#lightsmartyr

[prodigiousvisions]

❝ there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. ❞ shinobu @ douma

this is technically unprompted but we were also attacking each other with random quotes. always accepting. | @lightsmartyr

"Oh, oh! What an interesting scene you've provided for us! How truly wonderful. Do you fancy yourself the lion in this scenario? As one of the kings of the food chain, let me provide you a prop to set the stage and acclimate to your role."

So be the lackadaisical rise from his cross-legged seat 'pon the floor. Clawed nails draw tears into the tatami mat below him while he bends at the waist to procure his targeted object. Slow, so utterly and impassively slow; his nails rips through fabric to cut the silence in the air until finally the knuckle of his index finger brushes against what he was aiming for. A ceremonial crown with hanging ornaments to dignify the commemorated position of leader in Eternal Paradise. He will pass on this mantle to her, if only temporarily, hulking stature straightening once brought into his hands as he moves toward Shinobu. He places it, then, upon her pretty little head, and admires the handiwork he'd played a part in ━ the juxtaposition of the blood that crown represents; the brutality that being a lion entailed, while she remained a lost butterfly who had lost herself in his garden. His eyes widen with a falsified delirium, saccharine simper curling at its edges as hands now find comfort resting on her shoulders.

He pulls her closer as if to further instigate her rage. Even now, her righteousness served her no purpose whatsoever in moving forward in any significant matter. How truly pitiful.

"Go on then! Rip me apart tooth and nail with the ferocity and carnage that is inherent to lions. You can manage that much right? Us kin of man are so feeble and weak to such apex predators of the wild! 'We' will say such ridiculous things in the face of danger, blinded by our heroism and need for revenge when the cycle of death persists regardless of our attempts to save a meaningless life! But truthfully, I think you are too kind to suit the role of this 'lion'. Would killing me now bring you elation? Think hard about this answer, for the tides of human emotion are but a temporary sham of short-term reward."

#lightsmartyr #douma. >> answers. #douma. >> ic. #message received. >> answered. #unwind the scroll. >> long post. #/ i looked at douma for too long and he crawled out of his space in hell

[starwrote]

"i would appreciate if you would NOT tear those wanted posters down-" despite only power walking in sampo's direction, gepard gains speed due to being so tall. tolerance runs low for belobog's frequent offenders such as he; the captain is more than ready to arrest and detain with his own hands. / @lightsmartyr for sampo.

#lightsmartyr #✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀ gepard. // 𝐮𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. #✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀ queue.

[oletuslured]

Rumor spreads quickly throughout the manor. How could it not when very little changed in the delicate balance of void-ridden harmony the Baron had in store for each resident? Today's news was no different than expected, however. Someone was going to join them in their permanent residence and monotonous manor games.

And yet, the factions' reactions to new arrivals could not be more drastically different from one another. As far as the Geisha could tell, the Survivors made it a point to cast a much wider net of colorful standpoints, each outlook louder and more aggressive than the other. As for the Hunters... Well, suffice it to say that most agreed to keep their thoughts contained to themselves. It was that or they were simply too caught up in the doom and gloom of such standstill waters only being rippled away by a newcomer dipping their toes into their abode.

Such is the same for Michiko, the lengths of her sleeves swaying and fluttering in the air as she made her way toward the entrance of the Hunter Wing. She need not voice her quiet curiosity- tempered, but mild, hearing only the title of what would be her new acquaintance. An Opera Singer; such an occupation knew what it was like to aim to entertain, no? To understand the extent of people pleasing; minding one's tone— Masking one's bottling rage accordingly.

"So, you are the Opera Singer, no?" The Geisha greets with a well-mannered bow. "I am Michiko — pleased to make your acquaintance. If there is anything I can do to accommodate your stay here and make it more bearable for you, do let me know."

@lightsmartyr

#michiko. >> ic. #lightsmartyr

[noxcomnia-a]

❛ Have you ever experienced a near death experience~? ❜ What a question to ask to a stranger you simply dragged into your antics. It's a really stupid stipulation for a special that you have to come in as a duo to get the cake and crepes that you wanted- Yet, you didn't want to wait as you fetched someone you actually knew and just grabbed the first person on the street that looked like they'd come along with it with minimal issue (Who knows if your judge of character was right or wrong! Maybe this person just liked sweets like you do? At least you are paying for their half if they get anything.)

Yet, the moment the sweets are sat down, you switch gears instantly. Picking up the cake with your hands and taking a bite out of the sweet with a satisfied hum before looking to the other. ❛ It's so sweet it feels like my insides are melting~ How fun. Have your insides ever melted before? ❜

( starter for @lightsmartyr; solomon )

#( in character ) owen; #lightsmartyr #i'm pretty sure you know how owen is but i am still so sorry #i jsut thought this concept was very funny #solomon forced on a date with an also powerful wizard #i use "date' super super fucking lightly #i hope this works for you!!! #solomon sounds fun from what i read on his wiki page

[aicidos]

hi mari i will be coming for you eventually

HELLO?

