voidwinged

[voidwinged]

mini hiatus

hey there! i probably should’ve announced this earlier when my inactivity wasn’t quite as long, but it is a bit unfortunate that i have to take a break this early on in this blog. i have a bit too much going on with school and life (and other roleplays!) right now and hardly have the time or energy to go on here, let alone remember to stop by every now and then.

the earliest i can expect to be active again is around may 5th, which is when most of my classes finally end and i’ll have a bit more time to myself, but i can’t make any promises with that. nonetheless, i really appreciate all the patience that’s been shown, and for the meantime, all threads i’ve had will be put on pause (i do intend to reply to them!) unless my partner says otherwise because of the large time gap, which is understandable.

if you’d like to still talk or such, i’m more than happy to on discord, which is a lot easier for me to check and talk on than tumblr - my tag is ike#9351.

anyways, thank you again, apologies for this kinda post, and i hope things go well for everyone! 💖

[voidwinged]

[blows a kiss to the void] for lucilius

[voidwinged]

Have you ever wondered if there’s another world out there, waiting to be discovered? The same place, the same people, but all in…

✧ Another Sky ✧

Set in a modern setting yet keeping some fantasy aspects, Another Sky is a paragraph/descriptive Granblue Fantasy RP group on the Discord platform, now set to reopen once more! Our goal is to create a fun, creative, relaxing environment for all members while enjoying our favorite characters from the game. We aim to have a good time with all our members – new players, veteran players and roleplayers alike. 

As of this post, we are accepting all applications! The group will officially open and invites will be sent the following week, April 17th!

Please consider reading the information posted below if you’re interested in our group!

     ✦ Must be 16+. (Exceptions can be made with a recommendation.)      ✦ Must have a Discord account or be willing to create one.      ✦ Must be willing to do paragraph-style RPs.

✧ Links  |  FAQ  |  Rules  |  Masterlist ✧

Thank you so much for reading – we hope to see you in Another Sky!

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cause of death: college and bimbo lucifaces

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LUCISAN REAL

LUCISAN REAL!!!

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❝ ...I thought April Fool’s ended yesterday... ❞

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Do not blame me for who I am. The doctor prescribed me 20 mL of #blightedcreator twice a day.

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apologies for the lack of posts! been a bit busy lately and haven't had much time to sit down and write, but i'll try today 💓

in other words THANK YOU LORD FOR THIS BREAD GIVETH UNTO US THIS HOLY SUNDAY

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wargod replied to your post

WWWW HONESTLY seeing he had abigger role in wmtsb3 was so good... Lucilius call me,

MEEEE god...first grima....then sandalphon...then tyrias.....now this bastard...when will it END

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bleouranoi‌ / lyria.

@voidwinged  / s.c

Awkward. How intensely awkward. She was used to getting stares at by the researchers from the Estre Empire but now she has the Astral of the Angels giving her the exact same stare as researchers she escaped from with Katalina.  However, if he was an Astral from millennia ago, perhaps he has the answer he seeks. 

“Lu-Lucilius, you…” She was nervous, it was natural. This was the Astral that wanted to end the world and rebel against the unknown God. “Do you know what I am?” 

What a fine specimen she was.

     ❝ Girl in blue, ❞ he whispered quietly to himself, reaching forward to take a lock of the young woman’s hair between his fingers, observing the sheen, the color, how it flowed like the clearest and brightest of waters - the foundation of life itself.

     And she was, the cores of hundreds, if not thousands, of primals bustling inside her, each one with their own sense of self and being, unlike the cores of Metatron who bittersweetly accepted a false paradise or the cores of Avatar who begged for release from a living hell. They were...merry, content, even while not committing to the purpose they were created to serve. Peculiar, but fascinating. Whoever made her would surely receive some form of praise from Lucilius, who only saw the girl before her as a mere beast, something to dissect and gawk at with curiosity. 

     ❝ You are brave to try and ask something of the one who longed to bring ruin to your skies. ...I suppose harboring faith in the unfaithful is your forte, though, is it not? ❞

     Adding onto his Astral knowledge, clearer memories from the Speaker who forged him had resurfaced from the catacombs of his mind, little by little, and truthfully, he could answer the question that has burned the azure girl’s mind for as long as she can remember and more.

