#igniida

[unblot]

@igniida : "My sunflower. Being with you is just like pulling two SSR's in one day." Idia attempting to be romantic with Salem

“ ... ” At first it looks like the flirtation doesn't register with Salem, the redhead merely slow blinking in response. Despite being in proximity with Idia for so long, it can sometimes be difficult to remember what all his lingo means. In fact, in recent months they've started using a separate notebook full of definitions and descriptions of the things Idia says. Hopefully with that, they'll be able to keep up with him in due time.

Instead of saying anything in response, Salem wordlessly steps out of the room, briefly leaving Idia in perplexed panic. When they return, they have their Idia lexicon in hand. They open the page on gacha terms and skim the contents before promptly closing it again. When Salem's eyes meet Idia's again, their lips have curved upward in a minute smile. Without a word they lean forward to press a soft kiss to their boyfriend's flushed cheek, still smiling when they withdraw.

“ Thank you, Idia. You're my most prized UR card. ” They're not sure if that's the correct way to phrase it, but they hope Idia will still understand what they're trying to say.

#verse: post canon. #interactions: salem. #igniida #my north star radiant & bright. with you i’ll never be lost again on this dark stormy night. ( salide / igniida. ) #asks. #true love is writing a full lexicon so you can understand and communicate to your autistic boyfriend in his gamer lingo #if its not clear they also referred to the lexicon for how to flirt back lmao #i love them btw #but also would 10/10 gag hearing this kid of flirting

[makovu]

@igniida​ asked:  "I still stand by what I meant during that whole... Incident." Idia doesn't specify the incident, since Eliza left he's tried not to think about it or talk about it. Tried to forget it. But he can't, it haunts him as the ghosts haunt the halls. Recently his thoughts have turned to how he treated those who came to help him. How he was so willing to sell their soul for his own. It wasn't right, he knew that. He should apologize but this is the best he can do and it's still not great. "You'd make a better husband to someone then I ever would." There's a small snicker from him about the words he chooses next "Not way better and hopefully not to a ghost. But I think you'd be good none the less."

the corner of leona’s lips quirks up into a hint of a smile at idia’s snicker, amused despite everything — fond, too, in a strange sort of way, but that’s not something he plans on revealing in so many words. he lets the admission settle, pseudo - apology that it is, and waits a moment before speaking up. his eyes are locked on something nondescript in the distance and not on idia sitting beside him, and his arms are resting across the back of the bench in a way just as relaxed and confident as leona tends to be. “ y’know, ” he begins, that amusement reaching his eyes as they shift to idia, head turning to fix him with a steady look, “ if i didn’t know you any better i’d think you were puttin’ the moves on me, radish sprout, talkin’ about me being a good husband and all that. ”

and now he’s just teasing, but there’s something sincere in his eyes as he nudges idia lightly with his elbow before standing up — thanks. just like idia’s not going to outright give an apology, leona’s not going to outright accept the one that’s there.

#ic. ✗ #main verse. ✗ #igniida #happy ghost marriage en!!!!! #i was minding my own business eating breakfast and this answer came to me and i had to rush to answer it lol

[sunhalf-a]

@igniida​ liked.     /     idia & piper.

It’s surprise — and the surprise is the first thing they’ve really felt in a while.  It’s shock that winds up their spine, through their head, twitching and uncomfortable.  Everything is uncomfortable.  The nurse says that’s just the blot working it’s way out of their system, that the constant - disquiet will dissipate in time.  Piper stares at Idia, and ——

Hadn’t expected him to come visit them.  Not many people have, since their overblot a few days prior.  Kalim brought food once.  Leona, to check on his vice - captain.  Lilia.  Sebek brought homework, insisting that they weren’t allowed to disgrace Malleus’s name by failing anything, even like this.  Silver apologized for him.  But they don’t have many friends, so their recovery has mostly been alone.

(  recovery, recovery.  they hate that word.  she should be dead.  she should be dead.  she shouldn’t have been saved.  she should have been swallowed by ink and that should have been the end of the story.  )

“H - Hey, senpai.”  The honorific feels clumsy on their mouth after everything, after telling him about their gender and their name, but they don’t know a better way to speak to him like this.  They feel fragile, small, like a child expecting a scolding.  “Come to...visit little old me.  And in person!  Make a guy feel special.”

