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Have you ever gotten any fan art for your works?
Yes! @artzgromet drew me Ignis wearing Gladio’s hoodie after a drabble I wrote in which Ignis was wearing the hoodie and nothing else. I haven’t transferred all my files over here from my old computer yet, though, so I can’t post it!
Thanks for asking. <3
Random question, but I've been meaning to ask for freaking ages.....but does your name "roguelioness" have anything to do with Tamora Pierce and Alanna??? Seriously this has been on the tip of my tongue to ask for so long.
Hah, I’ve been asked that a lot!
Only partially. The Song of the Lioness was/is one of my favorite books (I love the series) but I chose lioness because I grew up in Africa, and they’re my favorite big cat! (Fun fact - I loooooooove all the big cats!)
Thanks for asking! :)
Our first set of reprintable stencils ready for order!
Just want to leave a YOU ARE AMAZING message for you! Thank you for all the beautiful words you write. I am in awe of what you do! ❤💙💚💛💜
Hello, gorgeous. Thank you so much for this! I’ve been feeling a little discouraged lately and this is a nice reminder. <3
Ignoct Drabble (cause I am addicted to it all) - Noctis wants to be helpful and reorganises Ignis' kitchen ... Any kindness you wish to bestow on this humble servant is greatly welcomed.
Sooo this turned into a parody simply because I can’t see Noct going to all this trouble just to be helpful xD Enjoy!
Kitchen (559 words)
Ah, cooking. In his own kitchen, Ignis feels very much like a king overseeing his kingdom, completely in control of every movement, every decision, every taste. Tonight, he’s planned a feast of roasted garlic fowl, tarnished with a creamy sauce over couscous imported from the southern isles. Exquisite, a meal fit for even the pickiest of princes (fitting, as he’ll be dining with one), and nearly complete save for a dash of herbs to garnish the piece. Ignis reaches into his spice cabinet, grabs the familiar tin….
And proceeds to sprinkle a layer of ground coffee beans all over his precious bird.
He stops. He looks from the ruined dish to the tin in his hand, to the cabinet above him. He screams.
“What?! What is it?!” Noct is rushing into the kitchen at full speed, the telling blue sparks of the armiger flaring to life around his fingertips. “Iggy, what happened?!”
“That!” The prince skids to a halt when he sees where his friend is pointing. “The cupboard! Everything is wrong. My spices are missing!”
It takes a moment for the adrenaline coursing through his veins to subside, but once it does Noct is caught between laughing and shrinking out of Iggy’s line of sight. Somehow, he manages a little of both at once. “Oh, yeah, spices. They’re, uh, in the pantry.”
A pause. Then, “Why would they be in the pantry?”
“Because I needed somewhere to put the coffee.”
Ignis turns - slowly, suspiciously - to meet his shifting eyes. “You put the coffee here?”
“Well, yeah.” Noct shrugs, trying and failing to look innocent under Iggy’s scrutiny. “It was in the way.”
“Of what?”
“The pasta.”
This time Ignis says nothing, but his piercing eyes are still fixed on Noctis. Who swallows and attempts to clarify. “Y’know, ‘cause it was in the cabinet to the right of the sink, which is the only place I could fit the cereal boxes when I had to make room for the tupperware.”
“Why,” Ignis begins slowly. “Were you moving the tupperware?”
Uhhh…. “They were blocking the cookies. Look, Iggy,” he says quickly, defensively the moment those green eyes start to roll back. “You’re the one who told me to ‘make myself at home.’ At my home, the snacks are not shoved in the back of the pantry so no one can ever find them.”
“Are you telling me you rearranged my entire kitchen just for a cookie?!”
“Well.” Noctis folds his arms over his chest. Rocks back on his heels as he feels the familiar warmth spread over his cheeks. “Yeah.”
Ignis falls quiet for a long moment. He looks around at his kitchen - at the cabinets filled with things out of place, at the traitorous coffee tin in his hand and the ruined meal beneath it. Then he looks back up at Noct, and despite (or perhaps because of) the ridiculousness of the situation, he laughs. “Fine, Noctis, it’s fine.”
“R-really?”
“Yes. But,” he smirks, setting down the coffee tin and striding right up to his prince. “You’re going to help me put everything back the way it was.” A groan. “After you help me eat dinner.” An even louder groan, which Ignis cuts off when he curls his thumb and forefinger around Noct’s chin. “And then, if you’re a good boy, perhaps I’ll let you have dessert, as well.”
Krem hits on my tal-vashoth inquisitor. Sweet wonderfulness insue please.
A belated birthday gift for the best among us. Enjoy <3
The Herald’s Rest was noisy and warm, full of laughing soldiers and songs. Kamura smiled over her tankard, she never thought when she woke up in that cold cell outside Haven that she would come to love these people and their cause. That she would lead and they would follow.
Funny the ways things worked out.
