#muse ;; IGNIS ( FOOD )

[coreofgold]

@devilsmenu continued from here

Ignis nods. "Beef it is." He grabs the onion and knife and starts chopping up the onion and prepares it in the olive oil covered pan with the beef.

[tenebriism]

Single to Multi Addition: IGNIS SCIENTIA.

Being tempted over with freshly made Ebony from @onuscientia . Guest muses include his older sister, Charlotte, and his little brother, Atlas, with a SPRINKLE of his parents, Alistair and Evelyn, verse depending.

[mercuryxbullet]

( ooc. ) tag dump.

[coreofgold]

"I've heard there are merchants that bring exotic spices with them, perhaps that would help.' Ignis wanted to buy some cardamon and cumin

"Well it's hard here to add too many spices or anything. Not a lot around. But you know I am the best chef so I am able to make it work." Sanji chuckled lightly. He looked over at the other and smiled. "It is an interesting challenge."

[gingerel]

promptis 📷🎣

It’s just a hand.

Noctis has had much scarier things in his hand. That snake someone bought in for show and tell, the wrong end of Ignis' dagger, a not very well-balanced magic-flask which exploded not in his hand, thankfully.

In most ways, Noctis is brave, he’s not afraid of much.

Prompto’s hand is right there on the table, a few inches away from the soda dripping condensation into the table, turned half on its side in prime position for someone to take and Noctis just cannot bring himself to do it.

Noctis doesn’t think Prompto will exactly mind if they hold hands. Three days ago, they kissed, more of an accident than anything, and while neither of them has had the nerve to bring it up—or do it again—the fact Prompto hasn’t stopped showing up has to mean something positive.

Prompto’s other hand moves, fingers drumming against the tabletop, but it would be awkward for Noctis to reach out and take that one, so he can’t focus on it for long.

“What time did you say Ignis was coming to get you?” Prompto asks.

Noctis drags his eyes up to Prompto’s face—not exactly a hardship—and tries to make his brain process the words. Prompto smiles at him, tilting his head a little while he waits for an answer and have his eyelashes always been this long?

“Noct?” Prompto nudges.

“I um—I don’t remember,” Noctis admits.

Prompto rolls his eyes good-naturedly and the hand Noctis has been gawking at pretty much all afternoon shifts to grasp the soda between them so Prompto can take a long drink. They’re sharing, which is basically kissing anyway.

Noctis should just take his hand, once it’s empty again.

“Do you have to go?���

Noctis blinks at his best-friend and blurts, “What?”

“If you can’t remember what time you have to leave it’s not important, right?” Prompto explains. “So, you could maybe just stay.”

“Here?” Noctis asks. Prompto nods. “With you?”

Prompto’s cheeks turn pink, but he nods again.

Noctis could stay, he’s done it before. He can order them food and log into his Moogleflix, and they can just move over to the couch and—

“Dude, what is up with you?” Prompto wonders.

Noctis wants to hold his hand. It’s hard to think about anything else.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re so spacey,” Prompto muses, laughing just a little.

That hand lifts off the table again, gently pushing back some of the hair fallen across Noctis’ face. It’s not an unusual touch, in general Prompto is generous with them, tactile and affectionate in an uncommon way that Noct has long since grown accustomed. What is unusual is the way Prompto lets his hands drift back a little, fingertips scratching briefly but wonderfully against Noct’s scalp before a thumb traces his ear and the hand starts to fall away.

Noctis snatches it by the wrist before it can completely depart, heart beating too fast for sitting still.

“Sorry,” Prompto mumbles and his pink blush turns crimson.

“Don’t be,” Noctis breathes. “Do you—the other day…”

Prompto tries to tug his hand free, but Noctis doesn’t let him, just shifts so they’re palm to warm palm, thumb hooked over finger and tension almost palpable in every digit. Prompto’s palm is soft, but his fingers are a little rougher than Noctis was expecting. It’s not bad, not even a little bit, just another facet of Prompto for Noctis to file away in his mind and treasure for the rest of his life.

Noctis flexes his hand and Prompto squeezes back, his throat bobbing.

“We kissed,” Prompto says, voice cracking a little.

“Yes,” Noctis agrees. “We can—do it again?”

This time, when Prompto nods, it’s a rapid bob up and down. He tugs at Noctis hand, and they lean into each other eagerly, almost too fast. Their noses crunch together right before their lips touch but it’s literally kind of perfect.  