#lightsmartyr #actually no you will not because my akira braincell is raging and its my turn on the thread #u will get Got beloved!

[curmoritor]

@lightsmartyr asked: 👫 for gepard

Oh no, it's person #2 that he projects aspects of cain onto.

We've talked about this before but I'm going to talk about it again because it's funny. Geperd is really easy to fuck with and bully, so Owen does it a lot. Given that Owen isn't from his world but is existing there for funsies and still has his magic, he uses it a lot to fuck with Geperd. He'll bother him so much, talking to him, pestering him, being weird while no one else can see him because he likes seeing Geperd feeling like he is just a little insane. This eventually stops when he meets Lynx, but Owen got quite the kick out of it for a while.

While he looks absolutely nothing like Cain, he is a knight and reminds him a lot of Cain if Cain was just a bit more strict. It just makes him kind of want to bully him and maybe steal his eyeball too, but no, that right is reserved only for Cain. He still would sometimes threaten to steal geperd's eye just to see how he'd react.

While he'd always do these things while Geperd isn't looking. He'd actually try to make things easier for him since he works so much. Like if he is falling asleep he'll magic up a cup of coffee for him, or if he has already passed out somewhere he'll cover him up. If he needs food he'll conveniently have some that he doesn't want to he might as well eat it so it doesn't go to waste. Things like that!

They are both bad at art, I have decided this right now. I want them to draw together, I also want Geperd to draw with little owen because it'd be really cute and sweet and it'd make little owen so happy. He gets to color with a knight........ thas so cool...........

#☾*‧⁺˖⋆ — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ... 》 out of character ❜ #☾*‧⁺˖⋆ — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ... 》 inbox answered ❜ #lightsmartyr #i like them they are funny

[yeshens]

@lightsmartyr, prompt —

i’m lying, yes, but why do you force me to give you a linear explanation? yuri @ ferdinand

it would faze him, the nonchalant attitude with which the young lord admits to dishonesty, but the years of maturity under ferdinand’s belt serves him well in this instance, and the noble does not so much as flinch. the question begged thought, which, of course, he would do his utmost to provide, but he could not help the petulance that lingered.

“it would help me understand, for one,” ferdinand explains, doing his best to keep the sulk out of his voice, “as we are meant to be on the same side. surely it would be beneficial for us to be on the same page?”

he could never acknowledge the penchant all strategists had for keeping their plans close to heart. (the ones he knew on a personal level, at least, which was a not insignificant number in itself.) ‘to fool your enemies, you must first fool your allies’ — it was a notion he understood, but that understanding did not draw from him any satisfaction. being a heir, ferdinand had been trained to be first and foremost to lead, to take on the mantle as a commander, and while his self-importance had been brought down to modest levels as compared to when he’d first started at garreg mach, he did think his role in all of this significant enough (objectively!) to be included in the young lord’s confidence. the lack of trust pricked at him enough to hurt, and ferdinand had never been very good at being subtle, particularly when digging out thorns.

“i have a question, if i may be candid,” he prefaces, perhaps somewhat unnecessarily. “…have i done something to offend you?”

#ic. ferdinand. #lightsmartyr #surprise<3 #its been a while since i wrote ferdinand i hope it came out well🫡 #yuri: so what if i lie. #ferdinand: be honest. do you hate me

[wistrearchived]

@lightsmartyr sent: ❝   hey stop— stop!  look at me.  they’re dead now.  you can stop.  ❞ yuri

the blood on her hands was not enough. it never was, to satisfy the monster that takes the face of a witch, as if one does not have to change form to become the slaughter once again. edge of the knife plunges deep, penetrating the epidermis and the muscle tissue in quick strikes, but they are brutal and unrefined. crooked edges to the wounds despite the dagger used being well - made and without a single crack on the edges, without a hint of refinement and only fury that causes her to strike with a nearly reckless abandon. she cares not for the quality of her work, this time, but how many times she could kill the man who has long since been a carcass before her. it is difficult to tell where the blood ends and kira begins, strands of obsidian hair nearly turning crimson after being completely engulfed by the carnage.

she was meant to extract information, but every word that left that treacherous mouth only made her want to sew his mouth shut. he did not even deserve to be named. two mornings ago, kira had sent out a battalion of her best. she remembers their smiles, how they said they would not fail her, and she sent them away with her faith and graces. it was by this traitor's lips that they were dead, and so she would take off each hand and cut off his tongue in absolution. the trial will only end in execution, delivered by the sorceress of slaughter. it would have filled her with great pleasure if she could bring him back ... if only to kill him again.

only yuri was able to snap her out of her blood - filled daze. there is nowhere he could hold her that would not stain his own hands with blood. although her violet eyes were facing his direction, it was as though she was looking past him, mind still deep within a daze that she only continued to drown in. her hands were shaking, the silver glint of the dagger in her palm almost quivering ⸻    well, she thinks to herself. there is a sliver of me that exists amidst the carnage yet.