#igniida #✦ * piper — main verse. #haha hi :) #suicidal ideation /

[pixieacoco]

𝐄𝐑𝐀     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂     𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄  

RULES.   bold the aesthetics that applies to your muse. STOLEN FROM: Myself(@igniida​)

𝙼𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙰𝙻. Tired eyes. Coffee stains on the table. Listening to the bustle of the city. Unmade beds. Ponytails. Sunlight seeping through the curtains. Chapped lips. Walking barefoot across the floorboards. Dusty dictionaries. Black and white reruns. Huge sweaters. The ticking of the clock. Hearing birds in the morning. Fireplaces. Falling asleep during class.

𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴. Freckled skin. The sun rising. Watching the sea. Taking shots of the city. Historical museums. Bright eyes. Looking up at the clouds. Walls covered in artworks. Drawing in the middle of lessons. Tracing your fingers on the sand. Painting for hours. Staying in uncrowded coffee - shops. Worn paperbacks. Messy braids. Going to bed with your knee socks on.

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚀𝚄𝙴. Dark hair. A little sophisticated. Always observing the world around you. Intricate designs. High ceilings. Extravagant musical pieces. Dim room lights. Colorless photographs. Fancy furniture. Hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. Mischievous looks. Bitten nails. Candlelight dinners. Dark shades of lipstick.

𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻. Chandeliers. The clinking of a teacup mug. Laced clothing. Modern architecture. Light hair. Watching the view from the terrace. Hidden birthmarks. Drinking tea in the morning. Wandering about in an empty building. Botanical gardens. Old films. Ancient marble sculptures. Expensive perfume. Breakfasts in bed. Reading stories about mythology.

𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲. Compassion. Short writings on scraps of paper. Blushed cheeks. A bouquet of roses. Reading collections of poetry late at night. Loose hair. Carpeted floors. Attending operas. Faint music playing in the background. Staying under the covers until midday. The night sky. Streetlights. Picking flowers. Dancing around in silk dresses. Scented candles.

#ʕ മᴥമ ʔ♡ ༚∘( Headcanons )∘༚ ♡ʕ മᴥമ ʔ #ʕ മᴥമ ʔ♡ ༚∘( Games )∘༚ ♡ʕ മᴥമ ʔ #((I'm a lil surprised classical had more in common with coco then Baroque #But looking from an aesthetic side I can see it #I can DEF see that romantic aesthetics in Coco's look too))

[uniquemagics]

@igniida : "If I’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?" What if post chapter 6 Idia and Yuzuha?

Because she can’t leave once she’s attached, she doesn’t know how, she’s only ever had one friend and he left instead of her.  Because she’s so lonely and she’s more lonely than she is furious.  Because she’s made to love, and love is always stronger than anger, is always stronger than the gunmetal grey taste of betrayal.  

All too romantic, even if it might be true.  Silly, stupid.  Like a story.  The truth of the matter is this : she doesn’t know how to do anything other than watch boys she loves become corpses.

She doesn’t know how to do anything other than stay while they rot.

How selfish she is, the girl who can’t save anyone, to blame her brother.  To feel angry in moments that he left her behind knowing how empty she’d be, as if his act of leaving wasn’t a final, desperate show of the pain he was drowning in and swallowing for her sake.  How selfish she is, to blame Idia for hurting her in the same ways she hurt them, to resent them for betraying her as if she wasn’t a horrid friend not to be able to stop it at all.  How selfish she is, but right, too, to be angry, and to let herself be angry, to insist that she deserves to be angry, that she has the right to expect better from someone she loves than ——

(  a new scar on her collarbone / not sure if it’s from one of the guards or idia himself when they overblotted.  she didn’t have any scars before coming here.  even kanta didn’t leave her with scars.  )

Her hands tremble at her side, curled into fists, and she stares up at him — it’s a good line, she has the gall to think.  It shut her up in a hurry, her furious spitting, WHY ARE YOU HERE IF YOU’RE SO ANGRY?

Doesn’t she had a right to be furious?  Doesn’t her anger matter?

She blinks and she spits, “because you’re still my best friend.”

Her anger matters, that mattering of it fills up her chest and her throat and has tears pressing at her waterline.  But it’s not the only thing that matters.

Maybe to Idia, ‘best friend’ doesn’t mean anything.  But to Yuzuha, it means more than the world.

“I’ve only had one best friend before,” she says, “and he left me, too.  So you can leave me, too, if you want.  But I — I’m not going anywhere.”

But Yuzuha doesn’t know how to do anything other than stay, even when they start to decompose.

