#princesadvisor

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princesadvisor replied to your post: This blog needs more Ignis

-sticks leggy out- hi there

EVERYONE TOUCH IGNIS’S LEGGY RIGHT NOW

[captaindrautos]

💙 (-shrugs wildly- doesn't even gotta be romantic lmao)

Send me “💙 “ if you would ship our muses!

I am 100% down for Platonic ships always too but think about it for a second.

It starts with Ignis staying late at the Citadel to finish up his duties for Noctis, and Titus is there late as well for his Kingsglaive duties.  And one day Ignis didn’t drive, so as he’s preparing to walk home, Titus pulls up and asks him if he wants a ride.  It becomes a thing, and Iggy stops driving or lies about how his car is parked literally next to Titus’.

Iggy cooking Cavaugh recipes to remind Titus of the home he lost.

Titus training Ignis to better protect Noct in battle.

Hiding their relationship because even though they’re both full grown adults, its not exactly appropriate for the 30-something captain of the Kingsglaive to be sleeping with the 20-something adviser to the Prince.

[sunshinetechnophile]

@princesadvisor Prompto just wants a 7 layer cake with different flavours tbh. Everyone can be gay around him if he gets cake. he’s in denial himself. it’s hilarious.

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@princesadvisor replied to your post: Luna never existed, and instead you have to marry...

Aha, I knew you liked me best, Noct.

Well you are the most likely to spoil me.

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@princesadvisor replied to your post “have you ever done anything... "indecent"... in a public toilet?”

...Noctis /please./

In my defense, I didn’t flood anything.

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Noctis grumbled incoherently, stabbing the sewing needle once more through the fabric of his jacket. “Still not sure why this is such a big deal,” he grumbled as he steadily stitched the button back into place. “Most people just think we’re hunters. Not being unkempt is weird.”

“Regardless, you are allowed to maintain some standards, Highness,” Ignis returned, most of his attention still focused on his phone in one hand and his mug in the other. “Shall I handle it for you?”

“I said I got it,” Noctis groused, shuffling sideways with the coat as if to hold it further out of reach. It was only a few moments before he tugged the needle through one last time, knotted it, and bit off the excess thread.

“There,” he huffed, holding the jacket up to present it. “Does it meet your standards?”

“Of course, Your Highness,” Ignis returned, glancing up from his phone. “Very well done. I would applaud, but my hands are full.”

Noctis rolled his eyes emphatically, jacket falling to his lap as he crossed his arms.

“Something seems rather bitter,” Ignis mused, seemingly to no one. “Is it my coffee, I wonder?” He lifted the mug to take a long sip, cocking his head thoughtfully to one side afterwards. “Hmm, no, it’s not the coffee.” He arched one eyebrow, eying Noctis over the edge of his mug. “I suppose it must just be you.”

Noctis scowled, eyebrows knitting together and mouth twisting.

Calmly, Ignis leaned aside, dodging the balled up jacket that was tossed at him.

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Ignis blinks at the pile of clothes, and the small froggy mass writhing in it. "Oh Noct...what's happened to you now?" He uses a maidens kiss and when nothing happens, he frowns, scooping his friend up and placing him into his shirt pocket. "Alright then. Time for some research. Don't worry, Noct. We'll figure this out."

There is a cacophony of croaking for a moment as Noct accidentally flips himself upside down in the pocket, before he rights himself, head poking out the top.

There is one more incredibly grumpy croak. Because why. Why is this his life. He is sitting in a pocket.

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baguette (-shrugs-)

(Bread Time meme | Accepting)

RUDE

Honestly, just because he had been trying to stick his face in the ingredients for that night’s dinner, did he really deserve such treatment? It was only theft if someone else tried to take the food; he was entitled.

Noct latched his front legs around the baguette and gnawed viciously at it, only to let it go and bounce backwards, sneezing breadcrumbs off of his whiskers. He sat down and began grooming his face with great offense.