#liibra-elementia

[culinarystrategist]

My Tumblr Crushes:

happy sunshine boy

creepy trash boyfriend

2 expensive 4 me

other me

food-sex-food guy

amazing girlfriend lady

the walking frown

angry pretty child

the voice of my conscience

[no-consequence]

⚠️ Demonic dependencies ⚠️

@liibra-elementia​

So far Ardyns plan had been going wonderfully. Three years of eternal darkness with Noctis safely tucked away within the crystal. The slow downfall of humanity and the ever growing deamon threat. Eventually something would have to give.

That something happened to be a miscalculation on his part. Call it arrogance, having always deemed the deamons beneath him until one had split him right down the middle. The Behemtoh was a new edition to insomnia, the 'king' breed more so. Ardyn had paid it no mind as he ventured outside the castle, most creatures giving him a wide berth. Unfortunately for this instance, his aura had only seemed to entice the creature instead of scare it away.

It wasn't enough to kill the man, nothing bar Noctis was, but being torn asunder was enough to put a damper on anyone's day.

With all the magic he'd been using keeping his plan in action he struggled to reform, body a bloodied mass of flesh and viscera until slowly he was pulled together, leaving him black eyed and bloodied, clutching at his still vivisected stomach.

The more magic he expanded, the less solid a hold on his humanity he was able to retain, reverting back to a creature more akin to the deamons swarming within his soul.

He let out a low, pained whine, lips curled away from jagged fangs, pulling his mangled body away from the main street and into one of the side alleys. A task in its own right, made harder so by his own organs trailing behind.

Disgusting.

Shallow panting emitted from bloodied lips while yellow eyes stared out into the darkness, flickering back and forth like a trapped animal, metaphorical hackles on edge as he emitted a low aura of 'stay the fuck away', which lucky for him, the lesser daemons seems to take heed.

The same could not be said for humans though.

Footsteps set him on edge, the groan shifting to a deep growl now, pushing himself back further, getting tangled in his own coat and gore as he scrambled to his feet only to drop down to his knees in a moment.

Shit.

[chosenbythecrystal-archived]

@liibra-elementia liked this Vampire starter call.

Lucian royalty had been made up of vampires for generations and Noctis was no different. Over the years, there had been some change over the hierarchy – under the rule of King Regis, humans were no longer to be treated like lesser beings, treated like slaves and in return, humans were expected to donate blood to the city’s blood bank to provide the vampire population without resorting to murders.

It wasn’t a perfect system and of course there were rogue vampires, but it was a hell of a lot better than how things had been during Mor’s reign.

As the Prince, he was expected to have a retainer and his father had gone to great lengths to find one willing to allow his son to feed from him. The boy’s name was Ignis Scientia and he was only a few years older than Noctis himself. Regis hoped that by allowing them to grow up together, they would form a bond and truthfully, they had.

The Prince was eighteen now and at that point would stop ageing at the same rate as a human – he would age one year for every ten that a human did. Over the years, he’d grown close to Ignis and it was no secret that the Prince hated feeding from him.

He’d avoided doing so for the past week and was beginning to grow weak. He had spent all day in his room, curtains closed to keep out the light and refused to let anyone in. Some of their staff were human and he didn’t want to risk his blood lust getting the better of him. 

[thekingsshield]

coffee B)

Drabble List!  Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours.

    Gladio hates coffee. He will say it time and time again. He fucking hates coffee. It’s so goddamn bitter. Gladio hates himself whenever he has coffee. He’s not quite the guy for it. And so what happens the one time he has coffee so his friends stop fucking asking him when he doesn’t like it?

    The Shield sat in his lawn chair twitching and shaking his leg. He looked around. Well, guess it was time for a talk with Ignis. He hasn’t talked with Ignis in an hour. He wants to talk with Ignis. Talk with Ignis. Why can he not talk with Ignis? To talk, Gladio must open his mouth. Okay, mouth open. Time for words. Words made by syllables. Words made by letters. Letters made by lines. Lines made by people or machines depending on the–SHUT UP. TIME FOR WORDS.