#igniida #igniida ( idia & yuzuha ) : would you be kind & put away your weapon? you cannot cut away what we got. #answered. #yuzuha : main verse. #YIKES !!! #theres a lot going on here #ask to tag / #queue.

[furtwisted]

“ you never seen a flip phone before ?? ” ollie asks, snapping the item in question shut with a delightful click. alright, so it’s a glorified burner fagin got them to send status updates on, but it’s theirs, and they’ve gotten really good at navigating the weird little number-letter system. “ ‘s little low tech for you, i guess, but it works. ”

@igniida​ / ollie’s t9 pad chronicles

#❆ — in character #igniida #i cannot explain or elaborate

[ignihydegear]

@igniida​ asked:  "Easy, don't move too quickly." He's always like this after Ortho first boots back up after repairs. Nervous, overly cautious, acting like Ortho is a porcelain doll that will break if moved too suddenly. "How do the new air compressors feel? Are you balancing okay?" He questions glancing to Ortho's feet to make sure there's been no missed errors.

booting up is an interesting experience to explain — awareness running on auto, systems scanning for errors and damages. audiovisual sensors are on but for a moment the ai personality is held back by necessary programming. and even after the automated systems run their checks, idia’s anxiety and ortho’s acceptance of it demands that he runs his own additional ones as well. “ balance test initiated. the new air compressors are working 23% more efficiently than the ones i had before. ” there’s a notable joy in ortho’s voice, like there always is where idia’s tech genius is concerned.

“ balance test completed. no faults detected. i could go outside and do some more extensive tests to see how quickly i can right myself if you want, big brother!! ” there’s an air of play surrounding how he talks about testing his limits.

#01 | in character. #igniida #first ortho reply let's GO #02 | main verse.

[kleinemeine-m]

@igniida​ — idia

Idia vc: I can make like an entire book on reasons to punch the gods if you REALLY want a reason

      ❝ well i can say i’m curious on all the reasons now. ❞

#igniida #twstd — ic #// is this crack or not we may never know HBHVJBDJKF

[storyteller-prince]

@igniida​​  ♡’d for a starter with Neige!

“I’m sorry to bump into you but-- oh, is that the new game everyone’s been talking about?” Unfortunately, Neige didn’t have that much time to play games unless it was on his phone but he did wish to play that one. 

#igniida #—－－－☆ precious snowdrop. #( i hope this is okay! )

[unblot]

@igniida​​ :    The bushes of the garden rustle, whisper and shake where a hidden creature moves beneath them. Only when they reach the bushes closest to Salem does the movement stop. Suddenly all is still and silent once more. As something sits staring at Salem from the shadows before it breaks from the bushes, launching itself off the ground and straight into Salem's arms. A small round creature with familiar blue fiery hair looks up at them with golden eyes. It's adorned in what looks like a smaller version of the Ignihyde dorm head's favorite hoodie. The creature stares at Salem before trying to climb into Salem's school jacket, seemingly attempting to hide from the rest of the world. 

It does not show in their face or movements, but Salem is alert to the light sound of scuffling within the bushes. Given that they’re in the botanical gardens on the regular, they’re often attune with the atmosphere & the changes within it. While they don’t see whatever creature is approaching them, Salem is under the assumption that it means no harm. After all the garden fairies often flit about the area in order to care for the plants alongside Salem. 

However when the mysterious creature leaps out from the bushes & ambushes them, Salem is made not only alert but alarmed. The third year freezes, eyes darting to the odd looking creature now latched to their arm. Well...this certainly isn’t a fairy.

Upon further inspection, Salem is able to take note of the similarities the creature bears to a certain someone they hold dear. The flaming blue hair & the sharp gold eyes are impossible to mistake or ignore. Could this be some new creation of Idia’s he’s yet to tell them about? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made artificial life in the Shroud image. Though it doesn’t feel like his style to make something like this look like him.

Button like gold eyes meet glassy brown ones, the corner of Salem’s lips twitching as their expression softens. “  Hello.  ”  They remain stoic & relaxed to contrast the creature’s excitement, lowering a hand to scoop it up from their sleeve. “  Do you need help?  ”

They don’t know what the creature wants or why it’s chosen to latch onto them of all people. But they do have a sense that it doesn’t mean any harm. Though even if it was, Salem doubts they would have it in them to attack such a small thing. Especially when it looks just like -- 

Once safely nestled in Salem’s hand, the creature stills its movement, apparently content & comfortable with its new resting place. For a moment something shifts in Salem’s gaze as they watch it relax in their touch. Despite the warmth of the creature, Salem feels quite cold. They wonder how any living thing, artificial life or otherwise, could feel so at home in their deathly touch.