There was a crash as someone fell over taking chairs and wooden cups with them. Kamura glanced toward the noise, Bull’s Chargers were roaring with laughter swapping coins back and forth as bets were settled. They had been engaged in some kind of arm wrestling tournament and the victor hefted a fist into the air.
Kamura took another mouthful of her drink, she liked the Chargers (and their Captain) very much. They reminded her of her own rag tag mercenary group, family just as much as brother-in-arms.
Cremisius Aclassi, Bull’s lieutenant caught her gaze and wobbled a few steps closer.
“Your Worship.” He greeted her voice warm and slightly slurred from what was probably far too much red wine.
“Krem.” Kamura nodded. “I have told you to call me Kamura.”
“Yesss Your Worship.” Krem nodded all but falling into the chair next to her and propping an elbow on the table. “I have I ever told you that you have lovely eyes Your Worship?”
Kamura blinked and then leant in close smiling. “Thank you Krem but if you’re going to hit on me maybe call me by my name first.”
Krem’s brow furrowed and Kamura watched him mouth her title to himself confused.
“Hey Kadan.” A new voice, one that sent a shiver of wanting down Kamura’s back whispered in her ear. “Ready to get out of here?”
Kamura tipped her head back, The Iron Bull stood behind her chair reaching out to trail his fingers along her neck. He was giving her a very familiar look.
“I think I am but first I think we may need to put your lieutenant to bed.”
“Heh.” Bull looked at Krem and made a fond sound. “Sure. Do you want to carry him or shall I?”
“He’s not a child Bull I doubt he needs to be carried.” Kamura said guiding Krem to stand, the young man then promptly keeled over onto the tavern floor.
Bull laughed slapping his knee, “sorry Kadan you haven’t seen ‘Six Bottles In’ Aclassi before have you?”
Kamura resisted the urge to laugh before picking up Krem and easily balancing him in her arms. “Let’s put your son to bed then Bull.”
“Right behind you Kadan.”
It was like putting a child to bed, a sulky, drunken toddler who didn’t want to take off his armor and wouldn’t drink the water Kamura offered.
“Inquisitor?” Krem mumbled sleepily as they finally got him into bed.
“Yes Krem?”
“You have very nice arms, very strong. Good for holding.”
“Thank you Krem.” Kamura ruffled his hair. “Krem will you do something for me?”
“Anything Your Inquisitor-ship.”
“After this I think we are close enough that you must call me Kamura. Do you promise?”
“Promise.” Krem echoed before passing out into his pillow.
Bull slung an arm around Kamura and lead her out. “Ready for me to take you to bed Kadan?”
Kamura leant her head back against his shoulder, reaching up to tangle her fingers in the cord of his dragon tooth pendant. “You can take me anywhere Bull.” She said huskily.
Bull laughed, low and rich. “Kadan.” He whispered.
When Krem woke everything hurt. Had the sun always been so bright? Had the sound of soldiers drilling in the yard always been so Maker-forsaken LOUD? He would have lain in the relative comfort of his bunk for the rest of his life but he needed the privy and he had to make sure the other Chargers hadn’t caused too much property damage last night.
He found a handful of the others near the sparring ring having breakfast and laughing at some story Rocky was telling. They erupted into whistling and cheers as Krem approached however.
“Ooh look who it is.”
“Hey Krem de la creme didja get lucky last night?”
“I’m surprised you can still WALK.”
“Look at him he’s not walking very well.”
“QUIET!” Krem roared in his best ‘I am your commanding officer you little shits’ voice and immediately regretted it. His throat was raw and the volume made his already pounding headache worse.
The enthusiastic greeting quieted to giggles and the ten or so members of the band looked at him expectantly.
“Where are the others?” Krem rasped, reflexively taking the cup Dalish pressed into his hand. He took a few swallows, instantly feeling the better for it. “And is the Herald’s Rest still standing? No one’s had us drummed off the Inquisition’s payroll?”
Laughter erupted again.
“I told you he wouldn’t remember. I told you.” Skinner smirked. “Pay up.”
“Now, now.” Stitches cut in. “He might still remember.”
The expectant looks were back, the whole group staring at Krem like a pack of mabari and he some Fereldan lord.
Krem finished the cup, “what am I supposed to be remembering?” He sighed.
There were groans and exclamations of triumph and pouches of coins were produced and tossed back and forth in some incomprehensible pattern as bets were settled.
“The Inquisitor and the Chief took you to bed last night.” Skinner said counting her winnings.
“What?” Krem spluttered.
“After you hit on the Inquisitor.” She continued.
“WHAT???”
Dalish and Stitches leapt to their feet and began acting out what had had happened.
“Oh Inquisitor I must confess my undying love for you.” Stitches said taking Dalish’s hand and dropping to his knee.
