#dicyde

[guileheart]

@dicyde​. //

                              `   while i appreciate it, i don’t need your help, you know.   `

SMALL IN STATURE as she may be, a reigning warrior dictates within. it is her turn to scrub the dining hall’s floors, & what she deems as a simple task, she shall complete with utmost fortitude. if somebody else steps in to help, that is, she may not receive all the glory that comes with its pristine make-over. 

            `   i’ve done this countless times, & i’m sure that i can do it myself. perhaps you should help with something else. do the dishes need doing ?   `

[defacd-blog]

“I’m practicing here.” 

@dicyde​

[creatorblade]

            ` a house ... an important decision,’ he said with a hum, a thoughtful finger tapping against his chin. ` not one to make likely, it seems.’

truthfully, he did not have any sort of preference for any of the three, and his neutrality only made the inevitable choice even harder to make. it was not so simple to decide the course of one’s life for the next year, especially not when one’s life thus far had been that of an unpredictable mercenary’s.

            ` upon what merits would you choose your allegiance?’

@dicyde

[celestince]

✩ ˖ ˚ . @dicyde

                   scalding sky greets his cheeks with sunlit force & he squints toward the light in a realm that has slowly earned his familiarity. the people, the sights -- they’re becoming not so new anymore. his hands stretch out and he can feel the warmth draw moisture from his gloved palms. it’s nice to feel the wind against the bare spaces of his arms. eyes glance to kamui & remain for a moment. silence. not awkward, not unsettling  .  .  .  just understanding. 

                       ❝    Kamui  .  .  .  I’m sure you’ve heard of my ideals. 

                                                             Do we share the same dream ?   ❞

[ultivinity-blog]

“Ehh ? You really think so?” How flattering, how superb. Grimnir never shies away from a compliment, especially when unprompted. He can’t help but grin smugly, another laugh escaping his lips which raises a few octaves from the last, sounding almost like a hiccup. It’s evident he’s enjoying himself with how much he’s laughed so far, indulging his time with Kamui, someone who managed to grab his attention almost immediately. Perhaps he is slacking ... but this is still productivity, right? He’s tucking himself into Kamui more in return, arms wrapping around their shoulders in an almost smothering embrace. Perhaps Grimnir is a little clingy, but what else can you expect from someone with such an isolating job. He seems to let himself loose completely in Kamui’s company, finding their own laugh and smile to be as equally contagious. He’s hoping Kamui doesn’t mind him asking for more kisses.

“Then here’s a little gift to you in return,” comes a sudden whisper, his breath also meeting Kamui’s skin, pressing his own little kisses into their neck, followed by a series of more chuckles and giggles. His chest does leaps when he hears Kamui’s laugh in unison with his own. “And here, and here ~” He’s mimicking Kamui’s patterns, tucking them closer to kiss along their jaw from the crook of their neck. Their skin is hot. “You sound even cuter, I must admit !” Grimnir says. “Adorable---for someone like yourself. Hehe ... I feel honored.” But he’s also deserving of this attention, of course! Consider it compensation. He threads both hands through Kamui’s hair, pushing back their bangs to get a better look at their face.

“I hope you can sing and smile for me some more, Kamui.”

@dicyde 

[umbrascelerata]

@dicyde || starter call. (accepting.)

    ❛ LORD Kamui ! Sorry for intruding like this but if you happen to see Joker, don’t tell him you saw me. So with that being said, do you mind if I hide out here for a bit ? He’s so scary when he’s mad ! ❜ There was probably sarcasm laced in her tone.

