#lightradiates

[lorriloo1109]

FIREY ORB

AsI passedBy the hedgeA space appearedOn the horizonA fiery orb lightRadiating from centreTo the world bathing me in loveThe Fire of the Divinest pure loveConsuming me until I was speechless

[vickom]

TR90 anti-blue glasses

Light transmittance: 99.9%Frame material: tr90Lens type: coated lensAnti-blue lightRadiation resistantAnti-UV

[herousanimarum-moved]

@lightradiant

“Hey, you think it’s against the rules to have one player on another’s shoulders? ‘Cause I bet you an’ me could do even better in the next match if I carry you on my shoulders the whole time. They’ll never get that ball past us!”

[cavaliant]

lightradiant replied to your post “❝If I may ask, Lord Commander, would you rather I dress more...”

❝But Da--- I mean, Lord Commander. I am perfectly comfortable with armour.❞

“But dau—that is...Lady Asta, that sentiment is most likely based on times when you were not on a beach. If you truly wish to wear your armour, I will not stop you, but...I merely ask that you consider some attire that will be less likely to get water and sand lodged in it before making your final decision.”

[of-invisible-ties]

❝Lord Kempf, are you my new dad?❞ - Asta w reference to cavaliant's Reinhardt

“You’ll find that I’m a superior one, at any rate.”

“You poor child! With Reinhardt as your father, could you strive to be anything? Oh, you needn’t tell me. I already knows he hogs all the glory! Come with me, and you’ll find that I’m so much better than him. In fact, it’s perfectly fine if you’d like to tell me how much you resent him ...”

@cavaliant 

[delleal-blog]

“We’ll never survive” ( for my little Ike? )

princess bride || accepting forever 

                        it’s getting dark.  being separated from the others is not an ideal situation, but it’s manageable.  with the enemy soldiers still looking for stragglers, it will be best to lay low until they have an opening to rejoin with the others.  the way the enemy shouts and carries torches makes them easy to avoid.  Ike’s been here before.

                            well…  he has.  he imagines the other him hasn’t, considering the dismal tone he takes while assuming they were already done for.

❝ we’ll survive because we have to, ❞ he tells… himself, technically.  it’s weird, but it is what it is, so Ike takes it. ❝ i don’t know about you, but i’ve got no intention of dying here.  now, come on.  keep your voice down, we need to get deeper into the woods before they have a chance to find us. ❞

[caemthe-a]

LOVE LANGUAGES TEST

People show and recognize love in different ways: gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch, and acts of service. These different ways are called love languages, and while everyone understands a little of each language, we all speak and understand one or two better than we do the others. Our love language is how we most feel loved.

Use this site to determine your character’s love language! then repost with the results!

Tagged by: @umuperor (thank you!!)

Tagging: @necrocaster @durindanna @ultimatepharaoh @lightradiant @solaetis @son-of-pendragon + steal this from me!

You respond to physical touch

For you, love is as simple as a caress. Where ever it happens, how ever long it lasts or how it is: it could be just holding hands while walking about, having a quick cuddle once the kids are in bed, stealing a kiss here and there, exchanging touches while passing each other in the hallway, and of course making love, particularly in the warming up phase – body to body, skin against skin… Physical touch is security and reassurance for you and makes you sure that your partner loves you. On the contrary, the absence of physical contact hurts you deeply and you can feel ill treated or rejected and you close down emotionally. But when your partner communicates in your love language, it touches you deeply inside, creating strong emotional intimacy that opens you to yourself and to your partner. Some advice: Every person has his or her own geography when it comes to bodily touch. Don’t think that touching them in a way that pleases you will necessarily please them and vica-versa. It’s important to verbally confirm the touches and caresses that you like, ‘You know I love it when you hold my hand… ‘I like it when you brush against me while passing by’ or ‘I adore when you take me in your arms’. You can invent a couple’s game to make your partner guess which styles of caress you like and which zones of your body are more receptive (Getting hotter, getting colder… ) If you are seriously lacking contact, begin by explaining to your partner how you operate in sensorial terms and perhaps invited them to find 5 different ways of physical contact during the day.

[radiant-flutterbun]

The Wedding

Previously: Tanzanite and Tiberius, The Proposal

(Note: Jedi was introduced in a rp)

Amaranthine couldn’t sit still. She had too much nervous energy. She still couldn’t believe it. It was finally her wedding day! She wanted so badly to run down the aisle right now and kiss her wonderful Izzy.

