#incendiums

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@incendiums replied to your post “He is caramelizing onions today. To freeze them.”:

{ Mist vc: you sure are living life...

Something about that tone... it's not chilly outside, so why are the hairs on Raguna's neck standing at attention?

"You.. think so? I guess it's not too exciting to watch, but thinking about the soups I can spruce up later puts a few feathers in my chest."

[meticulous-mage]

@incendiums continued from here

To be defenestrated by their own experiments — how tedious. To be defenestrated by their own experiments, and then caught by someone who wouldn’t hold his tongue concerning his worries — how time consuming. But, Gregor did have a point, no matter how much Miriel was loath to admit it — no matter how much it discomforted them, this interruption. Sighing, the redhead pulled away from the mercenary’s touch, already overwhelmed enough without unwanted physical contact — friend or otherwise. “Loath as I am to do so, I must credit you with veracity.

“I am no use to anyone — least of all myself — if my own experiments and research injures me.” That being said, however… “But I must correct you, however, based upon an assumption you continue to make — and that I am made quite uncomfortable by.” The scientist didn’t try to force themself make eye contact, knowing that doing so would make the situation worse, but they did set their gaze just to the right of his; as they did so, they reached up to adjust their glasses. “I am not a woman, Gregor, and I would appreciate if you did not address me as such.”

Brusque, but they wouldn’t stand for it.

[museinmultitudes]

❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ (Henry to Mitama)

Dialogue Prompts | Accepting! @incendiums

Henry did not seem to think anything was that bad, never letting anything affect the smile that always sat permanently in place. Mitama's contrasting frown persisted. Was he correct? Perhaps. But now it was becoming a matter of principle.

"Well it might certainly have been better." Mitama insisted. She held out her hand for him to see. A matching set of cuts on her skin, an indication of the bird's displeasure. "I had helped raised some birds in my deeprealm as a child. I did not expect such a difference in temperament."

She pouted. "It stings."

[fillespreferees]

@incendiums

Growing up in the Spirit Forest Village had never been simple but, as Cigyun grew into adulthood, it became impossible.  With only her caretakers for company, she’s grown restless.  The air began to suffocate and the treeline began to close in until there was only one thing she could think to do to remedy her situation and, on the night of her eighteenth birthday, Cigyun ran away.

She knew the risks.  She’d been told her whole life about the curse of her blood.  She knew what would be done to her if her Loptyrian heritage was discovered.  But she could be careful!  She could keep it hidden!  And truly, she had been willing to risk it all for a taste of the freedom denied to her by the circumstances of her birth.

It was still an impulsive choice.  A moment of teenage rebellion without planning.  And now Cigyun finds herself cold, hungry, lost, and alone.  It is not the glamorous and exciting life she had imagined for herself.  She is free to see the world and live as she pleases but she had not considered what she would need to take care of herself.

After days of travel, she happens upon a tavern and inn.  It’s clearly been established to give travelers a place to rest off the main road.  As night rolls in, the skies open up and rain begins to pour down.  She cannot imagine spending another night out under the open sky in weather like this and her belly does grumble loudly.  Drawn by the lights inside and the smell of cooking food, Cigyun ventures inside.

She avoids eye contact as she enters and pretends she does not notice the way men stare as she approaches the innkeeper at the bar.  “Please sir, I only have a few gold pieces but I can cook and clean.  I just need a place to stay tonight.  It doesn’t even have to be a bed!”

A stranger leans in with a wicked grin and takes hold of her by the arm.  “No worries love.  Keep your gold and come share a bed with me!  I’ll keep you warm all night long.”

“Th-that is kind,” she stammers as she tenses, “but I can’t.  Please.  L-let me go!”