The creature nuzzles itself against their thumb, silently pleading for more affection. Ignoring the sudden heaviness in their body, Salem complies. With their free hand they move to pet the top of the creature’s head. Their movements are that of someone awkward & inexperienced in physical affection. Yet despite their stiffness, the creature seems to still revel happily in their touch.

Unbidden Salem’s mind drifts to the real Idia, the one of flesh & blood, the one they could never hold like this. What would he think if he saw them like this? Would he be embarrassed? Would the sight of them displaying such artificial affection disgust him? The thought makes them feel...It makes them feel. Salem can’t comprehend the feeling, too unfamiliar with the sensation to know much of anything. But they know it doesn’t feel good. 

The light in their eyes that had sparked initially from the creature’s presence has dimmed. Whatever warmth they’d felt from the sudden affection has faded away to an ashen hearth. The creature seemingly attune to Salem’s subtle shift begins to fidget around in their hand again, perhaps hoping to lift their spirit in its own way. 

Salem shakes their head, closing their eyes before planting a gentle kiss to the creature’s head. Though as they move their mind still lingers on someone else, someone they can’t have, someone who’d never run to them like this. It...hurts to think about. It hurts more to be reminded of the fact. So whatever good intentions the creature resembling their love has, Salem knows it’s better for them to part ways. 

“  Thank you,  ”  they murmur, giving the creature one last affectionate nudge. They move to lower the creature safely into a large flower bush, intending to let it roam free again or return from where it came from. However they’re met with resistance as the creature stubbornly clings to the hem of their cardigan sleeve. Their chest grows heavier. They don’t want to say goodbye either. But they will. This won’t be the hardest goodbye they’ll have to make. 

“  Please let go.  ”  The sadness in their eyes finally breaches the surface, Salem’s forlorn gaze making their pleas all the more grim.  “  I’ll be ok. So will you. You don’t need me.  ”  Again their mind lies on someone else as they speak, someone they think they love, someone who’s goodbye will be the hardest Salem will have to make. 

#asks. #interactions: salem. #verse: canon. #igniida #IM SORRY THIS GOT SAD #i didnt mean for it but i wanted it to be pre relationship like yours and then they just...yeah #this is also way longer than i meant for it to be asdfgfdsa #my north star radiant & bright. with you i’ll never be lost again on this dark stormy night. ( salide / igniida. )

[makovu]

@igniida​ asked: "Leona, wait." Idia says trying to catch Leona before he runs off once more. He knows he has to act quick lest they get caught by teachers in Leona's attempt to skip class or worse if someone catches Idia giving a gift to Leona. He could say it was payback for the birthday present Leona had given him earlier in the year, surely. But if he could avoid having to explain himself at all Idia would greatly prefer that. He digs in his bag a moment before pulling out a rectangular box wrapped in blue and gold striped paper. He practically shoves the present into the others hands as he says. “Here.” Before Leona can say anything to him or even look at the present inside, Idia is already hurrying away. Inside the wrapping is an old board game titled ‘Rule’. The cover shows several figures sitting atop a mountain and reaching towards a globe as though trying to grab it. The back describes it as a strategy game for trying to take over the entirety of the map before your friends can. Taped to the cover of the box is a typed note on blue paper reading ‘HBD, Leona. Next time we see each other I challenge your rule!-Idia’

hearing idia calling out for him to wait has leona stopping in his tracks, turning over his shoulder to look at his fellow housewarden. it’s rare for idia to be out and about in the middle of a school day in the flesh, so leona’s not going to outright ignore him like he might the annoying little device the techy sends in his stead most days. he hardly gets the “ what?? ” he asks out before a wrapped box is being handed off to him and idia is scurrying away.

he’s left alone in the hallway, everyone else already having gone to their class, to open the gift. he starts walking towards the botanical gardens as he opens it, tossing the paper into a hallway trash can on his way as his eyes scan over the cover and the writing on the box. it’s been a while since he’s played a board game ⁠— he can’t remember the last time he did, actually.

with an amused little smile, he reads the note taped to the front of the game before tucking the box under one arm. with his now - free hand, he pulls his phone from his pocket to send a quick text.

[ to: Idia Shroud ] you’re on, radish sprout

as he pockets his phone he wonders how pissed him and that octopunk would be if he crashed the board game club, and he can’t help an amused little laugh to himself.