But where would the enjoyment be in just feeding it to her on a silver platter?

     ❝ I gave up many things in the name of knowledge, things I could not hope to take back. Yet it must be done, for nothing is without equal exchange. ❞

     ❝ What are you willing to give up in order to find out the secrets of your forbidden past? Or will you simply leech off of the tolerance of others as you’ve always done...? ❞

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ardentlost‌ / lucifer.

Was his creator one and the same with his ‘god’? No doubt, Lucifer could not deny it for he was a man who offered honesty where he may divine it. Even so he notes the way the world about them falters, shimmering as if a pebble had been carelessly tossed so that ripples may disturb the once even surface. Eyes cast up and there is something of sadness, for what should have been vast and beautiful is but a lazy recollection hardly put together at all.

This, Lucifer thinks, this right here is the difference between them. Lucifer dreams of blue skies, whilst Lucilius cannot even bring himself to dream of any sky at all.

Even as he is commanded not to touch Lucifer disobeys, for that is the beauty of what he was created with and so he chooses now to exert his own will. Fingers linger softly and without force, trailing the seam that had bound his creator to Lucifer’s own body. It was no doubt an ugly thing, such that sounds inspire anger and hatred at what it had taken from Lucifer for this ugly creation to be born. Once more there is none of the reaction there, merely benevolence as he opts for what he sees as the better path. Too much of him was bound to Lucilius to truly hate anyway, it would have been an impossibility.

“Stagnation.” Fingers retract, falling away as he once more retreats to his seat as if he had never touched at all. “I agreed once, but I have since come to the conclusion that there is another way.” Because in perceived perfection Lucifer had learnt, had grown. He had been created an adult without the experience a child would rely on into later life to forge them into suitable adult, fulfilling role and being a ‘what’ rather than ‘who’. Yet somewhere he had grown tired and had understood. Understood better than any.

Even so, he feels certain Lucilius will not entirely understand what he wishes to say. “I have decided the best way to protect them is to let them live free to make their own choice, to forge their own paths. Stagnation is a conclusion, but it is not the only one.” Cold tea is brought to lips, opting to partake in it even  as he found something unpleasant in tepid nature.

“Were it that they only stagnated you would not have lost, for people will evolve throughout their lives. They will grow, and with care enough they will flourish beneath careful diligence.” This had been the duty Lucifer had tasked himself with, though only now does he realise his coddling had likely been too much. He had died before he’d been able to correct this mistake.

Quiet sigh and wings twitch, looking up once more. He wonders if he could alter this world if he saw fit, realising that no doubt he could. “When you look at the sky what do you see?”

     That gaze of sorrow does not escape him. Surely he must think little of him, of how pathetic the Astral seemed faltering over his control of this false world, over nothing but words to make matters for his pride worse. ( He knew it to be that sympathetic nature again; admitting it, acknowledging his perfect being was defective, was the difficult part. )

     Though he detests having to answer to Lucifer any more than he has to, the primal’s resistance growing increasingly grating with each word he utters, Lucilius nonetheless humors him, heeding the call to debate.

     ❝ Oho? So you would prefer to be a negligent caretaker rather than a doting one. There is difference in neither; the only way in which you separate yourself from the creator is that you would choose to live among them. But here you sit, with no common people to know your name and remember your sacrifices - is that fair? Is that just? You would have them evolve and grow as you want them to, but be unable to witness it? ❞

     The Astral shook his head as expected, brow furrowed in thought over the fallen primarch’s words that he just could not make sense of. Did this mean Lucifer evolved in his own way, then, adapting to the emotions he learned of, the joys he saw in letting people run free?

     ❝ I am but one example of the creator’s ignorance, his Speaker’s - the one it abandoned -blind loyalty. My time here has been hell. To be in between dimensions, locked away for time untold, having only my own thoughts to carry me... Not existing at all would be a finer fate. Yet I could not be granted even that wish. Instead, my sentence is to be tied to the very thing I sought to destroy - stagnation. ...You have felt the same elsewhere, yes...? ❞ 

     He is reminded of days gone past again, days where the two clones would partake in amiable discussion, trading thoughts and philosophies without a care for status. Good days, perhaps even days he missed. ( But not days that could happen once more. )

     Pressing his lips into a tight frown, he brings his cup up towards them, not even caring for the sour taste the loss of warmth gave it. They will grow, he says. Yet far too much growth leads to the lower plants, those unable to adapt and overcome, to wilt and die out; too little growth leads to ruin, the extinguishing of evolution, and a shameful reset. He would have those he was created to guide endure such trials...? For what purpose...?

