#char: ignatius

[tinygryphon-58570]

One happy little Fire family ready to party all week long! Happy Flameforger's! \o0o/

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Imagine if reader was a big fan of this series/movie/show or smth, that they'd see and be an absolutely die hard fan about the whole thing about it whether the chars, plot, the story's style, you get the gist yknow

So ofc along with being die hard fan mode is obv indulging in its book, movie, musical, heck, even fanfics lmaoo

Andddd when there recently was play adaptation of the story showing, reader would absolutely go fan girl mode for the starring actor/s about them and their performance/portrayal of their favorite character/s

so I'm wondering how a certain actor would react to this..

Yandere! Theatre actor x gn! Technical team! reader

What if: Reader is an otaku?

Oh god. I don't know a show that well to be that obsessed. Videogames, sure, but shows or books? Uh... Have a manhwa, I guess? Beware of the Villainess go.

SINCE the ending of the main fic had darling kidnapped, we'll change this one to where Ignatius hasn't done that yet.

You were so intent on looking at your phone reading a chapter of your favorite manhwa, Beware of the Villainess. You heard it's going to have a play adaptation.

Sure, you don't know how that would work, but you know damn well you won't pass it for anything!

You don't really care for plays, but this is going to be an exception.

Especially as you pass by the panel where Nine, the male lead of the manhwa. You had a silly grin on your face as you looked at him.

A lot of people don't like the manhwa, cuz it's apparently boring, Melissa, the FL didn't have that much chemistry with Nine, etc.

You didn't care though. This is your comfort manhwa. So why would they care? You absolutely adore the characters, loved how strong Melissa is and is not a pushover, Yuri for breaking away from the stereotype of being a two faced bitch, and Nine for breaking away also from the stereotypical "cold and harsh" male lead.

This may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it's yours. And you're content.

As you read, your director painfully jabbed your side, making you sharply intake a breath.

"What the f... Oh." You flinched from your director's pointed look as he pointed at the stage where the actors are waiting for the lights to go out. "Sorry..."

The director rolled his eyes (unaware of somebody's gaze that was about to kill him on the spot) before berating you.

"Pay attention! We're literally on the last week of our rehearsals! You better keep your phone..." Your director grabbed your phone away from you, making you yelp in surprise. "... Away from you!"

You pouted, suddenly feeling sad before paying attention to the technicals in front of you, turning off the lights.

The scuttling of feet on the stage were heard as you put your chin on your hand, and your free hand on the lever to turn on the lights on a dim.

Hours later, when rehearsals are done, you stretched your body and snatched your phone away from the director.

Giddily hopping away, you got to one of the seats on the theater and snuggled up. For the next rehearsal set, you were not needed since all they had to practice was lines. So, more time for you to read.

As you scrolled down on a forum about the play for BOTV, you felt a presence beside you and you flinched again, not expecting company.

When you looked up, you were surprised to see the genius of the troupe.

"Oh, Ignatius." You were baffled. "Uh, hi."

Ignatius smiled calmly. His eyes didn't express that much, that's for sure. It was almost eerie how he's always so calculated. He's talented, and fools everyone with this main persona of his. But you know that he's more to it. That he's actually quite the--

"You got in trouble?" He asked in a light, amused tone. "That's new. What happened?"

You flushed red. "Ah, uh... Well, I was reading this."

You raised your phone, showing the forum you're reading.

"Well, there's this manhwa... I mean, like it's a webcomic? A Korean webcomic. It's named Beware of the Villainess and it's having like a play adaptation. It's like my favorite manhwa ever and it's so mindblowing that... Uh... Sorry."

You slowed down from babbling about BOTV when you realized you were rambling to Ignatius of all people.

But he looked like he didn't mind.

He really didn't. He knows all about your obsession with it after all. Even getting irrationally jealous of Nine.

"I know right! It's amazing. I've been reading it too! But it's kind of weird. I mean how are they going to do it? But it's quite nice to see such a cute manhwa getting a play adaptation of all things!" Ignatius started to ramble too, making you gasp in the sudden newfound camaraderie. "But it's in Broadway. It's really hard to get an audition..."

Ignatius jolted, realizing he let that slip out. "I mean.. I wasn't thinking of auditioning..."

You, in your buzzed high, held his hands tightly with a sparkle on your eye. "Yes! Audition please! You would do an amazing Nine!" You were practically beaming from the news.

Ever since you heard Ignatius being interested in the same thing as you do, you forgot that he's fake, and all you could think about is that you found a shared interest with the troupe's star.

Ignatius heart almost stopped. You were so close to the point that he can smell your scent. It smelled heavenly, and his shocked face almost cracked and slipped. His resolve dissolving as fast as salt on hot water.

"Y-yeah? You think so?" His voice, breathy and light, felt so distant from your happy ones.

"Yeah! I know you could! You're really insanely talented!" You grinned, before standing up to gush more. "You're like really handsome too, and has this air the same as Nine, so yeah! You will pass it!"

Ignatius, for the first time, clammed up from the compliments. And it's coming from you too.

"I-I will audition then! Sure, why not." Ignatius smiled, heart pounding. "I'll do it."

Then maybe you'll idolize me like those others.

He watches you gush and excitedly bounce in place.

Put your attention on me. More. More of it.

He clenches his fist.

He has to land that role. No matter what.

[sadowife]

✚ Fire Names …

Fyre，Flame ／ Flamie，Blaze，Ignicia，Fiamma ／ Fiammetta，Firette ／ Firesse，Ignacia，Aithne，Burnila，Fira，Calida，Ember，Calcifer ／ Calcie，Cináed，Ignatius，Conleth，Flamieur，Fintan，Eirian，Lucero ／ Luce ／ Luc．

✚ Fire Pronouns …

Fie Fire，Flae Flame，Blaze Blazes，Igni Ignite，Li Light，Burn Burns，Inferno Infernos，Char Charred，Ember Embers，Pye Pyre，Spark Sparks，Hot Hots，War Warmth，Smo Smoke，Ki Kindle，Ash Ashes，🔥 🔥s．

✚ Fire Titles …

The One of Flame(s)，Prn Who Burns，The Inferno，The Embodiment of Fire，The Firestarter，The One of Ash，The Ember，Prn Who Burns Brightly，Prn of Smoke，The Bearer of Flame ／ Fire，The One Who is Hot to the Touch．

Requested By : Anon．

[saturniasxenos]

FIRE NPT PACK!!

Down below, you'll find firey pronouns, burning hot titles, ignited names, and all the alike fire/flame/lava genders!