#IS THIS A RISK REFERENCE. leona would be so fucking good at risk. #ic. ✗ #main verse. ✗ #igniida #weehhhhhhh

[sunhalf-a]

@igniida     /     idia & yuzuha!

“Oi, Idiaaaaaaaa - san.”  The name and honorific both extend too long, almost whiny / mostly tired when he finally opens the door.  (  she’s only been knocking for, like, three minutes.  )  Now that he’s here, she perks, the motor - mouth starting.  “You’re alive!  I was worried.  Also, are you good at rhythm and memory games?  I’m stuck on this one level of Space Channel 7: Part 2 and I’m gonna cry if I have to do it again!”

#igniida #✦ * yuzuha — twst verse. #i WILL write a more serious ep 6 one soon. probably 2day. but for now i needed smth funny #i think the idea of twst having a VERY SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT version of space channel 5 is hysterical

[allurante]

     ‘ is it inconvenient having a pillar of fire atop your head at all times? ‘ she really hopes he doesn’t set the drapes ablaze. / @igniida​ sc.

#igniida #( d'vora vc: how do u brush it ) #( vhfdkjaq hello !!! ) #* ' ic / dreadful thing.

[soundlessteller]

@igniida​ said:   Kimuri in A2 or C3!

wonder if he caught someone in a lie...

#mun's art #◉ visage #igniida

[uniquemagics]

@igniida​     /     idia, ortho, piper & attempted murder

Piper’s never this sloppy / Piper’s always this sloppy / Piper is, as ever, made up of a thousand conflicting needs and a million conflicting wants with no way to tell the latter from the former.  They swirl / go sharp around the edges / crack against one another : I NEED / WANT TO SAVE LEONA.  I NEED / WANT TO SAVE LEONA FAST.  I NEED / WANT TO STAY ALIVE.  I NEED / WANT TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS PLACE THAT MAKES ME FEEL SICK LIKE MY LOCKED BEDROOM.

She bites out a curse, stumbling against a wall to breathe.  I NEED / WANT TO STAY STANDING.

(  idia has to — idia, idia, friend, friend, betrayed her, knows her secret and still didn’t matter enough — know she’s here, she already came to blows with some of his fucking guards before she’d managed to flee.  she’s hurt.  two shots with the tazer, still standing through sheer fucking fury alone.  )

SHE NEEDS TO SAVE LEONA.  SHE’D RATHER DIE THAN LOSE ANYONE ELSE.  SHE DOESN’T CARE WHAT IT COSTS HER, BUT SHE HAS TO SAVE LEONA.

NEED / WANT TO BE SOMETHING BETTER THAN USELESS.

Piper’s sloppy enough to be impulsive / to catch sight of brown hair just before a door slides shut / to be too excited to stay quiet — “Leona!”  The shout of his name is too loud, and likely why they get caught, by ——

Ortho.  Their teeth grit, and they straighten, edging to the door they’d caught sight of their — of Leona in.  NEED TO SAVE LEONA.  NEED / WANT TO LOOK STRONG, NOT TO LET ORTHO KNOW THEY’RE INJURED.  “Hey, kiddo,” they say, holding his eyes, hoping they contact will distract from their hand groping along the wall for the way to get the door housing Leona open.  “Nice t’ —— see ya.  Wish the circumstances were better, y’know.”

Can they outrun Ortho?

Their hand slams down on the button and the door slides open.  Piper turns and bolts for their partner.

ONE WAY TO FIND OUT.

#igniida #piper : main verse. #hehe #syd and i discussed leona Seeing Piper Go Down so this is how im allowing for that dgskjfdhsgdf #dont feel like u have to match this. i went nuts

[pomfiores]

WHAT TRAGEDY ARE YOU?

antigone

you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

tagged by. @splitcards ty allie! I didn’t need this to come for our necks but thanks!!

tagging: @evecursed, @hashtaghunter, @igniida, @zorkaya, @yukikorogashi, @cxrsedstar, @crimsonfacets, @wonderloste, @prsonatm, @savanaclawed, @movingcastlle, @tclesnmirrors​, @revededelice​, @noctechoro, @blotlcss, @lachrymosestorm​, idk who else did or didn’t do this I’m probably late but still.

#EEEEK #me and vil cLUTCHING HANDS in fiSTS. #'your ideals can lead you to self-destruction' oH. 'aren't afraid to stand alone' aMENNNNN #to tag * #let me make prOPER TAGS.