She tugged at her white dress and took deep breaths. She didn’t have much longer to wait. She wiped away some Shade slime from her mouth with a handkerchief she’d learn to carry around. She frowned.

Suddenly she felt dirty. She was Shade touched. Who wanted to marry someone who coughed up the Shade on a daily basis, let alone kiss someone like that? Even her pearl was forever black.

“Amaranthine, are you ready?” It was her father, an imperial named Royal.

She tried to hide her tears, but Royal had a keen eye.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

She tried to put a smile on her face “N-nothing!”

It wasn’t a very convincing argument.

“Ammy…”

She sighed “Ok… it’s just. I’m worried my Shade infection will ruin the wedding. What if I start coughing in the middle of it?”

“Ammy it’s ok. I could hold your handkerchief if it does happen ok?”

“But I don’t want to be the center of attention if it happens…”

“Then… I’ll be the center of attention. I’ll hide you.”

“You will?”

“Yes Amaranthine.”

“Oh, thank you Daddy!” She hugged her father and he wiped away her tears.

She peeked her head out the window. She was waiting in the clan lobby as the guests seated outside. She spotted her mother, Regalia a pearlcatcher who looked a lot like herself. She also saw her nephews Silas, Tiberius, and the youngest, Saxon. She saw her brother Rancar and a few other family members.

Other faces in the crowd included several guardians who were sworn to protect many members of her family. Tanzanite, the protector of Amaranthine’s soon to be husband sat awkwardly in her seat next to her father, Valerian. She didn’t seem to like being separated from her Charge so soon after finding him.

Amaranthine’s two beautiful sons were dressed up for the occasion. Sith was the older son and a pearlcatcher. He was dressed in a haunted flame cloak and other haunted flame accessories. His younger brother Jedi was an imperial like their father. He was draped in gold and pink silks with a pastel lace headpiece.

Most of Clan Ton Theon were seated as well, quietly awaiting for the ceremony to begin.

Sith moved down the aisle first. He carried the rings and he stood tall and proud next to his father. His brother followed next. He tossed flowers down the aisle with a huge grin on his face.

Royal turned to Amaranthine “It’s our turn. Are you alright?”

Amaranthine nodded “Yes! I’m ready!”

Soul, a light blue nocturne began to play an uplifting tune on his lute.

Royal entwined his tail with Amaranthine’s and they exited the tower together. They walked down the aisle side by side. Royal walked slow to stay at the same pace as his daughter.

Amaranthine could see her handsome Isra up ahead, waiting for her. He was dressed much like Sith, in a Haunted Flame cloak. She wanted to run up to him as quick as she could, but she forced herself to take a deep breath and continue to walk calmly down the aisle.

Sunlight, a small silver and yellow pearlcatcher volunteered to be the pastor. She was timid, but she had a connection to the Lightweaver that no one else did.

When Amaranthine walked to the end of the aisle and stood across from Isra, Sunlight took a deep breath, and cleared her throat.

“I-I bring you here today to unite the love of two noble dragons under the brilliant light of our holy Lightweaver,” She took another deep breath to keep herself from shaking “Groom Isra, Demigod of Silence and son of Ciar, God of the Night and Aiman, Goddess of the Moon, do you take Amaranthine to be your wife? Do you promise to be devoted to her, love and respect her and keep her safe as long as you two are alive?”

Isra stared into Amaranthine’s eyes “I do.”

“And bride Amaranthine, Lady of the Radiance and daughter of Prince Royal Lightradiance and Lady Regalia Shadowgrace, do you take Isra to be your husband? Do you promise to be devoted to him, love and respect him and keep him safe as long as you two are alive?”

Amaranthine felt tears welling in her eyes “I do!”

“You may now exchange the rings, a symbol of your vows,” Sunlight said.

Sith held of the box containing the rings and Isra took one and so did Amaranthine. Isra put Amaranthine’s ring on her, and she did the same for him.

“By the Lightweaver’s radiance I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Sunlight said “You may now kiss the bride.”

Isra lowered his head and his lips met Amaranthine’s. She gave him a quick hug and started to cry.

“Ammy?”

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I’m just so happy! We’re married Izzy! We’re actually married!”

She looked into the crowd at her family and friends smiling. She felt warm happiness spread about her like the rays of the sun.

She was home and she was loved and she had the best husband in the world.

She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with Isra.