Enjoy my firey loves! ❤

Pronouns:

Ar/Arso/Arson/Arsons/Arsonself

Ab/Abla/Ablaze/Ablazes/Ablazeself

Ar/Ardo/Ardor/Ardors/Ardorself

Ca/Cand/Candle/Candles/Candleself

Fer/Ferv/Fervor/Fervors/Fervorself

Fi/Fir/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fir/Firestro/Firestorm/Firestorms/Firestormself

Fir/Firebo/Firebolt/Firebolts/Fireboltself

Fir/Firebu/Firebug/Firebugs/Firebugself

Fir/Firebo/Firebomb/Firebombs/Firebombself

Fir/Fireshi/Fireshine/Fireshines/Fireshineself

Fir/Firestri/Firestriker/Firestrikers/Firestrikerself

Fir/Fireba/Fireball/Fireballs/Fireballself

Fir/Firewo/Firewood/Firewoods/Firewoodself

Fir/Firepro/Fireproof/Fireproofs/Fireproofself

Fir/Firecra/Firecracker/Firecrackers/Firecrackerself

Fir/Firebre/Firebreak/Firebreaks/Firebreakself

Fir/Firef/Firefly/Fireflys/Fireflyself

Fir/Fireli/Firelight/Firelights/Firelightself

Fir/Firewa/Firewalker/Firewalkers/Firewalkerself

Fie/Fier/Fiery/Fierys/Fieryself

Fla/Flam/Flame/Flames/Flameself

Flame/Flamethro/Flamethrower/Flamethrowers/Flamethrowerself

Flame/Flamma/Flammable/Flammables/Flammableself

Fla/Flar/Flare/Flares/Flareself

Fur/Furna/Furnace/Furnaces/Furnaceself

Kin/Kind/Kindle/Kindles/Kindleself

La/Lav/Lava/Lavas/Lavaself

Ma/Mag/Magma/Magmas/Magmaself

Vol/Volca/Volcano/Volcanos/Volcanoself

He/Hea/Heat/Heats/Heatself

Hell/Hellfie/Hellfire/Hellfires/Hellfireself

Hot/Hotco/Hotcoal/Hotcoals/Hotcoalself

Spa/Spar/Spark/Sparks/Sparkself

Bu/Bur/Burn/Burns/Burnself

Bla/Blaz/Blaze/Blazes/Blazeself

Bla/Blas/Blast/Blasts/Blastself

Bo/Bonfi/Bonfire/Bonfires/Bonfireself

Ig/Igni/Ignite/Ignites/Igniteself

In/Infer/Inferno/Infernos/Infernoself

In/Infer/Infernal/Infernals/Infernalself

Incin/Inciner/Incinerate/Incinerates/Incinerateself

Obi/Obsid/Obsidian/Obsidians/Obsidianself

Oxy/Oxyge/Oxygen/Oxygens/Oxygenself

War/Warm/Warmth/Warmths/Warmthself

Wild/Wildfir/Wildfire/Wildfires/Wildfireself

Wood/Woodfir/Woodfire/Woodfires/Woofireself

Sco/Scor/Scorch/Scorchs/Scorchself

Ser/Sera/Seraphim/Seraphims/Seraphimself

So/Soo/Soot/Soots/Sootself

Smo/Smok/Smoke/Smokes/Smokeself

Smo/Smoul/Smoulder/Smoulders/Smoulderself

Py/Pyr/Pyro/Pyros/Pyroself

Py/Pyr/Pyre/Pyres/Pyreself

Phoe/Phoen/Phoenix/Phoenixs/Phoenixself

To/Tor/Torch/Torchs/Torchself

Com/Combust/Combustion/Combusts/Combustionself

Ca/Campfi/Campfire/Campfires/Campfireself

Co/Coa/Coal/Coals/Coalself

Char/Charco/Charcoal/Charcoals/Charcoalself

Cre/Crem/Cremate/Cremates/Cremateself

🔥/🔥's

💥/💥's

🐦‍🔥/🐦‍🔥's

❤️‍🔥/❤️‍🔥's

☄️/☄️'s

🌋/🌋's

🏜/🏜's

🕯/🕯's

☀/☀'s

🌟/🌟's

⭐/⭐'s

Titles:

(X) Who Burns

The Pyromaniac

The Phoenix

Risen From The Ashes

Born From The Flames

Born From Hellfire

Dancing In The Flames

The Firestorm

The Incinerated

(X) Who Commits Arson

The Fire Dancer

The Lava Dancer

The Volcano Guardian

Guardian of The Flames

The Flame-Winged

(X) Who Will Never Burn

Names:

Fem: Aine, Adara, Alinta, Anala, Apollonia, Aguya, Arpina, Brenda, Bedelia, Caldia, Cyra, Cemre, Cinder, Enya, Fiamma, Fiametta, Helene, Homura, Hinata, Hinoka, Helia, Hestia, Kenina, Kaede, Kyra, Keahi, Kamala, Kalinda, Kenna, Mirri, Mehri, McKenna, Narine, Noora, Pele, Pyraxia, Pyrena, Piret, Oriane, Seraphina, Starfire, Savita, Sunniva, Solana, Tana, Tinna, Vesta, Zinara,

Masc: Afi, Aodh, Ashbel, Apollo, Anatole, Aarush, Aidan, Aiden, Blaze, Blayze, Blaise, Brando, Brantley, Branton, Brent, Brenton, Conleth, Conley, Cole, Cyrus, Egan, Eilidh, Elio, Finlo, Fintan, Fuji, Flint, Haco, Hagan, Hakan, Hayden, Heilos, Heulfryn, Horus, Hugh, Hugo, Ignacio, Ignatius, Inigo, Ishaan, Kai, Kindle, Kaen, Kenneth, Keegan, Kiran, Kwasi, McCoy, Pyrrhus, Ra, Rhys, Sampson, Tyson, Vulcan,

Neu: Ardere, Aizel, Adan, Akosua, Ashfall, Aithne, Agni, Adish, Azar, Ash, Baskara, Brigid, Cymbeline, Ember, Eldis, Edan, Ignus, Iskra, Liekki, Mashal, Nuri, Pheonix, Pyro, Pyre, Surya, Sulien, Solaris, Sol, Seraph, Seraphin, Sol, Soleil, Sunfire, Tanwen, Uri, Ugnè, Xipil,

Genders:

Lavanatomic - A gender under the anatomic system(link), related to lava, anatomy, the "anatomy" of lava and molten rock, the anatomy of something or someone being made up of lava, having anatomy made of lava and so on.

Firegender - Firegender is a xenogender identity in which one's gender is in a constant state of change but never truly extinguishes. It is aesthetically linked to fire as a visual metaphor or symbol.

Fiergender - Fiergender [fier coming from the word 'fiery'] is a gender related to the colours red and orange, fire, foxes, anger, and heat. This gender may feel hot, angry/annoyed, and fiery.

