all the king’s men

indie, private, & selective Ignis Scientia — Final Fantasy XV

[thethirdseat]

                        “I also take offense to my portrayal                             as a megalomaniacal madman.”

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[descientia]

—( endwalker kidnapped me completely, I’m so sorry.

[descientia]

so incidentally—

@thethirdseat

[vaultism-archive-blog]

Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

[descientia]

—( endwalker kidnapped me completely, I’m so sorry.

[gonemechaniic]

[gonemechaniic]

a 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 soul with 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 eyes  𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 thoughts & a ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒

Indie/private/canon divergent Cindy Aurum of FFXV // adored by dani

[descientia]

—( I should probably warn that I might will definitely be scare this week because I’m otherwise occupied reaping souls as a bunny man on the moon.

Still keeping an eye on my threads and thinking about them, just totally consumed by endwalker atm!

[daily-deliciousness]

Pumpkin creme brulee

[descientia]

avulsusprinceps​ —

● – || Boy,  oh BOY does the Crown Prince have that smirk memorized like the back of his hand . Frankly , he has had each of Ignis’ various smirks memorized since he was in high school . [ [ T h i s ] ] smirk , that the Prince’s dear Advisor held across his lips , was one of DARING . As if , he is toying with the Prince to actually follow through with his words . While yes , Noctis could be a brat when he [ [ w i s h e d ] ] to be – this moment being no exception – he could also play fair . 

Since Ignis’ words and expression were daring him to play his cards right , he was going to do just that . 

With a smirk of his own , the Crown Prince bowed at the waist , using his right arm for emphasis . 

“ Of course , your Majesty . Anything you wish . That’s how it works , isn’t it ? ” He rose back up with a smile , shifting his weight from [ [  o n e ] ] foot to the other . 

“ You can have three wishes . How about that , Specks ? No wishing for more … And [ [ n o t h i n g ] ] involving food . ”

- — —  Hmm, too predictable to use a wish to force Noct to eat a proper meal, then. And of course it is, because it would be practical to do so, because he persistently eats like rubbish, which necessitates Ignis to persistently remind him not to, no matter how many times the request has been issued before.

- — —  But Ignis is not one to deal too hastily with such a boon. Whether Noct is teasing him or not, three open-ended wishes promised to be granted by the Crown Prince — by Noct, his title be damned ( though all the more valuable for him happening to be the Crown Prince ) — is not a matter to be taken lightly. That’s a degree of power he is handing to Ignis which would be unwise to give so freely to anyone else; it does not elude him.

- — —  It has a strategic value. And he would be nothing to his prince if he did not consider that properly. A slender eyebrow arches as he weighs its potential and possibilities, the metaphorical gears turning behind shrewd jade eyes. It is a test of his most prized skills as much as it is a game for Noct; for Ignis, the game is in testing himself to utilize those three wishes as effectively as possible. He will win this, even if there is nothing that needs to be won.

- — —  When he speaks, his velvet voice is confident and smug, as much to toy with Noct and compel him to worry about what he has chosen as much as it is true satisfaction with his own choice ( though he is satisfied with it ). “Very well... My first wish:” Arms folded, smirk only wider now, he leans in for the suspense. For the drama of it. For the simple pleasure of taking another two seconds to keep Noct waiting for his decree. And he watches his eyes, carefully, as he does. ( That is a different pleasure entirely. ) “You will begin taking a multivitamin, beginning tomorrow. The large ones. Daily.”

[amy-d7]

nice teamwork…

[descientia]

The Muse’s Mother

General Information:

Full Name: Lauretia Honneur Scientia

Maiden Name: Lauretia Honneur

Nickname(s): Laure, Lady Scientia, Mother

Date of Birth: Sometime around 709 ME probably.

Nationality: Lucian

Ethnicity: Tenebraen

Occupation: Lady of House Scientia

Religion: Hexatheism // Worship of the Six

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance:

Face Claim: None

Height: 5′8″

Weight: ‎~130 lbs.

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Green

Distinguishing Features: Tall, thin, graceful. A handsome sort of beauty; Ignis most certainly has her cheekbones, brow structure, and coloring. Possessed of all the graces a noble lady would be expected to have, also very clever and witty. In polite company, she always had a pleasant smile, but if she liked you it might be more of a playful smirk. She was loving to Ignis, proud of him, and rather doted on him, but held him to high standards. She was his sole parent in his teen years, and they were fairly close despite that they mostly lived apart ( Ignis at the Citadel and later his apartment; his mother at Scientia Manor ). Lady Scientia died when Ignis was seventeen. Noct and Gladio would have known her ( and hopefully have fond memories of her? ).

Background:

Hometown: Insomnia, Lucis

Current Residence: Scientia Manor ( Somnus Heights, Insomnia )

Financial Status: Wealthy, but not among the wealthiest of nobles.

Education Level: Educated.

Father: Lord Tristán Honneur; he was an ambassador from Tenebrae.