Honorable mentions:

Sith and Jedi belong to @clan-stjerneklart

[elizabethcastilla1]

She wasn't too bad herself... #Hole #CourtLove #lightradiates 🎶

[cavaliant]

@lightradiant replied to your post “Next time things get stramy in the bedroom, shove your Thunder infused...”

Asta vc: Dad I'm underage

“...”

You saw nothing.

[cavaliant]

lightradiant replied to your post “Voll-Flame Victory! (wow, alliteration)”

Asta vc: Steak! Steak! Steak!

“Are you hungry, Dame Asta? I suppose we could all use some sustenance after all that exertion. Perhaps one of the dining halls will have some of the steak you desire.”

[cavaliant]

@lightradiant (continued from here)

“Daughter...I trusted you...”

“I...believe that the use of weaponry would also disqualify us, Dame Asta...we shall have to rely on the strength and agility of our own hands in this tournament.”

[herousanimarum-moved]

♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?⦂ what clothes do they sleep in?

♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean?cut/long?

Short and generally fairly clean. As rough and tumble as Linus is, he stills cares a decent bit about how he looks and how he’s perceived by people. They aren’t grubby bandits from the mountains, so looking dirty outside of a battle isn’t something he tends to let happen if he can avoid it; the Black Fang are worthy of respect, and should look respectable.

♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Yes! One tattoo, but it covers his back entirely. True to the name he’s earned in the Fang, the tattoo is in the likeness of a snarling, feral dog – think something along the lines of a pit bull in terms of breed. When he gets into a battle frenzy, Linus is incredibly hard to stop, much the same as how pit bulls are rumored to “lock” their jaws when biting, so the name and tattoo are fitting for him.

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in?

Probably some soft, warm trousers and nothing else. Bern doesn’t look like the warmest of places, but since a lot of it is mountainous, the temperature can vary a bit. Linus is pretty warm blooded, so cold nights aren’t much of a bother to him, with blankets being more than enough to keep him comfortable. And, should it happen to get warm, he can easily kick those off himself and just sleep in his trousers.

♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long?

Somewhere between short and almost needing to be cut. Meticulously clean, though, he hates his hands being dirty. While Lloyd doesn’t put much stock in going out of his way to look good to others, he personally can’t stand feeling dirty.

♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Very similar to his brother, Lloyd has a tattoo that spans his entire back, but is detailed to match his alias of “White Wolf” in the Black Fang. Far less ferocious looking than Linus’, Lloyd’s tattoo still holds the same sort of majesty and intensity that a wolf can impart. 

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in?

A light cotton shirt and trousers, something that’s generally comfortable no matter the weather and doesn’t leave him completely bare should he need to take action suddenly while resting. Lloyd will usually prioritize a quick response to his own comfort, as sometimes he’ll be called to a mission in the dead of the night without too much warning.

[cavaliant]

Raises a hand for a high-five ❝Da- Lord Commander, congratulations on being the MVP.❞ even though he basically did only one thing to become the MVP.

Reinhardt blinks at the hand in front of him, staring at it for a few moments before belatedly raising his hand to tap her own. Is this…some sort of victory gesture?

“I thank you, daug- Dame Asta. Even though you called me rude and boring. That is high praise coming from the MVP of our preliminaries match.”

[cavaliant]

❝If I may ask, Lord Commander, would you rather I dress more conservatively to suit the rest? Or perhaps- there are no rules that states armour is prohibited.❞ (Asta)

“I—far be it from me to dictate your dress, Lady Asta, though I imagine armour would be…quite uncomfortable around the water and sand, especially in the heat. I would suggest simply wearing whatever it is you would feel most comfortable in for the event.”

[cavaliant]

Voll-Flame Victory! (wow, alliteration)

@sireneia @lightradiant @valflame @holytoem @of-invisible-ties @nonpareiltactician @itslordberkutthings @herousanimarum @ombriielle @heroslucidum @tailtended

“Teammates. Comrades. Friends. Though I was uncertain about taking on the mantle of captain, I am thankful that you all elected to place your faith in me and rally beside each other for this tournament. Though we may have had some...”

“...difficulties, and disputes along the way...I am sincerely grateful to each and every one of you for the bonds we have forged and the effort you’ve put forth towards making this dream a reality.”

“Congratulations, everyone! Let us hereby commemorate the victory of Team Disaster Voll-Flame! And my various unplanned adoptions, apparently!”

“Now maybe I can finally get some fucking sleep.”