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You can call me Sprinkles I slipped and fell into the seventh circle of Ignis hell. Join me?All ships are valid here. 18+ so minors DNI.
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Ignis Scientia of New Insomnia, The Chosen.
All accounts speak of the True King leaving no heir, his Nobel sacrifice bringing back the light ending his reign. Those closest in his fight left with no words, no orders, and wholly humble, it is well known that all those who watched the sun rise once more that day felt relief…. But also lost.
The Chosen King, also known as “The True Seeing” King was placed forwards, tasked with leading by those left behind in the sun's light. No arguments were made, no one claiming to have royal blood. No one wanted the throne after so much chaos had been caused by it… after how much blood had been spilt because of it.
The burden now on The Chosen King, the light having returned did not mean our problems were solved. Lucis still lay in shambles, the people still cramped in small fortified cities without true order. Monstrous machinery kept running despite the demise of their master, aimless with hatred attacking all that moved. The Chosen King took up arms, seeing no mercy for the soulless creatures. Any daemon or built soldier slain where it stood, armies of them falling and littering the deserts with broken metal. All remains of daemons were burned in cleansing fires… but the metal was piled high, left in place after orders - a reminder in time of how they had fallen.
Not afraid of the continuous fight, only a small few were hand selected as the new army of The Chosen King to help. Those who had stood by his predecessor who asked for forgiveness were given their penances. These soldiers were not only tasked with protecting the people who returned to the crumbled city of Insomnia… but to rebuild it anew. Each brick was painstakingly cleared from the crumbled streets, each body buried after being given their rights. It took labour and time, but the shining city began to take form, left with remanence of the old city once again as reminders. It seemed important to those left behind that no history was left without evidence and its mark on the world.
The only part of the old city that remained completely untouched was the citadel. Allowed to remain as it was, the Chosen King and the two men who remained at his side throughout his reign continued work in there alone. It became a sacred ground, the walls gifted with plants and flowers that seemed only to ever grow, never to wither, as if the Gods had blessed the place themselves. Inside, it is still said the remains of the fallen Kings of Old Insomnia lay, their graves hand crafted by the New King, his right hand, and his shield.
During his reign, The Chosen King took no partner, nor bore an heir. Instead, he looked amongst his people for those with qualities he deemed fit. He placed into law that blood could no longer be the way Kings were made, and those who shone brightest and kindness in New Insomnia would take the throne. It may have been considered foolish at first, as lustful eyes looked to tempt the crown to their own heads. But none who had cruelty in their hearts could fool the three men who protected what the True King had died for. Each one fell into ruin under blank stares, often paraded through the streets as punishment for their mockery of what was considered sacred.
In older age, The Chosen King, despite his blindness, saw threats well, and made sure to flatten them before they could storm against New Insomnia’s walls. It was considered an age of peace in the eyes of civilians, and all who trained to protect the city felt their fights were not in vain. Battles fought were not without their King, who swept through enemies as if his sight still remained. No man who stood at his side felt fear in the field, all knowing well tactics had long been perfected.
Despite age, it was the youngest of the three survivors, the Hand of the King who died first. It is still sadly unknown how Prompto Argentum took their last breath. All records around the man’s death seem to either be lost or destroyed. He was declared of Lucis by The Chosen King, his body was carried by his companions through the streets until they met the citadel. No sound was heard, no one dared to break the silence even in their grief. The wind seemed to blow softer on the day as birds stopped their singing in mourning of the Hand of the King. No one tells of the day the youngest man of the three died, only that since that day, the Shield of the King refused to speak. His voice seemingly lost in his grief, the impact of the loss was felt in the Royal Palace all throughout. All stories of the Hand were cheerful, speaking only of his kindness and tragedy of his loss. Anyone who whispered rumours of his true birth became unwelcome, often gone before they were able to defend themselves.
Time passed, and while hearts could not be mended, an heir was eventually chosen with special care. Not a soldier, nor a scholar. A man only placed forwards seemingly due to his compassion. The Heir was given no privilege in his upbringing, but once chosen, was schooled in combat only as a means to defend himself - the rest, told of history to make sure mistakes could not be repeated. They learned well under The Chosen King, and his silent Shield.
