𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝,

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲.

[arustel]

im just here to tell mari to get the fuck off of ignis

[igtia]

mind your fuckign business

[arustel]

: }

    ‘    lovely  smile  as  always!    ’

[igtia]

"hey iggy," shoots him twice with his finger guns "gotcha! now what're you gonna do??"

   looking  up  from  his  place  in  front  of  the  cutting  board,  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞’𝐥𝐥  𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞;  dropping  the  knife,  ignis  places  a  hand  on  where  the  pretend  bullet  wounds  should  be,   ‘‘   not  cook  dinner,  clearly.  what  a  pity.  𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘯𝘰𝘸  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘪’𝘮  𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥  ?   ’’

@isolov.  ♡

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

All we are is representation, what we appear to be & are, & are not, And representation is all we remember,

Something hesitating & looking back & caught for a moment.

Larry Levis, from section 6 of “Elegy for Whatever Had a Pattern in It,” Elegy (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1997)

[love1etter]

ig: @w_ddiny

[igtia]

‘hey, let’s dance again. follow my lead!’

   𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀  𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀  𝗮  𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁  𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.  the  insomnian  assemble  and  the  same  scores,  feet  shuffling,  a  clink  of  champagne  flutes.  it’s  part  of  his  upbringing,  undeniably.  it’s  the  regal  flush  of  opulence.  it’s  where  you  find  proposals  to  the  dance  floor,  the  angels  of  the  paintings  looking  in.

   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

   there’s  no  chandelier  looming  over  their  heads,  or  a  reminder  there’s  people  waiting,  expecting.  but  those  two  could  very  well  be  the  stars,  a  conglomerate  above,  watching,  so  why  be  shy  of  giving  them  a  show  ?

   ‘‘   of  course.   ’’   he  predicts  with  senses,  mostly.  a  visualization  of  her  voice,  and  the  hyper - awareness  of  his  steps.  for  a  language  like  dancing,  you  only  need  for  someone  else  to  speak  it  with.  he  complies,  follows  her  steps,  and  speaks  up  only  after  he’s  made  her  twirl,  returning  to  her  place  between  his  arms,   ‘‘    we  would’ve  had  a  riveting  time  at  insomnian  balls,  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘸𝘦  𝘮𝘦𝘵  𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳.  a  partner  like  you  would’ve  made  them  feel  less  of  a  formality,   ’’   these  hypotheticals,  as  do  the  mental  images,  come  like  visions,  come  naturally.  another  twirl  then.  he’s  keeping  the  tempo  to  the  songs  he  couldn’t  think  of  forgetting.

   ‘‘   but,  in  that  case,   ’’   he’s  slowing  the  waltz,  each  thing  left  its  time  and  place.  the  now,  the  night.  ignis  smiles.   ‘‘   𝐰𝐞’𝐥𝐥  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐮𝐩  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬  𝐰𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝’𝐯𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝.   ’’ 

@arustel. ♡

[igtia]

have you ever breastfed noctis or the other chocobros? 🤔

[igtia]

she's staring at him. for what reason? the world may never know... / frm lightning ^^

oh..well hes blind he wont even know shes staring at him.. :pensive:

[igtia]

there's a giddy smile on her face as she finishes tying the blindfold around his eyes, trying not to giggle as she gently leads him by the hand into the next room. she stops him right before they reach it, a table with a paopu cheesecake kairi had made herself. she tells him he can remove the blindfold before crying "surprise! i thought since you'd been so nice making things for me & helping me cook i'd make something for you!" it's not nearly as refined as his dishes but perhaps it'll do.

          »   @islelight.

   while  he’s  never  particularly  comfortable  with  losing  a  sense  of  vision,  𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘀  𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘀  𝗸𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶  𝘁𝗼  𝗯𝗲  𝗮  𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱  𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲.  what  peaks  his  interest  is  what  she  might  have  in  store  for  him,  give  these  are  quite  the  theatrics  to  lead  him  to  it  !  when  the  blindfold  is  removed,  he  understands  the  thought  behind  the  process. 

   ‘‘  that’s  very  kind  of  you,  kairi.   i’m  very  impressed---------  it  looks  delicious,   ’’   a  closer  look,  taking  in  the  presentation  and  faint  sweet  scent. needless to say,  he’s  convinced  she  poured her  heart into  making  it.  cutting  a  slice  for  them  both,  he  smiles  before  the  taste  test:  the tropical  favor  strikes  him  first,  only  to  be  subdued  by  the  creaminess  in  a  complex  work  of  tastes.  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘴𝘩𝘦  𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥  𝘪𝘵  𝘣𝘺   𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧  !

   ‘‘   ah,  allow  me  to  rephrase:  it  𝙞𝙨  absolutely  delicious.  should  we  call  in  the  others  ?  i’m  sure  they’d  never  forgive  me  for  keeping  this  to  myself.   ’’

[zacksoldiers]

- So what now, Sergeant No-Specs? - I brought along a secret weapon, just in case.

[ps1]

supala

[igtia]

hey who r u have't seen u around here before stud

IM NOT A FAKE IGNIS STAN I SWEAR 

[igtia]

i. love. ignis. scientia.

[igtia]

u___u

hewwo ? lady luna ? n_n

[memories]

If the groundhog sees @igtia, that’s 6 more weeks of winter.

[iruditry-a-deactivated20210622]

@igtia

[igtia]

❛ some say god is where we put our sorrow. ❜

          »   @wynterkiss + meme. *  not   accepting  !

   𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐨𝐟  𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧,  the  same  way  you  don’t  offer  your  grief  to  gods.  disappointment  fits  easily,  then.  and  so  does  the  lifelong  dilemma  of  giving  up  and  giving  in.  giving  up  pride  and  giving  in  to  the  imbalance.  comprehending  nature  for  what  it  is:  predatory.  there  are  worse  ways  ignis  can  word  that,  and  all  of  those  are  never  out  loud.  she  might  know  them  all  already.  he  can  tell  without  even  seeing.  he  might’ve  exposed  them  himself,  in  fact,  when  he  tightened his  jaw,  pressed  his  lips  in  a  line———

   the  bottom  line  follows.

   ‘‘   i  hope  for  the  day  it  proves  to  be  too  much  of  a  handful  for  them.  𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭  𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.   ’’

[igtia]

ok ill shut up and write but you know who got the short end of the stick........... ravus mgMBNGF