Infernvambatic - A gender identity related to fire and vampire bats; vampire bats that are on fire; vampire bats with fire magic; the emoji combo 🔥🦇🔥; etc...

Burninglogic - .+ a gender related to the log/wood emoji (🪵), and the fire emoji (🔥) in some way. could be the emojis on their own, the smell of campires/burning wood, the aesthetic of wood and fire, etc.

CandLitScentic - A scentic gender related to the aroma of lit candles, scented or not, the smell of a burning wick and melting wax is heavily tied to one's gender.

Firedeity - a gender connected to fire and deities, a deity associated with fire, or a deity of fire.

Ragefiric - a gender relating to raging fires, of course! one may also connect with fiery tempers or things getting burnt

Sunfiregender - a gender related to the sun and fire somehow! could be about how the sun is sometimes called a ball of fire, could be related to setting fires with sunlight, just suns and fires separately, whatever! 

Volcanogender/Lavagender/Magmagender - A gender that is dormant most of the time but sometimes erupts with extreme heat and intensity, similar to how volcanoes erupt. It can be used by itself or combined with other terms, e.g. volcanoboy, volcanogirl, volcanononbinary, etc.

Pyrapanthic - A combination of pyrogender and catgender, in which your gender is connected to big cats, fire, and the way that both are violent/aggressive in nature but aren't "bad" for being that way, they just are.

Lavagender - For a few days it’ll be a stable gender, nice and consistent. But after a while it turns into something completely different. And then that something will change into another thing that’s completely different after a few days time again.

PyromaniEnigmatic - an -enigmatic gender that relates to ones pyromania, being hard to fully understand and deal with, smoke and flames from the urges of pyromania obscuring clear vision and understanding of ones gender and ones pyromania being so deeply tied to ones gender that t becomes hard to understand it from any other angle but by the light of a burning flame.

Pyrofluid - A gender defined by a strong fire aesthetic, like pyrogender, but in this case a person can change between feeling “warm” and feeling “cold” about their gender. A pyrogender person always "feels warm" about the gender, it may just dwindle but never extinguish. Pyrofluid people can “feel cold”, and when that happens it doesn’t necessarily mean that they’ll be agender or on the agender spectrum. It may just mean that they end up feeling apathetic about their gender, not wanting to think about it.

[mechanicalmechanism]

♰﹒ 𝓓abi ID Pack ⟡

𝓝ames╰╮Aedd ﹐Aemond ﹐Aenar ﹐Aenys ﹐Ainar ﹐Aithalos ﹐Aithon ﹐Alaz ﹐Ardent ﹐Blaze ﹐Boremund ﹐Borros ﹐Brand ﹐Brando ﹐Burns ﹐Calais ﹐Cal ﹐Calcine ﹐ Carrion ﹐Caron ﹐Cauterize ﹐Char ﹐Charlemagne ﹐Charon ﹐Cinerate ﹐Cineration ﹐Conleth ﹐Conley ﹐Despair ﹐Despaire ﹐Ednar ﹐Egan ﹐Eldmar ﹐Fëanor ﹐Fervor ﹐Fuego ﹐Fury ﹐Gaham ﹐Hades ﹐Heath ﹐Herbrandr ﹐Hrayr ﹐Huahuo ﹐Huojin ﹐Icarus ﹐Ichabod ﹐Ignatius ﹐Ignis ﹐Ignite ﹐Incini ﹐Infern ﹐Isko ﹐Iso ﹐Ithuriel ﹐Jaqen ﹐Jou ﹐Kaen ﹐Kasai ﹐Kindle ﹐Kenneth ﹐Lahav ﹐Liekki ﹐Luther ﹐Luthor ﹐Maedoc ﹐Maeldan ﹐Mayhem ﹐Mccoy ﹐Neri ﹐Noam ﹐Nuri ﹐Nuriel ﹐Ozai ﹐Phosphor ﹐Pyre ﹐Pyrite ﹐Pyro ﹐Pyrrhon ﹐Reap ﹐Reaper ﹐Rook ﹐Rosen ﹐Sahir ﹐Scorch ﹐Sear ﹐Shiva ﹐Singe ﹐Sirius ﹐Smolder ﹐Soykan ﹐Sozin ﹐Stoker ﹐Sulfur ﹐Suture ﹐Talisman ﹐Tango ﹐Tanwyn ﹐Titus ﹐Vil ﹐Vulcan ﹐Vuur

𝓝eopronouns╰╮Acid / Acids ﹐Ash / Ashes ﹐Ang / Angers ﹐Azu / Azuls ﹐Blaze / Blazes ﹐Blue / Flame ﹐Blueflame / Blueflames ﹐Bone / Bones ﹐Burne / Burnes ﹐Burn / Burns ﹐Chaos / Chaoself ﹐Char / Chars ﹐Char / Charred ﹐Combust / Combusts ﹐Cor / Corpses ﹐Death / Deaths ﹐Diablo / Diablos ﹐Dia / Diabolicals ﹐Engulf / Engulfs ﹐Evil / Evils ﹐Explo / Explodes ﹐Fi / Fires ﹐Flame / Flames ﹐Flare / Flares ﹐Flash / Flashes ﹐Flashfire / Flashfires ﹐Heat / Heats ﹐Hell / Hells ﹐Hell / Fire ﹐Hellfire / Hellfires ﹐Hell / Flame ﹐Hellflame / Hellflames ﹐Igni / Ignis ﹐Igni / Ignites ﹐Inferno / Infernos ﹐Kin / Kindle ﹐Lighter / Lighters ﹐Match / Matches ﹐Obsess / Obsessed ﹐Phos / Phospors ﹐Phosphor / Phospors ﹐Py / Pyres ﹐Py / Pyros ﹐Pyro / Mania ﹐Pyro / Maniac ﹐Mad / Madness ﹐Manic / Manics ﹐Melt / Melts ﹐Pyromania / Pyromaniac ﹐Reap / Reaps ﹐Scald / Scalds ﹐Scar / Scars ﹐Scorch / Scorches ﹐Sear / Sears ﹐Singe / Singes ﹐Smol / Smolder ﹐Staple / Staples ﹐Sti / Stitch ﹐Stich / Stitched ﹐Sul / Sulfurs ﹐Vil / Villains ﹐Vile / Viles ﹐Zom / Zombies ﹐🔥 / 🔥s ﹐💥 / 💥s ﹐💢 / 💢s

𝑇itles╰╮The Pyromaniac ﹐Holder of the Blueflame ﹐The Pyre ﹐The Arsonist ﹐The Scorching Flame ﹐The Fire Starter ﹐He Who Burns ﹐He Who Blazes ﹐The Stoic Flame ﹐His Blazing Lieutenant ﹐Co-Commander ( Name ) ﹐Lieutenant ﹐Holder of the Monstrous Flame ﹐His Sadistic Flame ﹐The Hell Spider ﹐His Vanishing Fist ﹐His Flaming Touch

* He or His can be replaced with any pronoun !