[electricea]

@rosa-geminae sent - 27. Did you ever play a wedding? 33. what’s the first ship you played ( Shipping Questions for the Mun - Accepting! )

27. Did you ever play a wedding?

Actually in the middle of writing my first one right now! Except we're not at the wedding part yet, we thought we'd write all the stuff in between like picking out the venue, the food, the cake, etc - a fun little way for us to hype up the wedding and add detail to it. This was with a ship I've been doing for a long time now and I had my muse propose on New Years and we've both just been very excited to talk and plan this wedding for them and we're just taking our time with it and writing every little detail for it.

33. What's the first ship you ever played?

Oh gosh, that'd be going way way back but the first I really remember and the longest lasting one was one on my blog before this - Ignis from Final Fantasy XV - it was with my good friend, Stacie (@resonatingmuses) and her OC, Stacy - it very much started as a slow burn ship but over time became something deeper and more meaningful. I may not write Ignis on here nor do I have any real desire to revive or go back to him but we do have a little Discord server for our ship and I just love the amount of detail and care that's been put into it, by both of us. We've had that server for I want to say, years now - and it's a server that means a great deal to me and truly is the culmination of our ship and all our hard work and I couldn't be more proud.

[coreofgold]

"It's so people have different options to eat at any time." Ignis explained. "I don't know if people eat every single flavor, but if you are feeling a specific flavor one day, you can have it."

.｡.:*☆ "Alright.... I am sorry." Ponyo giggled and had another spoon full of ice cream. "I am curious though, why are there so many flavours? Do people really usually eat all of them?"

[coreofgold]

@devilsmenu continued from here

"Perhaps that's true." Ignis said, but in his experience it's not good. "Suppose it depends on person to person."

[wiildhearrted]

@ervaurem from this “Hmmm~ Is that so?” he hummed with a nod. “It does one good to live in that kind of mindset, though. Like- imagine winning in some lottery, but if I was in that position, I suddenly wouldn’t know what to do with the money!”

He did notice that working for gil was for mostly for the sake of sustenance and the other basics for their journey. Although it took quite a while for him to adapt to outdoor camping, sleeping under the stars became a comfortable mainstay for the retinue. There was something… intimate and profound about sharing stories around the campfire while eating dinner. It was an experience that staying at the lodgings or hotel couldn’t live up to for some reason. 

Prompto couldn’t help but feel worried for Nikki. Sleep affected, well, anyone’s daily life- for better or worse. The few times the retinue had to continue trudging without sleep was unanimously a bad experience every time. “Ah, so is it somethin’ like insomnia, if you don’t mind me askin’?” he asked with a tilt of the head while he followed Nikki’s lead towards the destination she had in mind. “Eyy, don’t worry about me. I’m still wide awake from the coffee and heavenly food Ignis cooked earlier. Besides, nothin’ like a little quest of our own, right?”

"I --" A soft sigh escapes her. A bit of the amused light leaving her eyes at his question. There's a few moments of battle within her mind as she tries to decide on just how much information to reveal to him. "I get night terrors, Prom. Some nights, sleeping does more harm than good."

"Don' worry about it, though. They've been happening for years now, so I'm used to not getting a whole lot of sleep." The shifter musters the best reassuring smile she can as the daylight continues to fade around them. After a moment, she turns her back to him in favor of leading him to the small network of caves nearby where the daemons were rumored to be lurking.

"Iggy's coffee is hard t' beat," she muses. "Shouldn't be too far from here, though. Maybe a half an hour 'f walking, if what the people at the diner told me is right."

[tsckcyomi-archived]

❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . igncotjon

Noctis only vaguely listens to Ignis going on and on about the safety measures kept in place for the current festivities. It's naught new, after all, but the prince supposes that as his right hand Ignis merely wants to reiterate the congeries of plans he and the Crownsguard have come up with. And perhaps to have the peace of mind that he at least tried to remind Noctis of all these plans. But, well, eventually he's had enough and he glances up from his phone.

"Calm down, Iggy," he huffs, just a hint of amusement resonating in his voice. It's commandeering enough to make Ignis pause regardless. "Everyone's getting screened at the entrance, even my dad and me. There are guards at every damn corner. Nothing's gonna happen." If his words disgruntle Ignis, Noctis pretends to not notice, and Ignis knows better than to keep pushing the issue. Rising to his feet, Noctis grabs his blazer.