Mother: Lady Vivienne Honneur; also Tenebraen, she attended the 111th Queen of Lucis ( Mors’s mother ).

Siblings: None

Spouse: Veritas Invictus Scientia

Children: Ignis Stupeo Scientia

Tagged by: @cookignis, who graciously gives in to my selfish demands. Tagging: @praesidioest @arachnexdragoon @aegisregalis @amicitiaeclipse @somnusvincitomnia @totustuumegosum @gaudiacertaminis @bladestruck @scarletcommodore @marie-dufresne @bestchocobro @ravusnightblossom @nomadicnovice @nightlightroyalty & also everyone else in existence because I love this meme.

[allofeos]

This is actually north of the Citadel, and the old building from Versus, unfortunately incomplete!

[descientia]

@inscmnus​ —

"High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life, fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time, hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends"

- — —  It must have been some sort of poem, Ignis thought, as they sat together otherwise in silence upon the grass, looking out over the rocky shores of Cape Caem. It was peaceful here, and they needed that right now. Below, the lapping of the Cygillan against the cliffside was rhythmic and continuous, producing a comforting source of constancy — of predictability. Precious else was anything but chaotic right now.

- — —  But they, too, were a constant. How many times in their childhood had they sat together like this, naming the stars, or waiting for Noct to catch a fish? Far more often back then than any time in recent years, to be certain, but right now, when home was otherwise lost to them ... it was nice. It was a constant.

- — —  The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the ocean. Miles from here, their home was under imperial occupation, possibly in ruins. But here ... here it was peaceful. “We don’t know how it ends,” Ignis contested, whether Noct meant it or not. “But for what it’s worth, you’ll never crash alone.”

[nctis]

[descientia]

dragoonxdive​ —

Aranea was sitting around the campfire. Everything was so messy nowadays; it had been years now. The world was becoming darker and darker, and there were more daemons and less hunters. She worried, all the time, about everyone. Sometimes, she thought it was what she deserved for having worked for the Empire for this long, and she HATED that thought. 

She couldn’t say she was surprised when Ignis joined her, though. He was so brave. Even if he was blind, he had learned to fight again, had learned to do so in a different way. It was RELIEVING to have him around, even if she would never admit such a thing.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine.” She assured with a pat on his arm. She had smirked, too, but because he couldn’t see her, she needed to make him understand she was. No, she wasn’t entirely fine, but she also didn’t feel too lonely, which made things better. 

- — —  “Well, I know you can handle yourself,” he agreed, stopping just beside her and folding his arms with a wry smirk. He hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing her fight them, per se, but they had joined forces enough times that he knew she was a force to be reckoned with.  “Indeed, I fear more for the daemons’ safety than yours.”

- — —  It was then that he took his seat beside her, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth and the comforting crackle of the fire. Everything was so cold and damp these days. He peeled his gloves off and outstretched his bare hands ( fingers calloused; his left hand snaked with scars ) toward the heat. “My curiosity is more towards why you came all the way out here alone?”

[descientia]

—( all right, I have most things from my drafts in the queue, as well as a few other things. Unfortunately Tumblr won’t seem to let me adjust the pacing of the queue, so it’s all going to spit out at various times throughout the day tomorrow anyhow. I’ll be in Eorzea, so enjoy. <3

[dizzymoogle]

Frustration

[descientia]

triggerxhappy​ —

Prompto had been apart of the group from a moment now. Since Insomnia had fallen, he was so damn ANXIOUS. And they had met this Ardyn guy, who had ended up being the Chancellor of Niflheim Empire. What if he knew who Prompto really was ? What if his friends found out where he was truly form ? Would they truly want him around ? It scared him so damn much.

He forced a smile in Ignis’ direction when the other arrived, but of course, the advisor was too smart to believe him. Prompto sighed. “Alright, alright, you can stay with me.” He finally said. “I just… I just want to make sure everything will work out in the end.”

- — —  Ignis was a man of many talents, but alas, clairvoyance was not one of them. Given that, his best guess as to the source of Prompto’s melancholy was uncertainty about the situation at hand for all of them. Fortunately for Prompto and his secrets, that was an excellent and believable alibi.

- — —  He took a seat next to Prompto, considering what words to offer as he lowered himself onto the flat stone at the edge of where they made camp. Ignis was not one for pretty lies and false promises. “None can say what lies ahead,” he reasoned, “but I have full faith in Noct and his calling. Whether he feels it right now or not, he is a born leader, and I truly believe he will rise to the occasion when it is needed of him. All that we can do — is support him.”

- — —  The sun was setting and the dishes were cleared, and Ignis’s countenance bore the exhaustion of a man who had put in a solid day. Sitting was a much needed reprieve. But his head was tilted just slightly and his light green eyes fixed upon Prompto, as though considering him properly for the first time. “But what of you? You had family in Insomnia, yes? Or is it something else on your mind?”