ℳogai╰╮Alderuyaqua ﹐Apothane ﹐Blazegender ﹐Burnoutish ﹐Burnvesil ﹐Candemonic ﹐Chaosperspesque ﹐Corpsepersepsque ﹐Demonbodiment ﹐Evilbodiment ﹐Evilriune ﹐Fascimorsanguic ﹐Feuvillic ﹐Genderslasher ﹐Gortureperspesque ﹐Hatebodiment ﹐Icefiregender ﹐Illusoboy ﹐Impurnalcraveic ﹐Intrudemonic ﹐Iraronian ﹐Low-Empatix ﹐Malapoten ﹐Mulinvidarkastroflame ﹐Non-Empatix ﹐Perichiros ﹐Pyrochaosgender ﹐Pyrogender ﹐Ragebodiment ﹐Sedirogender ﹐Temaledgyic ﹐Villainintric ( introjects only ) ﹐Villainperspesque ﹐Villinner

[just-a-carrot]

Wonderland being able to affect the real world continues to be so interesting to me... this tree decided to sprout and become Everyone's* Problem. Also slowly becoming my dumb little theory that the tree got tired of waiting for them to return so it just trapped them in D&D world** 🤣 it has an AoE effect. It sounds 110% nonsensical on paper, but since Wonderland becomes more and more distorted as the loops progress... I feel like a significantly morphed version of it could exist and be 'Fantastic Wonderland' and that would explain a bit why the cast retains memories of OFW. Anyways, thank you Arc 1 ending*** for me being able to make the single most over-complicated OFW theory. And thank you tree for being the real MVP (Most Valuable Plant).

*A small handful of people **Well, not really that it got 'tired', but that the effects of Wonderland could continue to influence the characters' everyday lives... I think maybe at one point a character might have wished for themself to have been in an entirely different world/an entirely different person/something along those lines, and retroactively The Tree made it so that they'd go into Fantastic Wonderland during the D&D session. Which also explains why life eventually goes on for the main cast while there are still the Fantastic Wonderland counterparts living out their lives, since Iggy died in the loop HOWEVER so did Ignatius so Iggy restarted in his world and Ignatius restarted in Fantastic Wonderland... ***The one caveat is that maybe it only worked because Iggy was going to die anyways and reset the loop so it Didn't Really Matter if he was erased... and to that I say: maybe. (But also-- Iggy making a poorly worded wish to have never gone into Wonderland only to realize how dramatically that would impact their lives as he never specified within which time frame is SUCH GOOD ANGST if the tree can, and will, make any wishes a reality****. Since while all the worst stuff in their lives goes away, so does the secret that kind of kept the whole group together.) ****Caveat to this is that the tree probably really doesn't want to make a wish actively harmful to itself, but if I include any more caveats my footnotes are never going to end.

"continues to be so interesting to me" -> me, as well, to be honest, since i'll be real and admit that i have not thought through every possible possibility for things that could happen in this world or with these chars or with this tree, and i don't have all the answers (and never will) so i'm always really intrigued and curious when people have their own theories and ideas for How Things Work or what other types of scenarios and/or adventures that could happen as a result of the whole situation they've gotten themselves into

ofc OFW being The Most Out There one of all like what is even up with it and why does it exist. i could not tell you LOL but i actually quite like it that there aren't a lot of cut-and-dry answers because it leaves so much room open for theories and interpretations and people can come up with their own ideas, which opens up the world and possibilities even more

even with the finale though a number of Big Questions will finally be answered, there's still a lot that i've kept unanswered because i just prefer it that way. i'd rather people enjoy that realm of possibility than state everything matter-of-factly and limit everything that could possibly be

[queersrus]

Fire theme

made with pyromaniacs in mind, but not exclusive.

excluding sun related names/words

tagging: @bpdxhoardic, @ponygirl-izzy

(nick)names:

pyr/pyre, pyra, pyro, pyry/pyri/pyrie, pyroess, pyroette, pyroetta, pyret/pyrett/pyrette, pyretta, pyrel/pyrell/pyrelle, pyroelle, pyrella, pyroella, pyrello, pyroello, pyrine/pyrene, pyrena, phoenix, prometheus, pyrrhus, polum'ya, plamya, plomien, pyralis fi/fy, fir/fyr, fire/fyre, fla, flam, flame/flaym/flayme/flaim/flaime, firess, firey, fiery, firette, firelle, firetta, firella, fiammetta, fiamma, flint, fintan, fuego, feu, feuer, fotia, foc, flamme, floga, fervor, flare, flash, flick, flicker ember, enya, egan, edan, eld blaze/blase/blaise/blais, bedelia, bridget, brandr, branton, brand, burn/bern, burna, burnaby, burnet, burnadette/bernadette, bal, bonfire tana, titus, tyson, tanwen, tanguy, tuli, torch, torrefy vatroslav, vulcan, vesta, vuur, vohon, vlam haphaestus, heat, heath, hearth, hestia, hagan, haco, hakan, haphaistos aodh, aodhnait, aodhamair, aguya, aithne, aiden, alev, agni, alight, ardor, afire, ablaze, aflame, ardent, arson logi, loki, liekki, llama, laga, lit, lighter calida, cinaed, conleth, conley, char, caut, cauter, cauteri, cauterize, cal, calc, calci, calcine igni, igno, igna, ignite, igniter, ignacio, inigo, ignatius, ild, incendio, inci, incini, incine, incinera, incinerate, infern, inferno, inferna, inflame kenneth, keenness, kindle mccoy, match, matches ogon, ogien geni, glow smold, smolder, scorch, singe, sear, scald