"Let's head out and just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" It's Noctis' favorite festival, after all. It lasts a total of four days ━ three days spent fasting, praying and bringing various sacrifices to the sanctuaries of Etro scattered across the city. The royal family are outfitted appropriately: each day a different combination of royal black, gold and the skull motif that no one but them and chosen associates are allowed to carry. The first three outfits are always the most eccentric, masks covering their faces or parts of them, capes draped over their shoulders, extensive embroidery… Yet the fourth day, the day on which all of Insomnia celebrates loudly and proudly, indulging in alcohol and foods, the royal family's outfits are more subdued. Golden foil was delicately placed along the right half of Noctis' lips, trailing up his cheek to resemble a skull's teeth. His eyes were accentuated with the same tone of gold, the inner corner and upper lid carefully powdered with eye shadow. His stylist decided to but contour the rest of his features ━ to make his eyes and jawline pop out more, as they put it.

Before he can slip on his blazer, he hear Ignis bidding him to wait and the piece of clothing is pried from his hand gently. Noctis merely raises an eyebrow at the other man but allows him to carry on, watching as Ignis steps behind him to help him put on the blazer before he appears before him again, gingerly smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric he may or may not be seeing. Noctis remains quiet throughout, eyeing Ignis closely. The way the other's brows draw together as he focuses on his task, his lips thin.

" ━ Happy?" Noctis allows a teasing smile to curve his lips when Ignis takes a small step back. "C'mon. Gladio's waiting in the car."

[coreofgold]

"Yes, their drinks are quite delicious." Ignis agrees. "If I don't have their coffee products, they also have other creme drinks. Also. . .the cake pops are pretty cute." Even if he can't see them, he can eat them in one bite and that counts.

"So this is what Starbucks is," she said as she finished her drink, nodding in approval. "I think this is amazing. I see why they're so popular," she beamed. She knew that this was possibly temporary but she wanted to enjoy every moment she had with this second chance, even if it was just a drink

[hellguarded-moved]

≥ INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM: @distopea_

Marlo had always been impressed and fascinated with the human traditions around the world. Each time he had popped back on their realm, he had noticed something new, bringing those people together, as if they always needed an excuse to celebrate something - and he couldn’t blame them for that. Tonight, both Ignis and him were walking around in festivities that people were calling Christmas celebrations, wandering in the streets where the fox could easily snatch some food from the stalls. It was cold, but Marlo felt warm, hanging by Ignis’ side. Somehow, he sensed that he was more than glad to be with him right now, the two of them sharing a special bond, unbreakable, that no one could ever match in Marlo’s heart.  “Here!” Marlo pulled on the other’s sleeve, dragging him further away, where he had seen people doing something new. Right under strange little branches, they were all giggling, looking up at these ornaments, before they would exchange a kiss. Marlo dragged Ignis until they were also standing in the middle of them, mischief written all over his features. “We have to blend in, remember?” He said with a foxy giggle, before he eventually stepped closer. For some reason, his heart skipped a beat. He licked his lips and stepped closer again. “Didn’t you see that they all kissed under that plant?” He pointed at the mistletoe with his clawed finger, before he eventually rolled them around Ignis’ collar. “Allow me…” He whispered, before he eventually gave a slow kiss onto the Hound’s lips.

the various celebrations humans had come up with were... strange. oftentimes unneccessary in the canid's eyes, but his vulpine companion disagreed— he found great enjoyment in them, he'd noticed. this wasn't their first christmas spent together— part of him had wondered if he'd come to figure out its charm and enjoy it just as much as marlo did, but it never simply clicked with him. on earth, it had always seemed to snow during this time period, and whenever they visited the more populated areas, all that snow had been stomped ten times over into nothing more but slush. it was ugly and wet.

still, he'd accompanied the fox to the festive markets, still eager and willing to learn a bit more. compared to most of the people around, he wore considerably less layers, which had sometimes earned strange stares from the humans, but he didn't care. " hey! " a quiet yet sharp exclamation as he witnessed the other steal some food from a vendor that was too distracted to notice, already attempting to take it from the kitsune and return it, but the way marlo swiftly dragged him along prevented from as much— made worse by the dense crowds they had to squeeze their way through.

given the thievery, he explained marlo's motives to himself as means of hiding away his crimes, more than anything. he met the fox with a pointed glare, " that's theft. did you know thievery is punished across all realms? " he tried to be educational, as he'd noticed as much both here and at home. with a frown, his eyes followed the trail of claw, observing what the fox was referring to— the way people kissed under a mistletoe. " yeah, i saw... " he trailed off, flinching just a bit as once his gaze had dropped again, he noticed the other standing far too closer to him than he originally was.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at marlo's advancements but indulging them anyway— he'd be a liar to say he didn't enjoy the feeling of the vulpine's lips against his own. at the very least it served as means of relaxing his soured features, as well as his mood. humming into the kiss, he glanced up at the mistletoe hanging above them with a curious smirk. " what a weird tradition. we should ask around where it comes from, " he mused idly, then turned rubies to the fox once more, " alright, alright. i'll forgive you just this once. "