[pathofemblems]

✶ · ⊰ @incendiums ⊱ · ✶

It's torturous, the way Inigo continuously toyed with him. The looming cash in on a favor he himself offered stifled him on the daily, making every little thing just an extra level of uncomfortable. The very same way he tensed and postured when an enemy was in his vicinity was now his initial reaction whenever Inigo invaded his space, leaving his shoulders aching by the time he was left alone. Why, oh why, did he ever offer himself up in that way? And now, though they're meant to be bonding, getting closer on their trip to the tavern, Gerome was so tightly wound up that he couldn't even taste his ale. That laughter, so carefree yet somehow taunting; he couldn't stand it for one more second. Without another word, Gerome stood and took the other by the shoulder, and perhaps harsher than he should have, hoisted him from his seat and shoved him along, right out the door where they could get some semblance of privacy. ❝ I've been patient for far too long. Enough. ❞ The backdrop of people laughing raucously within the tavern interrupted, only serving to further annoy him, and in turn take it out on his ally. ❝ This twisted game you're playing with me ends here. Now, Inigo. I demand you pick whatever damned favor you desire—anything at all—just to rid me of this bind you sadistically enjoy keeping me wound up in. ❞

[timesunder]

The sound of wooden swords cracking against one another, accompanied by grunts and boots fervently moving along the dirt on the ground. If it hadn't been for the swords made of wood, one would've thought a battle between life and death took place with the way both parties were sparring.

Sweat dripped down between her brows, arm rose to wipe her forehead with her sleeve. With heavy breaths being taken while laying down upon the grass hill, she couldn't help herself from the smile that formed upon her lips. " Father. " It was still so.. odd. To see @incendiums alive and well and so.. young. Even despite numerous nights having passed since their first encounter, since she revealed herself as being his daughter, it was still something she'd had to get used to.

" It feels like we're both improving. " Yet regardless of how well a swordswoman she might be or become, sparring together with Chrom, simply spending time, was something she wouldn't ever give up on.

" You never told me that story of how you and mother met. " Now sitting upright, she can't help but raise one brow ever so slightly — a rare smug expression nestling upon her visage. " And if I remember correctly, I did beat you last time. " Barely so, with how determined they both were to win that round. But it was something she was proud of ; to defeat her father while both had given their all. But that didn't mean she would forget about their bet so easily.

[ephemeralwxsh]

@incendiums

Decisions were always such a process, as hours bled into days into weeks. It certainly never took half as long for Clorica to organize all the bits and bobs into their rightful place, and ideas were executed promptly, but until a choice was made... Well, if left to her own devices, the butler would surely allow multiple seasons to pass in blissful harmony.

But this idea was a good one! And it should be tackled promptly, since it would help a dear friend. The sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon - early to bed and late to rise for the cozy winter season - the perfect time to start on dinner. Preparations were complete, too, and Vishnal's chores would be winding down.

So, with a spring in her step, she tracked down her fellow butler, popping her head around whatever corner of the castle he currently worked in.

          “ Good afternoon, Vishnal. Do you have a moment? ”

[naviellera]

something fishy | denny & rayfa

Punctuality was of utmost importance for a person of her status. And yet where was her brother?

          Rayfa huffs. She and her older brother had agreed on a little island quite a way from Khura’in for her birthday. They agreed to meet separately as he had some prosecutor business to attend to overseas but now, she was left alone on this foreign land. She hadn’t even thought to bring along any guards, she dismissed the offer when it sprung, wanting a quiet and peaceful vacation, to feel like she wasn’t under surveillance all the time. Besides, she had thought Nahyuta would be here by now. They agreed on one, correct? 

          For a place dubbed as “Sunshine Islands” there was nothing but clouds in the sky. The humidity stuck to her and only served to make her more irritable. A frown is etched on her features to mask her disappointment and sadness as she begins to wander around the area while she waits. No word had been sent yet and she was sure she had the location and time correct. 

          The fishing docks were located on the beach and there were many fishermen working and hauling bait and whatever else the common do with their menial lives. In other words, it reeked of fish which made her nose crinkle. 

          “You there.” She regards a dark-skinned man with curly locks and who could be about her brother’s age. She wears a stern look and crossed arms, sizing him up. Green eyes first take attention of the companion on his person. Beady-eyed and thoughtless as many birds prove themselves, she thinks. “Are you a resident of this place?”

@incendiums

[madcat-world]

Incendium Art Book (1 of 5) - Dominik Mayer

[dcviated]

"Oh. Well. About .... five or ten minutes I think? Since I already knew what I needed it wasn't too much until I was ready-" The shrug passes concern on the statement. Raguna rarely browsed long when he was shopping. It took certain other factors to keep him spending additional time at one store or another.