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

fi/fe/fii/firine/fireself fli/flame/flii/flamine/flameself i/igne/igni/ingine/ingiself(igniteself) bli/blaze/blii/blazine/blazeself bi/burne/bii/burnine/burnself pi/pyre/py/pyrine/pyreself py/pyre/pii/pyroine/pyroself py/pyrome/pyromi/promine/pyromaniaself ki/ke/kii/kine/kindleself smi/sme/smii/smoldine/smolderself sci/sce/scii/scorchine/scorchineself si/se/sii/sine/singeself si/sea/sii/searine/searself mi/me/mii/matchine/matchself li/le/lii/lightine/lighterself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

fo/fire/fires/fireself flo/flamer/flamers/flamerself io/igner/igners/igniterself blo/blazer/blazers/blazerself bo/bur/burs/burnerself po/pyre/pyres/pyreself po/pyror/pyrors/pyrorself po/pyromer/pyromers/pyromaniers ko/kindler/kindlers/kindlerself smo/smolder/smolders/smolderself so/singr/singrs/singerself so/sear/sears/searself mo/matcher/matchers/matcherself lo/lighter/lighters/lighterself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

fi/fire/fires/fireself fi/ire, fire/fires fla/flame/flames/flameself fla/me, flame/flames ig/igni/ignis/igniself ig/ignite/ignites/igniteself ig/ni, ig/nite, igni/ignis, ignite/ignites igni/ignite bla/blaze/blazes/blazeself bla/ze, blaze/blazes bur/burn/burns/burnself bu/rne, bur/urne, burn/burns py/pyre/pyres/pyrself py/pyro/pyros/pyroself py/yre, pyre/pyres, py/ro, pyro/pyros pyre/pyro pyre/pyromania, pyro/pyromaniac pyro/maniac, pyro/mania, pyromania/pyromaniac, pyromania/pyromanias, pyromaniac/pyromaniacs kin/kindle/kindles/kindleself kin/dle, kindle/kindles smold/smolder/smolders/smolderself smo/der, smolder/smolders sin/singe/singes/singeself si/inge, singe/singes sea/sear/sears/searself sea/ear, sear/sears mat/match/matches/matchself mat/ch, match/matches light/lighter/lighters/lighterself ligh/ter, lighter/lighterself

titles:

the fire. the flame, the lighter, the match, the burner, the arsonist, the pyre, the pyro, the pyress, the pyroess, the pyromaniac, the kindling, the burning fire, the blazing fire, the smoldering fire, the scorching flame, the ignition, the igniter, the firewatcher, the fire starter, the firefighter

(prn) who burns, (prn) who blazes, (prn) who sets fires, (prn) who starts fires, (prn) who loves flames, (prn) who owns a lighter, (prn) who owns matches, (prn) who watches fire, (prn) who fights fire

this fire, this flame, this pyre, this pyro, this pyromaniac, this arsonist, this firefighter, this firewatcher, this fire starter

[dracoslibrary]

Draco spluttered, and his soaked clothes clung to him as he sloshed in soggy shoes over to the book that still smouldered on the parquet wood floor. As he suspected, it was Ignatius Hellbent's Incendiarium. It was no longer on fire, but neither did it appear to be wet or damaged in any way. Instead, it steamed like a merry teapot, apparently well-pleased with itself.

He stared around at the charred and dripping bindings of the books on the shelves around them, listening to the deafening silence in the wake of a disaster averted. If Granger had ruined any of the priceless books in this library, there would be hell to pay. He would rip that wand out of her white-knuckled hands and make her regret the day she dared darken his doorstep. This was his family's legacy. This was his inheritance.

It hadn't occurred to him that swotty Hermione Granger would destroy books. He would never have agreed to this little farce had he known she could be so careless.

Draco rounded on Granger. He took a measured step toward her, then another, stalking forward with a rage building in him every bit as white-hot as the fire spells in the Incendiarium. His jaw clenched as his gaze burned into her.

"What. Did. You. Do?"

So It Begins

Draco Malfoy's troubles were never-ending.

While it was true that the trial that had consumed his life for the past — was it truly almost a year? — was finally coming to a close, it was not over yet. His parents had fled Britain to their estate near Bordeaux after their own trials, leaving Draco to manage things at their Wiltshire manor with only an agency house-elf, Keys, for company. He was getting nowhere with the press nor with the Ministry; neither would lift a finger to help him with the dismal public opinion of the Malfoy family. If anything, they were keen to make things harder for him. Last and worst of all, he was quite alone. His school friends had all but abandoned him, and most everyone else he'd known since birth was either dead or locked up in Azkaban.

Draco wasn't used to being alone. Lonely, yes. Of course, lonely. But alone? He had always had his parents at home or his friends at school. Someone. Always someone. Sometimes so many someones that he wanted to scream and fly so far away that no one would ever find him. But as he sat in the morning room of Malfoy Manor drinking tea and pretending to read the same sentence in the Daily Prophet for the fourth time, he could not help but face the fact that he was well and truly on his own.

Except for Keys, but she hardly counted.

It would be one thing if he was in London, in Diagon Alley where he could get out into the bustle of the street. That would be something. But he was stuck in Wiltshire until the conclusion of the trial next Thursday. If all went well, he would get his wand back. He would get his life back. If it didn't go to plan... Well, at least he would know. There would be an end to it. It was the not knowing that was so hard.

The not knowing and the being alone. Draco didn't know which was worse.

He tried reading the same sentence in the Prophet again and failed. His nerves were too frayed. He threw the newspaper aside, then watched a picture of precious Potter and his little posse of Aurors striding in and out of view from the front page. The headline made Draco want to rip the paper in half.

HARRY POTTER BRINGS LESTRANGE TO JUSTICE

Draco's only surviving uncle, Rodolphus Lestrange, had just been sentenced to life in Azkaban. It was a hell of a time for the Ministry to be asking anything of Draco, but he couldn't afford to say no. He was willing to do anything to reconcile his public relations nightmare, even letting a mudblood into the house. And not just any mudblood. The mudblood.

His hand shook as he sipped his tea. It was stone cold. He hardly cared.

Apparently the great Hermione Granger required the use of the Malfoy library. That's what the letter had said. What reason she could possibly have for making such a demand was beyond him, especially since she would most certainly have the whole of the Hogwarts library as well as the Ministry's records at her disposal. Why should she need access to the largest collection of books on the Dark Arts in the country?

Draco told himself not to feel curious about it. There was nothing to be done except to allow it. After all, how could he say no to the Ministry's request on her behalf when they held his liberty by a single thread? It didn't matter why she was coming. It only mattered that today was the day.

Hermione Granger in his home again. Hermione Granger touching his family's things.

Draco stood up. "Keys," he said, and immediately a floppy-eared house-elf with a button nose and a tea towel toga appeared before him.

"Sir called for Keys?"

"I'll be in the garden. Find me when she gets here."

The house-elf bowed as Draco moved past her. He couldn't do much to blow off steam, but he could train, and that's exactly what he would do until the mudblood was at his door.

[chilltouch]

Welcome to my blog where I talk about my various ttrpg characters!

Most of them are dnd ocs, and only one (1) of my characters are from a non-dnd system. It is two OCs now :) (Torne and Val) 

Current characters:

S-POR, Oath of Redemption

LUC-A, Oath of Vengeance

Torne Thorne, Oath of the Bro (Devotion)

Iris the Beguiler, Oath of Redemption

Praden, Oath of Ancients

Mayuyu, Oath of the Open Sea (Mercer Homebrew)

Ignatius Brenton, Oath of Conquest

Mycena, Oath of the Crown

Val/Bedlam, Oath of Glory

Vesuvia, Oath of Friendship :) (Devotion)

Revelry Starsage, Oath of Redemption(?)