[adagaium]

at least 5 things your muse enjoys doing aside from canon! repost, don’t reblog - pls!

as in, a list of things ardyn might want to do if he isn't trying to wreck people's lives

singing! ardyn also has a great singing voice and if you catch him on a particularly good day, he may be singing along with songs on the radio while he does his paperwork ... he also sings in the car, so maybe not riding with ardyn is a good idea, because he will not let you turn off the music unless you want to forfeit your soul. 

building or designing machines and things! ardyn brought magitek to niflheim, but while his days in the past were mostly traveling, taking care of the kids, spending time with his wife, or healing the sick, ardyn has always had a knack for tinkering with various items and making new little contraptions. a natural inventor this one! while ardyn can’t draw chocobos, he can make amazing blueprints.

cooking! while he’s no ignis, ardyn knows how to make some very nice tasting food. this is something he had to practice a lot, since when he started, he was terrible at it, almost poisoning himself on multiple occasions back before his exile and execution and absolutely poisoning himself when he first attempted on his own when he finally had his own place to live. lucky for ardyn, he’s immortal, so that went over as a little time under the weather, nothing more. one could guess that he is in fact far older than he looks by the meals he cooks — delicacies ... of at least a century ... at times, he’ll recreate something much loved by most in solheim!

dancing! especially ballroom dancing! ardyn likes fancy parties and he certainly likes fancy dances to go with them. as chancellor, he’s also a socialite, he’s invited to many events and occasions. ask him to dance with you and he probably will. it’s the one time where he will let someone hold his hands, because it’s dancing and necessary. despite having sustained an injury that absolutely has done something to his walking, while dancing, ardyn doesn’t seem to have an issue with movement at all. dancing with ardyn is probably more romantic than most other things he’ll ever do even if he has a significant other ... 

creative writing, especially poetry! also known as the other intimate ardyn experience. ardyn has in fact written poetry love letters. he also likes creative writing in prose and if he wasn’t so bent on revenge against the lucis caelum line, he’d probably sit down and write a novel. as a note his own favorite books to read are usually mystery, sci-fi, or philosophy. for as romantic of a poet as he is, he hates romance books. 

[ranseiuniter]

flashback

Send "Flashback" for a look at something in my muse's past.

"As my strategist, aren't you supposed to tell me that this is insane and we shouldn't do it?"

"Maybe, but as your strategist, I think that it is insane, and that's exactly why we should do it."

It was late. Well past midnight. The ultimatum from Hideyoshi had been stuck in Hiroko's mind, keeping her from sleeping. Surrender, or Ignis will launch a full scale invasion against Aurora. She was given until the end of the month to make her choice—a scarce week.

And then, in a flash of brilliance—or complete madness, perhaps—she had an idea, and rushed to wake Taiki.

"If we fail—"

"Aurora will be fine. We may not be, but the citizens will be," Taiki says calmly. "Ignis is almost entirely dependent on Aurora for its food supply. He's not going to go burning the fields like that Dragnor bastard did when we were children."

"Still—if you, or Katsu, or—"

"Lady Hiroko." Taiki interrupts, "He disrespected all of us. He just told us, loud and clear, that our Warlord isn't worthy of our respect and that we're too weak to fight back. Not only that—your father has been dead for a matter of days, and what he just did is spit on his fucking grave."

Right. He was right. Aurora had been wounded, but her men still had their pride. And what was more, many of them held her father in high regards. Many owed him their lives. The insult that was not even giving them a moment's peace to mourn—surely, at least, not the oldest of her soldiers would take that lying down.

"You're right. Besides, it was my stupid idea. I should at least commit to it if I'm going to drag you into it before it's even light out."

Taiki grins. "That's what I like to hear. Now, let's figure out how to make this ambush work. I want to hear that bastard begging for your forgiveness."

[coreofgold]

Ignis smiled. "I am glad you seem to enjoy it." He explained the two types of steaks he used and how he prepared it.

Vegas is still watching him as he finishes up. He takes the plate from him and takes a bite. He smiles and looks up at Ignis again. "This is really good. What's in it?"

[mandakatt]

To the lovely Anon that sent me this!

*grin* Your wish is my command Doll.

I’ve got a couple things in the works for him - His chapter in Kitty Cursed, the way he ‘sees you’ after he loses his sight, and a few other things. So.. yes!  Hopefully the Muse will let me do the thing soon enough!