    “Iggy.”    “Yes?”    “I’m bored.”    “Why don’t you go read or train?”    “Those are boring.”    “How so?”    “They just are. I don’t want to.”    “Alright, what do you expect me to do?”    “Nothing.”    “Fantastic.”    “You’re boring. I’m gonna go read.”    “I do so love our progressive talks, Gladio.”    “Love ya too.”    Gladio walked away. 3…2…1…    “Wait!” Ignis nearly sputtered, “What did you just say?!”

[royalbratprince]

@liibra-elementia​

HUSBAND APPLICATION:

Name: Soon to be Noctis Lucis Caelum-Scientia [-Argentum-Amcitia but I don’t know if that flows y’know?].

Age: Young and hot-aged.

How well do we know each other?: You found my secret magazines, so pretty well.  Maybe better than we should.  Depends on how far you got in those magazines.

Do you have a pet name for me?: A few you’re not supposed to know about, but they’re all good I promise.  One of them has “God” in it but not in a sarcastic way.

Do I have a pet name for you?: Probably.  Like, I don’t want to assume, but sometimes when you call me “Highness” I feel things.

Are you attracted to me?: B O I.

Why do you want to marry me?: ‘Cause you’re you and I like you a lot.  I like you like you.  A lot.  For more than cooking.  And you’re pretty and you’re hot and you do the thing with the knives and like do you know how many times I could have ruined a battle by ripping my clothes off?  ...Well now you know me much better than you should.

Big wedding or Small wedding?: Tiny.  Elope.  Let’s just get married in an afternoon and come back and tell no one.  Unless we can count on them to buy us a cake.  But then we tell people one by one and tell them not to tell anyone else so we get more cakes that way.

Do you see children in our future?: If you mean dogs and cats and chocobos and maybe am iguana and some action figures, then yeah.

[ofsilverngold-blog]

“I had figured but I wanted to find out myself.” Spoken rather casually, looking down at him he could see the subtle rising of colour to his skin which was surprisingly nice to see. It also made him realize just how oblivious Ignis was at this moment, having no sneaking suspicion of what he was doing. Chuckling a little, Prompto leaned down a little, close enough that even the elder man could see where he was going with this. 

“You’re what’s gotten into me.. don’t you see that Ignis?”

C. ( @liibra-elementia. )

[culinarystrategist]

💘

Shipping Questions for the Mun

@liibra-elementia

💘- What is your muse like in ships

Honestly? He’s a fumbling, bumbling, stumbling mess.

Despite his vast wealth of knowledge on a variety of subjects, Ignis is pretty clueless when it comes to romantic relationships. As I’ve mentioned previously, he always presumed that he’d never meet someone, fall in love and have everything which goes along with that.

But in a way, this question is kind of hard for me to answer because I only really have the one established ship, with @arachnexdragoon. With Aranea, Ignis sometimes manages to be one smooth motherfucker, but it’s largely by accident, rather than intent.

I’ve written memes in which he’s paired up with someone, but that’s more of a solo writing effort. To answer this question well, I think I would need more supporting evidence, haha.

[ofsilverngold-blog]

@liibra-elementia

Ignis hid his surprise as he felt Prompto hug him from behind, unsure what exactly the cause for the occasion was; not that it mattered particularly, he supposed.

He let his hands rest over his friends, a small smile touching his lips. If it was affection Prompto needed right now, he was more than happy to oblige, and turned in his arms, wrapping his own around the blonde’s shoulders.

“I’m making some more of than Tenebraen tart, if you’d like to join me…?” He said, although he was perfectly happy to indulge the hug for as long as Prompto needed.

Not suspecting him to turn around in his arms, he was pleasantly surprised. Not minding how suddenly his face was connected with the upper part of his chest, nearing his neck, those arms now wrapped around him in return making the gloomy male smile softly, faint tugs at the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything at first, simply enjoying the affection he was receiving from Ignis, silently relishing in it.

Nodding his head a little, a short sigh passed his lips. “If you don’t mind..” He murmured, shifting to look up at him as he kept his arms wrapped around him still, not yet wanting to let go. The thought of Tenebraen tarts made Prompto a little hungry, having always tasted the tarts that Ignis made, even when in high school and Noctis was offering them to him. Always loving them. Ignis was talented with cooking and baking, something the elder man knew himself he guessed.