Troy Cassidy, Oath of Devotion 

Guarlualin Lothorloth, Oath of Redemption

Mar “Cotonea” Asteria, Oath of the Crown

Kostas Leventis, (Hopefully!!) Oath of Vengeance

Chadictus the Ninth, Oath of Devotion

Belladonna, Oath of the Crown

Magdla, Oath of Conquest

Kohaku [Redacted], Oath of Redemption

Anastasia Phlox, Oath of Devotion

Detective Fortuna Foxglove, Oath of Redemption

Mayari, Oath of the Open Sea

La Bruja, Oath of Redemption

[theblackbookofarkera]

Gallery of Saints & Martyrs

Located in the City of All Prophets, the religious capital of the Ventrist faith the Gallery of Saints & Martyrs is a hallowed repository of sacred relics. Most of the relics are mundane objects that belonged to the many saints and martyrs including weapons, prayer beads, chalices and other ritual objects that hold historical value but little else. The most sacred relics, those imbued with sacred power are not on display though reasonable facsimiles are on display with few the wiser.

Most pilgrims do not come to the gallery to gaze upon the burial shroud or silver fork of some long dead saint - they come to see the saints themselves. Sealed in glass caskets and other vessels are the bodies, or body parts of hundreds of Ventrist saints and martyrs. Dressed in shining raiment some of the corpses on display are uncannily pristine while others are skeletal or somewhere in between. With many saints and martyrs having reached grisly ends often only parts of their bodies were recovered such as the mummified head of Saint Ignatius the Tall, the golden locks of Saint Theodoria or the charred hand of Saint Helmarick the Hammer.

Most folks not of the Ventrist faith find the display of corpses in the gallery morbid or in the least unnerving - because it is. While unsettling the gallery is also quite peaceful and a testament to the faith of hundreds of men and women that died believing they were making the world a better place. I suggest a visit to the gallery but I implore you to be respectful...sometimes the dead are still listening.

[crassussativum]

Day 20: Scorched

Ignatius felt bile rise to the back of his throat amidst the sickly sweet stench of burned bodies. He thinned his mandibles at the charred remains of the few still standing buildings. Even the grass was blackened and crisp under his boots. Spirits-damned Hastatim, he hated working with them. They were all a special kind of crazy, all suffering from a certain kind of Spirits-sickness to be so thorough in their scorched earth procedures. They were also a necessary evil. Whenever an upstart colony reared its ugly head to renounce the Hierarchy, a Hastatim unit would arrive in the middle of the night and issue an ultimatum. Full surrender or total annihilation. It still surprised Ignatius how often a colony chose not to surrender. 

“How many were taken to the safe camps?” He asked Sativum. The man wore as distasteful an expression as he was sure was on his own face.

“Nineteen individuals.” He reported. “All children.”

“Thanks the Spirits for small mercies.” Ignatius muttered. “What’s the age range?”

“There are four infants and two toddlers. Seven are between the ages of three and ten. The rest are between ten and twelve.”

All so young, all orphaned because their families wouldn’t lay down their weapons and admit defeat... Ignatius felt a weight building on his Spirit. “Are any of them related to each other?”

“No, Sir.” Sativum said quietly.

Perhaps that was for the best. Ignatius rubbed at his eyes. “Call down another shuttle.” He instructed. “I want our medics and the Spirit-Carer on it. We’ll take the children with us to Palaven.”

“Yes, sir.” 

He observed the settlement in front of them, for just a moment grateful their ship had been passing through the system as he again took not of all the smoke and char. The Hastatim unit still removing bodies from the rubble. His stomach churned.

“You’ll be their escort off world, Crassus.” He grasped the giant’s shoulder pointedly. “The children don’t need to see this.”

Sativum nodded his understanding. “Of course not, Sir.” 

[noxtms]

dear cherry; we are pleased to inform you that your application for PERCY WEASLEY has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! toby regbo is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   toby regbo, demi male, he/him   /   dead boys by sam fender + the jagged line drawn down two halves of the same person ; ( and it’s like looking in a mirror — you recognise the ghost that smiles in front of you, all glinting teeth and dimples, golden / nothing like the indigo bruises under tired hues, a split lip you don’t remember getting, misery most abject ). black coffee, gripped less as a lifeline and more so as an afterthought a crumpled suit, once a prized possession, left at the bottom of a wardrobe / a well-loved photo, folded into the pocket of a jacket and carried close to the heart. gauze, loose around the knuckles ; crimson blooming across starched white. stained paperbacks, journals once meticulously kept but now scrawled in without care: it’s my fault it should’ve been me it’s my fault it should’ve been me it’s my fault it should’ve been me it’s my fault it should’ve been me — sisyphus screaming at his own fate, howling at bloodied hands ( and darling, you are all too familiar with that kind of ache ).   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that PERCY IGNATIUS WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-EIGHT year old pure blood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a BARTENDER AT THE LEAKY CAULDRON. i’ve heard they can be quite CIRCUMSPECT & SAPIENT, but i don’t know… they came off very SENTENTIOUS & VACILLANT in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   cherry, incapable of sticking to 2 chars. ]

[brownstonearmy]

2020-09-25: Juiced! (Part 5)

August 7 (Friday midmorning)

After the events of the previous day, you'd think our lovely band of adventurers would catch a break. BUT YOU WOULD BE MISTAKEN! Messages, insights and calls to action proliferate throughout the party.

Lucky receives a letter from Miss Mavis asking for a favor:

"Lucky, can you and your friends help me find a crystalline energy amplifier? I need one for a restoration project. They're worth a hefty price, but I'll gladly reimburse if you find one."

Norm, meanwhile, has learned that Yance Elbereth is convalescing at SHART HQ. The time to strike against his assassination target is nigh!

Spleenifer has learned through meditation and spiritual attunement that the waterskin from the monk is a type of holy water and the decorative bowl is actually a bowl of Commanding Water Elementals. And on Spleenifer's first day of official work as Mayor Dunwall's assistant, she has been asked for her input how best to solicit donations to help the Mayor with reelection.

Q (going as Jay on this auspicious day) found a note under their door:

"From one bard to another, here's a piece of advice: never trust a Stout you can't drink. I have Stout problems of my own, if ever you want to meet for a pint at the usual bard hangouts. I'm easy to find, since the scales stand out. -Kadana Meristan"

Everyone splits up to start on their respective tasks, so let's follow one adventurer at a time and see where things lead!

