia ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE’S FC :
TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE :
King Regis informed Ignis prior to the take over of Insomia that it was going to happen, and entrusted his son’s life to the advisor. Ignis was responsible for getting the prince to safety, and keeping the Lucis bloodline safe.
During the final battle, Ignis used all his strength and energy to keep the boys healed instead of fighting, sacrificing his own life in the process.
THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME :
cooking.
cleaning.
mumnising the chocobros.
SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES : ( in no particular order )
gladio.
noctis.
prompto.
king regis.
cindy.
iris.
ravus.
TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS :
not being present to aid in the defense of insomnia, even though he knows it is illogical.
ever making prompto feel unwanted or unneeded.
TWO PHOBIAS YOUR MUSE HAS :
Atychiphobia ; Fear of Failure – the extreme or abnormal fear of failing.
Scotomaphobia: Scotomaphobia is a fear of blindness.
TAGGED BY : noone. TAGGING : if you haven’t done it yet — you’re tagged !
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
this is something that i’ve wanted to write for a long time, but has anyone else felt that gladi’s reaction after ignis loses his sight a little, guilt ridden??
that would be because i firmly believe that gladi is partly responsible for ignis’ loss of vision and that during the leviathan attack on altissia, something went seriously wrong during the evacuation of the residents of the city, which caused ignis to turn back and break from the plan, gladi in danger. a situation that had never arisen before, a situation where if ignis didn’t do something drastic - the loss of gladi’s life would have been inevitable. so ignis didn’t even pause when he flung himself in front of gladi to protect him, something he would do over again a thousand times. he hurled himself directly infront of the the chancellor’s attack, between the leviathan destroying the city, and the imperials. the last thing ignis remembers actually seeing is, “ the chancellor,” though between the chaos and ignis breaking from his position to save the life of his friend, he is unsure which attack actually caused his blindness. but for certain ignis turning to save his friend, did eventuate into his blindness.
now later on through the next chapters we view gladio taking his anger out on noct. the pair constantly fighting, even between ignis’ displeased interjections. now no-one who is simply just “upset for his friend” would display these emotions, or at least take his frustrations out upon the prince. these are the actions of someone who blames themselves directly, he even goes as far to try and get ignis removed from the party for his wellbeing, for the safety of the party, but also because ignis is a constant reminder of the one time that gladi actually failed.
Vincent Price in Laura (1944)
“ DON’T THINK I won’t come in there, now come out and show me, RAVUS!”
( @aurescere )