❛      yuri.      ❜ she breathes his name out as though she was remembering how to speak. a crimson hand raises, gripping onto his arm, anywhere she could ground herself with. he was still warm beneath her touch ... good. ❛      he's dead, yuri...? please, tell me he's dead. tell me his pulse is gone. i won't believe it unless it's you.      ❜ her grip tightens, ❛      i can't stop. there will be a dozen more wretches like him to kill tomorrow.      ❜

#lightsmartyr #... i have no idea what just happened with this LKAJSDF #blood tw #blood / #gore tw #gore / #[ 𝐢𝐢. ] in character › i spoke destruction into the world and i could not take it back. #[ 𝐢. ] answered › i would rather die of passion than boredom. #[ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. ] verse › fire emblem: three houses.

[a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses]

@lightsmartyr

...it was, in all honestly, way too early in the day for his student's nonsense.

"Perhaps it's time we returned to the topic at hand, Marius," he said, his tone as calm and patient as ever, despite the sensation of an incoming migraine pulsing through his temple.

#lightsmartyr #new text editor post #Guest Muse: Vyn Richter #Vyn: I haven't been awake an hour and I'm already done with this

[prodigiousvisions]

I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE/WRITE YOUR CHARACTERS SM IZZY!!! you bring incredible depth and nuance and our threads always prompt me to think deeper about my muses and their dynamics with yours : ) 10/10 would die for you

how's my portrayals? accepting. | @lightsmartyr

would you die for me? would you fight for me? jd, please put that bomb away --

jk jk, but starr as always love u so much and feedback of this caliber are the most important to me. im very happy to know that my own writing can have such an impact and influence alongside our tied interactions so (: thank you!

#absolute harbinger of chaos. >> ooc. #message received. >> answered. #lightsmartyr #/ for as many times as i threaten to kill you in the tags #/ this was funny

[bitterseadrop-a]

"  a  human  exchange  student,  you  say  ?  "  ⠀  she  had  to  refrain  from  doing  a  double  take  when  lucifer  delivered  this  new  information  to  her.  milou  could  scarce  remember  the  last  time  that  she  had  properly  interacted  with  one.  though  the  incident  that  sent  her  to  the  underworld  had  occurred  millenia  ago,  her  grudges  had  never  left  her.  she  wasn't  particular  hostile  towards  the  mortal,  but  preferred  to  keep  her  distance  as  she  knew  better  than  to  be  entertained  by  a  friendly  face.  

⠀ needless  to  say,  to  reside  with  a  human  was  not  on  her  to-do  list.  ⠀  "  are  you  certain  ?  ⠀are  you  really  on  board  with  this,  or  are  you  just  fulfilling  your  duty  as  diavolo's  lapdog  ?  "  ⠀  her  intention  was  not  to  undermine  diavolo's  decisions;  she  has  been  as  grateful  towards  the  future  king  as  she  had  been  when  they  first  met.  nevertheless,  it  would  not  stop  her  from  asking  questions  and  excercising  caution  when  it  was  due.  lucifer  was  no  exception  to  this  rule.  ⠀  "  and  even  if  you  are,  do  not  expect  me  to  babysit  them  when  they  arrive.  "

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀@lightsmartyr ⠀ / ⠀ sc.

#lightsmartyr #✧ — ⋆ ask no questions & you’ll get no lies ⠀ ࿈ ⠀ 𝗜𝗡. #milou vc: lucifer blink twice if u need help #DKFSJLJHSDFG #i hope this is ok! lmk if you need me to change anything

[oletuslured]

❝ why keep fighting until you’re just a broken wreck? ❞ norton @ naib

tloz: twilight princess starters (accepting). | @lightsmartyr

"That's none of your damn business, Campbell."

Unmoving eyes do not peel away from the careful rebandaging of forearms despite the brooding silhouette staring him down from the dimly lit doorway to the infirmary. To die in a manor game? All was fine and well until you sat there with the inner hysteria of mental trauma lapping at your mind, reappearing anew without a trace of physical damage permeating your skin as if the entire ordeal was but a mere hallucination to drive yourself mad over. It was matches like these when a hunter with an intent to leave a more lasting effect on the survivors without allowing them the mercy to pass quickly by strapping them down on the rocket chair, forcing them to either bleed out or scramble to find an escape route in tow with their battle scars, where Naib felt there was some shred of meaning toward all of his actions in the moments prior. Each day was resignation to walk into a smokescreen of oblivion as the same monotonous cycle continued. Naib was tired, but something deep within him told him to keep fighting on; to keep doing what he could to keep the others out of danger's way. If not for his sake... for his mother's sake. For the sake of those who did not deserve to be stuck in these unrelenting conditions. For those who still had dreams to catch up on.