Up first we have have Jay, and they strike out for the Juicy Lyre tavern to meet up with the mysterious author of the letter. Kadana, an attractive dragonborn, is nursing a pint while composing a song on the back of a playbill. After Jay takes a seat, she explains that Lawrence Stout was once her patron. But like Jay, she got into some hot water when things got a little too close between Kadana and Russell Stout. The younger Stout seems to have a habit of fraternizing with the arts (as the euphemism goes). But in Kadana's case, her arts funding got cut off as punishment.

Jay and Kadana muse for a bit on strategies to get back at Lawrence and/or Russell. The best way to strike back seems to be breaking up the Stout family businesses, but neither of them are quite sure how to go about doing that. Kadana excuses herself to attend to some other bardly matters, but it's clear that Kadana is playing this as a playful round of hard to get. Folks, we're seeing the beginnings of a beautiful friendship (and possible romance)!

But we must fade to black for now and pick up on Spleenifer's tale! She's back at the Mayoral Manor to discuss the upcoming election strategy. On the way over to the Mayor's place, she found a slightly-charred scrap of paper that probably fell out of someone's pocket during the events of last night. It reads: "You promised me I could use the ring to fix my problem. -Rooney"

Spleenifer stuffs the scrap in her pocket and focuses on the task at hand with the mayor. Since Zaribeth Quickfingers is mounting an unexpectedly strong campaign (though really, any campaign at all is probably unexpectedly strong against Dunwall), the incumbent mayor needs to take the special election preparations seriously. Spleenifer suggests mounting a spin campaign to solicit donations, but her methods are a bit... unorthodox:

"Make it say incontinent instead of incumbent!"

That'll surely take away from the discontent brewing about the mayor's presumed incompetence! What's a giant dung beetle to do? Approve the suggestion and blast it out across town, of course!

Now we switch POV to Lucky, who suggested at the start of the adventure that the party should investigate an unusual announcement in today's Brownstone Bugle where the Meyrick family was looking to hire someone to kidnap their daughter for ransom. But Lucky isn't abandoning Miss Mavis's task! In her words, she's gonna try to kill two stones with one bird.

Lucky is already familiar with crystalline energy amplifiers, and knows they can be found in certain naturally occurring crystal deposits. The catch is that only the biggest crystals (worth at least 1,000GP) can function as a proper amplifier, but she's got a lead on a potential source in a mine about 10 miles east of town. If Lucky can win the audition to kidnap the daughter, she could potentially stash her quarry in the mine while looking for crystals.

She knocks on the the door of the Meyrick estate, and the butler escorts her Mr. Meyrick's study. Mr. Meyrick is a skinny man with wild hair that is graying at the temples. If Gary Busey was a used car salesman and the characters knew what car salespeople were, that's what everyone would say the elder Meyrick looks like.

Mr. Meyrick asks Ms. Lucky Proudfoot what her plans for his daughter are, and she explains the plan. She also plans to scurry off to the mines in a mobile house on chicken legs for extra dramatic flair. The daughter can work in the mines hunting crystals while waiting for the ransom payment to arrive. Meyrick thinks this is an excellent plan and hires Lucky on the spot. He just needs some time to subdue his daughter before she'll be ready for the exchange. Come back later this evening, he says, and she'll be Lucky's problem for the next few hours.

Now's the perfect time to switch over to Norm, who's sneaking his way to where Yance is staying. The recently-concussed trader of illicit antiquities is laying on a cot staring at the ceiling. Norm applies some of the St. Ignatius's Re-Dead Juice to his dagger and moves in for the kill. But Yance rolls over just as Norm enters the room and makes eye contact.

All is not lost, though! Norm shifts into playing the part of an ally who is checking in on him after the concussion. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Norm asks. He goes through a series of simple tests and then "checks for bumps" on the back of Yance's head. That's when Norm makes a tiny nick at the base of Yance's hairline with his poison-coated dagger. Yance passes away seconds later, peacefully slumping back onto the cot.

Sounds of a loud scuffle erupt outside, and from Norm's vantage point, it appears to be a fight between five drunken sailors and a sober-seeming ship's officer. Despite being split up, the rest of the party is close enough to hear the sounds of the brawl and everyone converges on the scene.

Lucky triggers a wild surge and casts Suggestion on one of the sailors, telling him to "make love, not war." Every time she blinks, a duck appears nearby. The sailor under the influence of Lucky's Suggestion grabs a fellow sailor by the arms and pulls him over for a deep kiss. The sailor on the receiving end of the kiss is surprisingly receptive to the romantic gestures, and they stumble away from the fray to keep the passion burning.

Norm exits his building, dashing through alleyways so as to make it look as though he came from a completely different building. There's a drunken brawl and a separate manly make-out session and at least a dozen ducks by this point. What the heck is happening here?

Spleenifer, having been a sheltered woman of faith, has never seen men kiss before. She grabs a duck and announces to her newfound companion: "Let's watch together!" Regardless of the duck's opinion on the matter, it's along for the ride. The passionate pirates are flattered by Spleenifer's audience, but their ships don't really sail that way, if you catch their drift.

While all this chaos is unfolding, Lucky has a bit more fuel to add to the fire. She drops her suggestion and casts invisibility on two pirates and the officer. It's hard to fight when you can't see each other, right? Well, it does stop the fight for the most part, as the two invisible pirates stumble off to rob a bank with their newfound invisibility powers.

The remaining pirate is lifted up by an invisible force (spoiler: it's the captain) and slapped. Now the captain's visible again and orders him to return to the Rising Howl, their ship that is currently docked until the river rises high enough to let them sail. Spleenifer grabs another duck from the flock (now called Prongle), while still restraining the original duck (now named T'Pam) in her sturdy arms. She manages to coax them into pecking at each other like they're kissing.

Norm dashes over to where the sailors were fighting and is nearly overpowered by the stench of alcohol. He pulls out a match lights it to see just how much of a drunken cloud the sailors left behind. Lucky adds a little pizzazz to the situation with a little bit of flammable luck, and the cloud ignites in an impressive cloud of flame in the air that leads in the direction of the fleeing sailors. Jay leaps in front of the two kissing sailors to shield their love from the explosion.

Once things calm down (always only briefly in this town), the party swings by the general store for some pickaxes for their upcoming mining expedition. Not wanting T'Pam and Prongle to feel left out, Spleenifer fashions some miniature pickaxes out of twigs to give to the ducks. Lucky snags a caterpillar cocoon (foreshadowed magical purposes!) on the way to contact the lizardfolk to borrow their house.

At the Meyrick estate, Mr. Meyrick greets the party and directs them to a wagon containing a tied-up sleeping giantess (technically half-giantess, but still LORGE). Once their "hostage" is safely aboard the house, the party contemplates what to do.

