#ignatiius

[hraunwyf-a]

@ignatiius

The tray in her hands bore fewer things than it had the first time she had brought it out, but that was less the result of a waning generosity, and more the result of having learned from what was left when she collected it in the middle of the day.

There was a small handful of fresh cloudberries from her garden, because they wouldn’t grow naturally in this area, her best homemade granola and honey, and a delicacy she had come to suspect that the whatever-it-was-living-in-her-storage-shed liked—sugared violets and rose petals, which, unlike other things, were usually all gone when she came back. She had found out early that meat would not be touched. Loki was still unsure whether it was some form of draugr or vættr or maybe even fae that had taken up residence, but one thing seemed clear to her: if it was on her land then it was technically a part of her household, and being the hausahallr, she had a duty to feed it.

Loki hummed quietly as she came down the path and finally to the quaint little shed, then kneeled down and set the tray in front of the door before she herself sat, the morning dew dampening her clothes just a little. She reached for the door, but did not open it; three slow and precisely measured taps on the wood, and she said carefully, “I have breakfast, friend, if you’re not still sleeping. Would you like me to leave so you can eat?”

It was formal, but it was the way she had learned—the unknown had to be approached with respect, asked permission for things, even by gods. She waited for the sound of the wood being rapped back; once-for-yes and twice-for-no had seemed to be the maxim. Loki hoped it was not asleep, or else absent. Even with the limited communication method, she liked the ‘conversations’ they sometimes had; as with all unseen things, she felt as though she could confide in it a little more than other people.

[reststops-blog1]

@ignatiius // starter call

using the glow from his cell phone to light a path on the concrete ahead of him, ryan totes a hefty bag of trash around the building and he hears the noise before he sees the cause. it’s probably an animal of some sort- a raccoon maybe (please god, not a bear), or even a drifter or homeless person looking for food. it’s rare that he sees anyone on foot around here, especially at night, but it does happen.

so as not to alert the dumpster-diver to his presence, ryan cautiously steps around the corner and the sight stops him in his tracks. the figure is generally human-shaped but it is massive. when ryan stands by the dumpster, his height trumps it by maybe two inches, whereas this... person towers over it by a few feet. if they wanted to, they could pummel him without even trying that hard. but, summoning what courage he can, he decides not to let uncertainty get the better of him. besides, the guy with the record for tallest person in the world was almost nine feet. and this guy, despite his intimidating stature, is probably just hungry and perfectly harmless.

at least, that’s what ryan tries to convince himself as he speaks up. “uh, e-excuse me?”

[omnipctens-blog]

        chuck shurley takes a step     ,     NO     ,     a   few steps   back     ,     appearing more than just  STARTLED     .     his eyes are wide     &&     his mouth keeps opening and closing as he   tries   to look for   RIGHT WORDS     .     and he certainly can’t help but stare up at this     ...     walking mummy     ?     ❛     um     ,     are you going to try to   hurt me     ?     because if you are     ,     you should know there’s an   ARCHANGEL   on my shoulder     .     ❜

@ignatiius   ♥’d

[petalbound-blog]

@ignatiius​ gets a plotted thing!

        IT HAS BEEN MONTHS NOW, since finding the castle filled with such warm & light & activity has been next to impossible -- & yet, even still, adrienne cannot find it within herself to say she prefers it. there is very little left, she’d found, of the princess who once found such frivolous joy in extravagant parties for the purpose of having those that would fawn over her at hand. true, she’d all but longed for such a life before -- but, now, such feelings are reserved for quiet nights within the library, with her wife and whichever book they’ve chosen to pour over for the evening.

still, the castle staff and all those in attendance seem to be enjoying themselves, and who is she to begrudge them their happiness?  a celebration to commemorate the ending of a particularly long and difficult winter had seemed very much in order, and truth be told, so long as there is a dance or two with belle and the presence of good company involved, adrienne cannot say that the decision to hold it was a poor one. even now, as she and her wife turn on the ballroom floor, she cannot help but smile to herself, her feet moving in steps she’d once thought long forgotten. it’s never far from her mind that once such happiness seemed so out of reach -- perhaps, she supposes, that is what made times such as these all the sweeter.

the final notes of madame de garderobe’s song die away just then, and with a final kiss pressed to belle’s hand, adrienne’s own comes to rest on her wife’s waist, guiding her towards the thrones situated at the end of the hall. entertainment is being announced, after all -- performers from a circus that had been passing through the kingdom. she has very little idea of what to expect from it all -- acrobats, perhaps, or a magician -- but, it had seemed a charming enough idea when lumiere had proposed it. after seeing that belle was comfortably situated, she settles down upon her own seat, a hand coming to rest of that of the woman beside her. the warm smile for her fades to somewhat skeptical curiosity as she turns her head to see something large being wheeled in from the entrance hall.

strange. but, then, she’s certainly no stranger to that.

[magicbound-a]

ignatiius replied to your post:    » when will orsino get a monster bf

if by bf u mean best friend the being’s Here for that

   » it can stand for bf... he’ll be the monsters friend. 