"And why don't you fight as hard?" He resorts, shifting on the infirmary bed and pulling his hood back over his head. "We all came here with some kind of ambition or goal in mind. With the way you're talking, it's clear you aren't taking it seriously enough if you've got the time to undermine my own motivations."

#naib. >> ic. #naib. >> answers. #lightsmartyr #message received. >> answered. #/ oof baby's first debut on this blog and its like this

[toorues]

shittykawa

“you’re soo mean to me, iwa-chan! i know you’re jealous of my popularity and charm and natural talents, but there’s no need to manifest your jealousy in such aggressive ways, it’s not a cute look on you!”

#lightsmartyr #(cut to tooru running away even as he gives his speech)

[aicidos]

@lightsmartyr + prompt: ❝ there is no law that gods must be fair. ❞ yuri @ claude

"of course." 

nature, after all, simply is. the wind that directs almyran sails can be so cruel and merciful, but it is all ultimately up to them to decide. and there's freedom in being so left to one's own devices, a freedom so lovely and terrible. the sum of it comforts him. yet, khalid knows—and the thought fills him with a sense of othering—that yuri’s mind is elsewhere when it comes to gods. for the sake of remaining discrete, he follows that path, that fódlanese line of thinking he has learned to adapt to, like sinking back into leaves, drowning in sand. ah, nature, again. unshakable. “in fact, i would rather there not be any laws pertaining to gods at all. divine punishment hasn’t always been about fairness, anyway.” at least not if you read between the lines in all the scripts, even those above abyss, but khalid holds his tongue.

“don’t think anyone from the clergy would be too eager to agree with you, though. seems they all trust that the goddess knows what’s fair.” his finger traces the spine of his book, and there’s only so much light that can filter underground, rendering the nuances of khalid’s expression only visible to trained eyes. and perhaps yuri’s are. so he rolls his shoulders, and, between jest and truth, brightens. “doesn’t exactly sit right with me, a god that meddles in one’s affairs. but keep that between us, will you? unleeess there's a price for your silence that i'm totally unaware of,” oh, there probably most definitely is.

#lightsmartyr #ic. khalid. #oh starr von leclerc.... we're really in it now #in my mind their dynamic is like.. psychological warfare except there's no hostility on khalid's end #just schemer vs schemer communication KJFGNJ #i like to think khalid spends a LOT of time on the abyssian library bc all the censored books r there so #bonding (as weird as Their Specific Brand of Apprehensive Bonding is) becomes Inevitable tbh

[curmoritor]

@lightsmartyr asked: 👫 actually mithra too please

He can't stand this man at all /j

I imagine they actually hang out together a lot at night. Neither of them sleep (a lot, at least). So, they can keep each-other company at night. Owen isn't the most friendly all the times because trusting Mithra is hard since he kills him so often, BUT when they do just hang out and chill i imagine they have a pretty good time! Other times it just ends up with owen as a bloody mess and mithra complaining because he's tired.

This is little owen's like.... third favorite person. Cain is first, then Akira and then Mithra. I know it's only 3rd place but that's better then no place! He likes Mithra! He is willing to pick him up and let him fly around like a bird which he likes! If Little Owen can't find Cain or Akira, he seeks out Mithra. Or if he is looking for one of those two but finds Mithra first, he will cling onto Mithra instead.

They've known each-other for many, many years so on some level Owen does find a comfort in Mithra still being by his side. Even if loneliness is a plague for Wizards, having people who are so consistent for so many years helps to fight off some of it. It's that whole concept of- Yea he wants Mithra to die one day so he can eat his mana stones but also if Mithra died one day the world would feel a lot more empty. He doesn't really realize that Mithra is his friend because their northern nature makes it really hard to see that until the person is gone.

When they are up in the middle of the night together they absolutely make the worst messes in the kitchen ever. They make the worst, most inedible concoctions of food ever and eat it and then just leave the mess for Nero, to which Nero would absolutely fantasize about being strong enough to kill them for it, but that is what happens when you have two weirdos with the worst eating habits on the planet.

#☾*‧⁺˖⋆ — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ... 》 inbox answered ❜ #☾*‧⁺˖⋆ — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 ... 》 out of character ❜ #lightsmartyr #they are just funny and silly