"I've never done kidnapping before," asks Lucky "but is it reasonable to ask for her emancipation?" But that is soon answered once the giantess wakes up. Lucky is able to communicate with her, and learns that the giantess's name is Tina. She's well-spoken and her family loves her a lot. This whole kidnapping thing is a publicity stunt to get some sponsorship deals. The house gallops toward the mine, reaching the entrance after about 20 minutes.

Tina agrees to help the party mine for crystalline amplifiers and takes up a pickaxe along with the rest of the party. Lucky uses the cocoon to transform herself into an umber hulk with a sweet, sweet burrowing speed. But after some time has passed, a group of eight drunken brigands arrives at the mine's entrance to hide out.

Norm puts down his pickaxe and sneaks toward the boisterous brigands to assess the situation. One of the group has a rucksack full of books, while the rest carry sacks of more conventional treasure. As Norm listens in from the shadows, he learns that the treasure comes from their recent break-in of Salem's.

The sound of picks against stone catches the attention of the brigands, who drop their spoils and tread deeper into the tunnels. A massive chunk of crystal has just been unearthed, and it could function as a quality crystalline amplifier if it can be completely excavated. However, that's the time the drunkards show up. One of them makes obscene and probably physiologically incompatible advances at Tina and a fight soon breaks out.

Smites, spells, and sneak attacks smash into the metaphorically-smashed sailors. Lucky's burrowing triggers a small tunnel collapse, and her confusing gaze disorients even more of the sailors. Spleenifer smacks at the base of the crystal to uproot it before the tunnel collapses further, and soon the party emerges victorious.

Mr. Meyrick arrives to collect his daughter just as the last brigands flee into the night. He mentions that the sponsorship deal fell through, though he still brought the promised ransom. Maybe they'll be able to collaborate on another scheduled kidnapping in the future? Who knows!

The party searches through the stuff left behind by the brigands and finds wealth of many types. Material wealth in the form of gold and gems is most obvious here, but there is also informational wealth. Among the books that were stolen from Salem's is a copy of Zaribeth's accounting ledger. As in, the true version that depicts all the shady stuff going on with Zaribeth's businesses.

With that realization, the adventure concludes for the night and everyone advances to level 12. Stay tuned next time for more!

[seleneshield]

A Fine Flame

@bow-tie-bartender

Selene felt herself go warm all over when she felt Grillby slide over to her side closing the gap between them as her nerves lit up at their every point of contact and heart sped up. But at his eloquent and calm words expressing what he wanted out of a partner and felt herself relax into his side, “Why Mr. Ignatius, you didn’t tell me you were a poet.” Selene gave him a little grin at her comment before easily leaning over just a tiny bit more and resting her head comfortably on his broad shoulder, admiring how well their hands fit together. “...So no masks, enjoyment of quiet moments, and sunsets and sunrises...I think can give you that. though I will admit, I’m more of a sunset gal personally, not really one for early mornings despite my profession...but for you -” she stroked that back of his hand with her thumb almost as if to punctuate her point, “-I could probably be convinced to get up to watch the sun great the day.” As thrilling as it had been to kiss his hand earlier and see her effect on him, and as tempted as she had been to possibly try and kiss him further before Sebastian came back, sitting there cuddled up against his side on her sofa while holding his hand in that moment felt just as lovely. It felt as warm and comforting as being wrapped in a blanket warmed by the sun fresh from the line.

The comfort of the moment eventually ended, as all moments do, when Sebastian returned to announce that dinner was ready. With only a tiny bit of reluctance Selene arose and offered her hand once more to Grillby before leading him across her entryway to her dining room. The long table that could seat six was set for two at one end of the table, the room dim and lit by only two candelabras placed on the table giving the room an intimate feeling. Sebastian pulled out the head chair for his charge before doing the same for her guest. Before each them sat their hors d'oeuvres, three small pieces of dried bread covered in a layer of charred scallion butter topped with a tiny arugula leaf all artfully arranged. Smiling at Grillby Selene picked one up and ate it in one bite, humming in pleasure at the wonderful rich flavor before having a sip of the perfectly paired cocktail waiting for her next to her plate. Looking up she glanced to elemental to see if he was enjoying them as much as she was.

[luxmaeastra]

Ignatius had spotted by her the river, laughing what he presumed to be her sisters. She had spotted him and ran and he'd spent weeks looking for her. His brother and sister teased he was seeing things. But he'd been adamant that she was real. He'd never had any inclination to settle down before seeing her. Eventually he'd given up and gone to a different wood and now - now he cursed himself for not wearing his better hunting clothes.

She sat by a spring watching the tiny fish, she flashed her eyes to his and he froze. He needed to speak before she ran again.

"At the very least give me a chance Dove."

"Dove? Do I look like a bird to you Lordling?"

He flinched and rubbed the back of his head. He flushed and set his stuff aside approaching her slowly. He stopped when she tensed again.

"You were wearing a white gossamer dress the last time I saw you, it shone - it reminded me of a Dove, of a white cloud. I needed to call you something in my head and Dove worked just as well as anything else. Unless you'd honor me with a name?"

She rose walking around the small pond to stand before him, he couldn't breath.

"Answer three riddles for me and perhaps I'll give you my name Lordling."

He swallowed and nodded. He clasped his hands behind his back and titled his head. He hoped his smile was charming.

"What's your first riddle little dove?"

//AY I FINALLY GET TO WRITE THIS SCENE!!//

This man, this male. This was the second time he had found her, the second time he had disturbed her peace and perused her. What hard did he intend to inflict upon her? Would he dare hurt those she cared, for those she deemed her family. Yet as he spoke, she couldn’t help but not an absence of malice, an absence of trickery she had seen in others.

He was also so willing to answer her riddles, riddles for her name. He was either foolish, or smart. Maybe he was both? The fact he likened her to a Dove intrigued her, his explanation was odd but she could accept his explanations for now.

“My first riddle; What is always in front of you but can’t be seen?” Her gaze settled upon him as she allowed him to think. The answer he sought was the future, something he probably saw with her from how he acted. The way his cheeks were flushed, the way his breath seemed caught as she stood not far from her. She had to admit he had some char, some merit.

She couldn’t help her own smile that settled into place, stepping back only slightly – if only to remove the sensation of comfort she felt in his presence.

[zaronadra]

Hmmm who are your rs OTPS n brotps if u got any? :)

otps:

zaronadra (of course)

ozan/owen

nex/char

jessika/korasi

iggy/cyrisus

idk about specific “brotps” but.... i really like the concept of all the signature heroes hanging out and being close friends along with the other adventurer-type characters (zanik, cyrisus, philipe, etc) because i just... love big groups of different kinds of people being friends and the found family trope and just *cries*

even though it’s not really a thing in game i also like the idea of the zarosians being close to each other, but i especially imagine akthanakos and wahisietel as being buds

also ignatius is just friends with everyone so there can be a lot of brotps with him