[thisbecoming]

“ he [ the being ] had always despised his size and how much it distanced him from humanity, and whenever francis did anything to make him feel physically smaller, it was always comforting. he never fully realized that francis might want to seem bigger for his own purposes, too. he continued to stroke idly at the tattoo, murmuring, as he did so, absent-minded thoughts about how he had never seen a dragon until francis. ”

                    -- oh nothing, just kyra making me fucking emotional, @ignatiius

[bestvictim-a-blog]

@ignatiius // x.

       “-- you don't have to be a ghost, here amongst the living.”  though, a grotesque looking monster doesn’t fit in quite well with society, does it?  repulsion curls low in their stomach, rests on their tongue, though it’s bitten back.  tegan has to have tact.  they can’t go around and insult.  still, it’s not a pleasant thing to take in.  there’s a swallow of their disgust, then a half-hearted, wary smile.

[decoratedhunter-blog]

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

Sentence Meme

His blood felt as if it were on fire - roaring in his ears and drowningout any semblance of common sense. Fight was the only instinct embeddedin him at the moment. Eyes narrowed at the creature before him and handslowly and rhythmically curling over the hilt of his gun. A sneer made its wayacross his tight features - teeth bared as he hoisted the weapon up further. 

“ It can talk, ” came the thin words, a faint chuckle leaving him as he stoodpoised and ready to gun the creature down. It seemed that whispers of a darkermagic in this world had been true. Not the ravings of lunatics or heretics --for there was no other explanation for the vile thing that stood before him. 

“ I’ll not fall prey to whatever power it is you think you might hold. I’m nofool -- ” the rifle was raised further and the snapped off with a deafening click. 

“ One more step and this bullet will lodge itself between your eyes, creature. ”

[futurepopmoved]

8'1 have fun

send your character’s height & I’ll compare it to mine.

*eve voice* throw him back into the graves he came from i dont want him :(

[marblebelow]

’ Well, some people use their imaginations. ’

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST SENTENCE STARTERS                /                ACCEPTING.

HE FLICKERS HIS EYES TO THE FLOOR RATHER THAN TURN HIS BACK to face the being from where he stands on the other side of the bars. and they would be fools , the man thinks but due to a sudden circumspect , does not say. fools indeed would fall prey to their imagination rather than see the world as it was , and javert has always preferred to stand alongside pragmatism. does this monster know so and only says what it does to force a reaction from its captor? it chills him to think it capable of such manipulation , that of society's most undesirable men , and JAVERT WILL NOT PLAY ITS GAMES. he draws his eyes forward again , face falling out of expression once more. 

❝ HARD TO READ WHEN YOU BUSY YOURSELF WITH ABSENTMINDED CONVERSATION. i'll take the book back now , if you're done with it. ❞

[makercursed-a]

ignatiius

  guess who just got diagnosed with anxiety &...

actually, everyone’s favourite fucked up lesbian is me, kyra,

shit,,,,u right. 

[aegisframed]

     “-----hold still! i’m almost done.” she sits behind him, gently braiding his hair; short stemmed flowers wait in a basket beside them, for her to weave into his braid once she finishes. euryale sits next to medusa, knitting a sweater. pink. one she says is his color. “do you want yellow flowers or blue flowers?”

@ignatiius

[findmeoniironbled]

@ignatiius

“i’m starting to think i should have kept the door locked.” tony looked over to the male and then to the door, head tilted but with curiosity etched all too eagerly on his features. “who are you exactly?”

[inexcellsis]

        “ The water wheel, the slide-rule, the telescope, the pocket watch ... Heh.  You got no idea how many Earthly inventions are the result of a little help from above.  An angel whispering in a poet’s ear; a chance taste of God’s knowledge ...  but you ... ”  A low chuckle.  “ I wonder. ”   /   @ignatiius

[petalbound-blog]

’ It was you, wasn’t it? ’

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST SENTENCE STARTERS. ( accepting! )

❛  ... a very long time ago, yes.  ❜

in all honestly, adrienne isn’t certain why she’s kept this PARTICULAR painting for so very long, especially now that it bears the scars of her once-frequent temper tantrums. sentimentality, perhaps -- after all, it does remain one of the few representations of her mother’s face left within the castle. or, maybe it’s just a reminder of what she had once been, a subtle way of telling herself that she cannot allow herself to go back to those days.

it serves now as something the being can appreciate, she imagines -- proof that the human girl he trembles before was once as MONSTROUS as he. apart from the word of the servants and townspeople, adrienne supposes there aren’t very many of those. 

for all that reflecting, however, her tone is wry when she speaks. ❛  as you might be able to tell, i didn’t find it a particularly FLATTERING depiction.  ❜

[magicbound-a]

ignatiius replied to your post: ignatiius replied to your post: ...

FIRST OF ALL FRANKENSTEIN WASN’T EVEN A DOCTOR HE HAD NO DEGREE AND SECOND OF ALL U KNOW WHAT TO FRANKENSTEIN’S CREDIT HE DIDN’T TURN INTO A GIANT HARVESTER AND TRY TO KILL HAWKE SO. LIKE. ONLY SLIGHTLY BETTER.