[100pwr]

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              ❛     no,     no,     don't worry   !     ❜       there's a smile,     warm    &    bright,     growing onto warm lips of hero at the prince's amiable behavior     d     as if speaking to an ally was all that's needed to bring forth the sliver of a smile,     the faintest of laughs.     it's serene jubilance in its most basic form,     its most enjoyed.       ❛     ya weren't in my way at all,     just thought ya looked a little out of it,     kamui.       ❜       laughter escapes him,     hand coming up to use his index finger to scratch his cheek just a smidge.     what a bad habit of his.       ❛     everything OK   ?     got your thoughts scrambled up   ?     ❜       /       @dicyde

[awokedeath]

*kiss* :)

   Do not feed the succubus your humble hearts, still-pumping muscles pulled from the torsos of their live owners, plopping down into the palms of her unholy hands, cardiac tissues oozing through the interstices of unhallowed fingers and warmed by profane panting, organs mawkish, murmuring sweet nothings to this man-eater, currying favor with this soul-sucker, debauched-devourer, carnage-starved witch gulping blood by the gallons, picking men from between knife-edged teeth with the points of claws lacquered with cyanide and French-tipped with arsenic, she’s a venus’ flytrap, a snaring rope, and yet the gentle caress of this mighty dragon almost heals her heavy soul. Corrin, her Corrin– the one she’s come to know and appreciate with all of her being, wishes to kiss a fanged torture chamber, a malefic mouthpiece who—upon contact—will drain him to the last drops, hips dipped in honey humming ❛watch me,❜ as she takes two meager steps back and flushes a bright, violent red at his sudden gesture. 

   She wants to scowl, to reel back in disgust and retch at this utter invasion of privacy, and yet she can’t bring herself to hurt him. Her blood boils, but not out of malice. Instead she’s staring, no, ogling him from head-to-toe as if this is the first time they’ve met. The book in her arms act as a shield, a coward’s way out of this unpredictable situation.

  “ You smell like dirt. Go take a bath. You can’t kiss a woman properly when you’re the physical manifestation of a horse’s stall.. ”

[regalit-blog]

lays on eirs tiddies

                  ❛  Are you comfortable, Kamui ?  ❜  Her tone was soft, barely above a whisper as kept her eyes trained on him fondly. With one hand under him, hugging him close to her body, her other stroked his cheek lovingly. Just as she heard his heart, he no doubt could hear hers; it was pounding loudly against her chest.

Eir craned his head back before pushing his bangs away from his face, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Gently, she kissed his forehead before giggling softly.❛  If you’d like, we can stay this way for as long as you please...  ❜

[halchron]

dicyde replied to your post: felicia getting an alt makes me wanna high key...

Wife,

fool when I add her I dare u to forceship w me

[embrence-blog1]

✩ ˖ ˚ . @dicyde .

                                                  ❝  o -- oh !   ❞

surprise gets the best of her, & unexpectedness possesses her expression entirely. some cogs are shifting in her head : rationality, bewilderment, general confusion.              what a strange cake.           so, gloved fingers are folded gently against her skirt as she offers a slight lean toward the ‘ pastry ’ in lord kamui’s hands.

                  ❝  my, lord kamui, i didn’t know you could --  .  .  .  bake  .  .  .  ?   ❞

there’s something so sure, yet so puzzling about the implications of her statement. she’s blunt, but not too blunt  .  .  .  something in her yearns to know if it’s finished  .  .  .  and who he plans to feed it to.

[lazlo234]

❣ hehe

kisses prompt  &  accepting

❣  -  forehead kiss

today, the sunlight brings about a soft glow to their little safe haven, conjures up something truly breath-taking in the way the light filters through the foliage of the trees in the courtyard.  the air feels sweeter on days like these–  warmer,  calm enough that for a while laslow forgets they are in the midst of a war. he doesn’t like to linger on these ideals  (  always the quiet pessimist, isn’t he  ?  )  but he’s made the decision to allow himself to be fooled for the day. it’s not often the army can take a breather, and he should be counting his blessings.

❛  lord kamui  ?  ❜  he finds the prince beneath the shade of one of the arching willows in the courtyard after what feels like an hour of searching aimlessly about the castle, but what is he doing here of all places  ?  ❛  apologies for the intrusion, but my liege has requested an audience with you to go over your battle plans for–  ❜  he pauses when kamui doesn’t make a movement at his voice, takes another step closer to examine him. his head tilts to the side in curiosity before the ghost of a smile plays at the corner of his lips, a gentle, timid little thing.