“Oh Lieutenant…”Dalish said pressing a hand to her chest. “You know that this can never be. After all I am currently riding your…”
“STOP.” Krem interrupted. “That did not happen.”
“Oh fine… spoilsport.” Dalish muttered.
Stitches still on one knee said, “you know Your Worship you have the loveliest eyes.” He said in an uncanny impression of Krem.
Krem went cold. A hazy memory swimming back to him. Oh Maker. “I didn’t…”
“You did.” Dalish said. “And then you fell over and the Inquisitor carried you out of the pub.”
Grim silently approached behind Dalish and swung her up into a bridal carry,
“Whoop… like that.” Dalish said.
Krem had never been more embarrassed in his life. Oh no, oh no, no, no, no,no. He spun on his heel. He had to go and apologise right now.
He ignored the Chargers hooting and screaming behind him.
“Go get her lover boy.”
“Fight the Chief for her Krem.”
“Remember he’s weak on his left side.”
He was half a dozen steps into the Great Hall when he realised that this may not be such a great idea. The Inquisitor was seated at a long table on the dais where her throne normally sat, a handful of friends seated beside her.
No, Krem thought this was a terrible idea. He’d find her later, in private and apologise for his forwardness. He’d…
“Krem!” The Inquisitor called waving him to her. “Come, sit.”
Stiffly Krem marched the length of the hall and came to stand beside Kamura’s chair, “thank you Your Worship but…”
“Another chair for Lieutenant Aclassi please.” Kamura murmured to a servant.
“No, no. The Lieutenant may have my seat.” Cullen said rising to his feet passing off his empty plate. He nodded to Krem. “Lieutenant.”
“Commander.” Krem nodded back taking the seat.
“How are you feeling Krem?” The Inquisitor asked, offering him a plate of sausages. “Would you like some breakfast?”
Krem felt his stomach turn, “no thank you Your Worship.”
“Some tea then?” Kamura waved over a girl with a pot.
“Uh… sure. Thank you.”
“I take it by your address you don’t remember much of last night.”
“I… um…”
“You promised to call me Kamura.”
“Oh. Did I?”
“You did indeed.”
“Oh… umm.. very well Ka..mur..a.” Krem blushed.
The Inquisitor beamed at him. “There now that wasn’t so hard was it?”
“Inqui… Kamura about what I said last night I wanted to…”
Kamura held up her marked hand cutting him off. “If the next word out of your mouth is sorry I don’t want to hear it. You certainly didn’t say anything inappropriate or offensive. You are a dear friend and I hope that we can enjoy that friendship as equals.”
“Yes of course.” Krem put down his cup and clenched his fists under the table so she couldn’t see his hands shaking. “Friends.” And honestly that sentiment warmed his soul to have someone has fierce and as clever and inspiring as the Inquisitor see him not only as a friend but as an equal. It was almost more than he could bear.
A hooded messenger appeared at Kamura’s elbow. “Inquisitor.” She murmured. “Sister Leliana’s report from Emprise du Lion has arrived, she has word of our missing scouts. She has already called for the Commander and Lady Montilyet.”
Kamura shot to her feet, “excellent I will meet them at the War Table.” She looked back to Krem eyes crinkling as she smiled at him. “An Inquisitor’s work is never done.”
“Good luck. Kamura.” Krem raised his tea cup in salute. “And maybe you can join the other Chargers and I for a drink later?” They would never let him live it down but it would be worth it.
Kamura nodded. “I’d like that.”
Krem watched her go. Friends, he liked the sound of that. A friendship with someone like Kamura who was kind and clever was a wonderful thought.
And she really did have amazing eyes.
"ENOUGH!" He shouted, his hands trembling by his side + tipping point for Gladnis
Hello, Kami <3 I’m combining your prompt with one from the lovely @sauronix, “After alternate ending, Gladio marries a woman to carry on the Amicitia line.” I suspect you did not expect the angst came up with - but I hope you both enjoy it! <3
Ignis studied his reflection in the mirror solemnly, though it really wasn’t necessary. His suit was as immaculate as his clothing always was and not a hair was out of place. The scars marring his fine-boned features only added to his beauty, enhancing the sharp planes and brilliant eyes.
Today was Gladio’s wedding day.
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My beautiful Xy, it has been forever since I sent you an ask! Have 3 ;) 44. Last line you wrote, 25. Have you ever cried whilst writing a story, 6. If you had to delete a story and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?
Good morning my darling Kami, it is always a joy to find you in my asks! <3
44) What is the last line you wrote?
Ignis just knew they’d experience it all together. And that was enough.
25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?
Many times. There was a spot in Awakenings that made me sob like a little baby, and I’ve cried probably a half dozen times at least while writing What Would Happen.
6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?
Hmm. This is hard. Maybe Owies, Cookies, and Flowers, which I wrote because of my need to write every prompt day for a fan week, but I still don’t really like.
Thanks for asking! <3