Usually. The case was the sooner he was done the sooner he was back to work. But with a rain coming soon a break was going to be forced upon him one way or the other as far as the fields were concerned.

"Keep what between us?" Was this a cheeky affirmative to keeping the secret, or a naiveté over the implied transgression that had been witnessed? Hard to say either way. But hopefully something in the delivery in that line was enough to assuage Danny of any worries in the matter. As far as Raguna saw it, there was no harm and no foul.

...really though, nobody wants to suffer Rosetta's wrath. Raguna knew that just as well as Danny. A shared sentiment to be had around the capable businesswoman.

"Guess I'll be reaping some of my harvest to keep the rotation going." Was it a shared sentiment that there always had to be turnips growing? No? Just Raguna? Damn. Oh well. "...and it's still doing well enough, the farm I mean." Raguna shrugs passively as he procures the funds from his purse. One coin after the next scuffed between fingers to decorate the spot on the table.

"Sometimes I think it'd be nice to try and work a store instead. As it is now there are days where I don't stop moving until I fall back into bed! The only days it feels like I can breathe sometimes are the ones where it rains. Takes out one half the work and discourages the other."

[ Danny, Tedium and a Half Pint of Sighs ]

"............." His eyes were glazed over, posture hunched over the counter with his cheek resting on a calloused palm. "........Huh?"

"Oh." Shit. "Still on duty." Muttered mostly to himself. "Err--" Clearing his throat, he arched back to stretch his spine a bit. Had to give his old bones a dusting after being hunched like that for the last half hour. His eyes flicked to Raguna's goods, then back at Raguna, before cluing back in on reality. It was a good thing that the guy in front of him was the merciful type. Couldn't imagine half the town would be as forgiving. "Since when did you get here, Raguna?"

And with one arm rubbing his stiff shoulder, he snuck a furtive glance out the window for a second. "If you could keep this between us, that'd be great."

"Let's see here..." He scanned through the items on the counter, wondering when the hell Raguna had managed to get them all out front without Danny even noticing. Maybe he had to get his eyes checked. Or maybe his mind had finally melded into the countertop. "Yeah, that'll be 1000g. You're in luck. That's the last of our turnip seed stock, I think." Great. (Read with a wallop of sarcasm.) Meant he had to restock it before Rosetta got back.

"How's the farm been anyway? Don't you ever get bored?"

@dcviated

[dcviated]

@incendiums sent: "oh hello, raguna—" Mist begins normally enough, with a finger calmly wagging through the air. "what can you never have for breakfast?"

"Good morning, Mist." At least, he assumed it was still morning based on how much of the field had been worked so far. Days had a way of blending into each other when he was working dutifully through the week. But a glance towards the sky and the sun arcing across it confirms his presumption.

If only a glance could solve all the mysteries of life. Or at the least a single sentence posed by the eccentric woman.

"Uhm? Well there was that time I ate leftovers from dinner that were a bit heavy and-- wait." Now that has a good look at Mist, there's a particular mischief in her expression. Hoe is planted into the ground and he squints. "That's not it, this is a riddle isn't it."

And he is pretty bad at those. Taking things at face value (and being horribly gullible) puts him at a severe disadvantage. And thus, a wonderful target...

"Raw... no. Is it something like ... ah that wouldn't work either." Mist's expression and anticipation are unnerving. But eventually he surrenders relents. "I don't know, Mist. What is it you can't have for breakfast?"

[de4thpunch]

That one time i got compelled to make my ocs MOVE (and shout ig)

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

im always saying this. in a normal voice also

[anthurak]

During my rewatch of Adventure Time, I’ve really come to appreciate how, with the benefit of hindsight, the whole ‘BubbleFinn’ ship was quietly pulled out back and Old-Yeller’d with a double-barrel shotgun labeled ‘Finn’s character development’ and ‘Bubbline’ over the course of Season 3 XD

[pictures-i-like-of-fp]

[theartofmetal]

168. Incendium - Witching (Sludge/Doom Metal, 2023)

Art by Eliran Kantor & Ze'ev Kantor