The grief the city felt at the passing of their Chosen King could not compare. Those who had been touched by his protectiveness of New Insomnia covered their eyes in cloth as a gesture to him. Unlike the Hand of the King, the streets were filled with chimes of songs of grief and sobbing. All those who had known him told stories of what he had done for them. The city of New Insomnia was awash with banners of all colours, and those who stood blindly in the streets could not see as their king was carried towards his final resting place. Once more opening the doors to the citadel, the New King carried out the wishes of his predecessor. Buried beside Noctis Lucis Callum and his father, beneath the marble floor where the old throne once sat, the doors were sealed for the final time. The spear, which had served Ignis Scientia so well, was taken by his Shield - Gladiolus Amicitia, into the outside world. While it held no power as the Royal Arms had once, the tradition of placing the weapons away from the city held true. Its last known resting place, however, is unknown, as Gladiolus never returned to New Insomnia. He took his leave still in silence, strapped with the weapons of his fallen allies.
It is said that Gladiolus returned the spear to the place The Chosen King lost his vision. Others say that the Shield still walks Lucis, much like the Gilgamesh of old, protecting what he held dear.
The only true thing known is that the four men who stood against the darkness all took their own paths in death.
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My contribution to the @iqlucis digital add-on, which is now available for purchase again at our international store (iqniflheim.bigcartel.com).
This is the cropped version of the desktop wallpaper version I included in the bundle, and is quite possibly the most time consuming piece of art I’ve ever done. I had a lot of setbacks - repainting the left side background 4 times, for one…and some upsetting family stuff going on in the background, so this is a month overdue from when it should have been finished. But now it’s done I can get back to working on Caelum Zine! ❤️
I used the outfit I designed for the IQ keychain, and sometime later in the year I’d like to do a matching nighttime version with the bros walking through insomnia at the end of the game, but let’s see how I do getting everything else finished first!
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Ignis taking a stroll through the gardens of the citadel, before hell broke down.
Posing and rendering in Blender Cycles, edits in Photoshop. All Models and logos © by their respective owner’s! Fanart only! No copyright infringement intended! I am not making any profit with this picture! Don’t edit, repost or claim as your own!
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It's my 5 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
Can’t believe I’ve been on this hell site for 5 years.
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HC’s - You had a bad day at work and the boys cheer you up
Hi everyone (✿◡‿◡)
This is for all of you who are constantly confronted with people/customers in your job who can ruin your day. We always wish for a little cheering up in such situations, right?
So, how about the guys from Final Fantasy? 🖤
I hope you’ll enjoy my HC’s 🖤 A big thank you to my dear friend @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹
Characters: Prompto, Ignis, Nyx Ulric, Cor Leonis
Prompto
The first thing Prompto always does when you come home is to greet you with joy and to kiss you.
He does this today as well, and his kind and caring nature makes you burst into tears all at once. Oh, you really needed that after that hard day at work.
You immediately snuggle into your boyfriend’s comforting arms and he embraces you.
“Y/N? My love, what’s wrong?” Prompto is all worried about you and wonders what has you so upset. You don’t say anything because your tears won’t allow it. Your words are stuck in your throat.
“Did something happen at work?” You nod and Prompto sighs sadly, because he knows you don’t have an easy job. Often you come home very sad and exhausted. Loving as he is, he gently strokes through your hair. He stays here with you until you slowly calm down.
He looks down at you with a warm gaze, brushes the tears from your face and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your cheeks are all flushed, but he thinks that’s totally sweet.
“Thank you, Prompto. I’m so glad to have you,” you whisper as you lean into his hand, which is currently stroking your cheek.
“Come on, Y/N. Let’s go for a walk and enjoy the sunset. What do you think?” Prompto knows how good you feel after a walk. And nature especially helps you to calm down. “And after that, we could get some hot dogs? Some fries too? Huh? How does that sound, hon?”
His gentle laugh and the soft expression in his eyes is all that makes your heart beat faster.
It was quickly decided and the two of you head out into nature, walking hand in hand towards the sunset. It is quiet around you. No one to annoy you, no one to be mean and vicious towards you for no reason. Prompto was your angel who knew exactly how to make your heart laugh again.
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Ignis conjuring the ghost of a memory to himself. A chocobo in his magic how he remembers it after years of darkness...
Posing and rendering in Blender Cycles, edits in Photoshop.
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