❛  …  heavens,  ❜   it seems their prince is fast asleep.  ❛  …  you’re too cute.  ❜

he moves to crouch down in front of kamui’s sleeping figure against the tree, reaches a gloved hand out to gingerly push back a few strands of his hair and tuck it behind his ear.  it’s wrong,  he knows that, to be so hopelessly wrapped around the finger of one of the royals he’s meant to serve, but he gazes upon kamui now and cannot help but indulge in how light and airy his heart feels in his chest.  (  they’ll never be a good pair,  when laslow’s love has been tailored from the evening’s thread and woven in the star’s essence. but kamui is so much more than that– brighter, a classical purity of softness that’s almost dream-like; it would be a tragedy to hide this little light of his under the night’s veil  )

laslow sighs, soft and distant, before he leans in and presses a kiss to kamui’s forehead. it lingers for perhaps a heartbeat too long before he finally pulls away, cheeks feeling rosey– how embarrassing. kamui isn’t even awake to tease him, and he’s still so shy.  ❛  i suppose i’ll tell your brother i can’t find you,  ❜  he hums, moves to stand up to make his departure.  ❛  enjoy the rest of your nap, my lord.  ❜ 

                                                                                 ––he’s in love.

[sabuleum]

dicyde replied to your post: ���� good vibes forever also i love u

OOHKGJRUDFMKEDVGFBSHNJFHCGDBHFN MDKLFD???? I CAN AND WILL DIE FOR YOU AND YOUR HONOR. I WILL CRAFT A NEW WORLD ONTO THIS LAND AND DECLARE YOU THE RULER AND WORSHIP THE GROUND YOU WALK UPON I SHALL DEVOTE MYSELF TO YR CAUSE AND LAY MY LIFE FOR YOU

we’re dying for each other on this same hill then because, in case u didn’t notice... like, ditto, binch.

[ultivinity-blog]

smeck

“Ah ! An affectionate kiss on the cheek? I’ll admit, I am perhaps a bit startled to your sudden change of actions, my dear comrade! But I don’t mind it.” He follows on with a whisper, his words ushered and huddled together, a slight pink haze reaching his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

       “And, I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you so wish.”

[klumsymaid]

🌸 :)

🌸 { Put a flower in my muse’s hair } | accepting ! | @dicyde

    ►      it had taken felicia a moment to register what her lord was doing when the soft finger tips of his nails, push back hair from the left of her face as well - she stood there looking and taking his image in as he fidgeted with her loose strands of pink hair. ‘-milord?’ a soft squeak escaped her lips as she called for him , surprised when he took his hands away from her side and felt a gentle weight lingering upon the side of her ear. ‘ - what?’ she gently questioned as she brought a hand up to touch the extremely soft petals of a flower. 

    ►‘ - OH!’ she huffed right out. ‘ - is it nice ? i can not see it - i mean, i bet it is nice. milord has great taste!’ 

[velocrux-blog]

. / / @dicyde.

                            STILL IS HE WHO IS A TREE, WANDERING LIKE BREEZE THROUGH BRANCHES. there is some strange, yet nostalgic, absence that hangs in the air like spirits of the forgotten dead. everything freezes, as if time itself has iced itself beneath a glacier. he leans with one arm against the saddle of a stallion -- hair reflected from sunset’s light. his mask sits against his face, sweat pasting his fringe to his flesh. other hand is occupied by a lance, fingers drumming over its hold. kamui is sliced with dark shades, a shadow looming over him, & conrad cannot tell the truest features of his face. they know not the details of one-another’s eyes.

                                                     ❝    lord kamui.   ❞  

                                                      silence -- brief, un-encompassing. 

                                    ❝   you seem more exhausted than usual. 

                      you should consider your health & how it might affect your troops.   ❞