❝ I see nothing. ❞

     His voice is steadfast and true in response to Lucifer’s question, how quick he was in saying such a sentence almost unsettling. The clinking of a jagged finger against rim of cup is all that can be heard in the moment of respite he gives himself, taking careful notice of the manner in which Lucifer stared at what the sky could be.

     ❝ The dawn that breaks through the clouds, the twilight that ushers in rest, the ever-visible moon guiding what the sun cannot - all of it is meaningless. What point is there to toil away in the flawed memory of an overseer who is not there...what point is there to living if death is what awaits in the end? Disease runs rampant, evil is birthed in the hearts of man, and taking a life is just as easy as creating one - where is this loving and protective god to aid its children then? Where was it when I was doubting my faith and subsequently defied it...? ❞ A shuddering breath escapes the pondering Astral, his words clear and concise as if it were something he’d known and rehearsed his entire life - and it was.

❝ Flawed you are for not accepting that these worlds are void, and flawed I am for not accepting you. ❞

[voidwinged]

fun fact of the night: i actually hated lucilius before wmtsb3

i saw him as just a one-note bad guy like bwuahaha i'm gonna destroy the world bc i feel like it + w how attached i was to sandalphon it REALLY hurt seeing him say the stuff that drove him to what he became

then i saw titties and i was immediately converted

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blightedcreator replied to your post

lift me up lucifer

FR THO the man lifts. king of being emotional AND physical support 😔👌

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honghuas replied to your post

haha gay

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archangels with toned muscles [nodding sagely]

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blightedcreator‌ / lucilius.

                  THE   STARRY  ASTRAL    held  still  as  he  saw  a  figure  ,  a figure  that  had  been a  prominent  image  of  himself  yet  …  different  ,  his  height  ,  the  darker  colored   eyes   -   those   claws  ,  more  importantly  the  scent  of   D E A T H   reeks …  ah  . . death.  is  this  going  to  be  his  outcome  ?      it’s  been  a  very  long  time  since  Lucilius  allowed  anyone  to  even  touch  him  however  when  it  comes  to  his  own  self  things  are  clearly  different  .  

      infatuation  lingers  as  he  had  been  rather  interested  of  his  own  outcome  ,  interested  in  the  taller  male  that  now  stood  before  him .  peachy-tone  skin  is  soft  ,  warm   ,   the  scent  of   floral  and  incense   feathering  off  of  his  form .      “   you  must  be  my  future  .   “   asks  Lucilius , tone  of  mysterious  energies  as  they  sway  betwixt  infatuation , interest , curiousness .     

 confirmation  as  he  hears  him   speak  , ah . . the scratchy  tone .  .  . however he would  raise a  singular hand  &  for  O N C E  remove  his  skin-tight  black glove to allow peachy fingers to extend  towards his neck but stopping around collarbone .  decapitation  ?  he had been decapitated . .  those marks , it’s almost  like  his  head  had  been  sewn  on .   “   His spare . . Lucifer  &  he  have  been  spending a  great  deal  of  time  together  ,  even  as  we  speak  they  reside  in  the  laboratories .    “       fingers  would  caress up just   a  inch  ,  such  D E A D  ,  cold  skin . .   

                                              “    what  happened  to  us   ?  “ 

     To the smaller man’s words, Lucilius responds only with more silent investigating, strands of whispy, feathery hair flowing through his fingertips as he ran them through much like one would stroke the fur of a beloved pet, taking in the faint scent of flora on him. ( Was that what he would decorate himself with? It’s been so long... ) The sinful pride that seemed to curse and run freely through every Astral could be to blame for the creeping smile on his lips, one not of disdain or triumph, but of pure adoration. Of course it would be; though he had created Lucifer in his idealized image, he was still not Lucilius.

     And what a beautiful being Lucilius was is.

     But beauty could only go so far. Vanity did not make the roses bloom, conceit did not make the stars weep, and narcissism did not make results. It was his own self-adulation that lead to his downfall, was it not? ...How pitiful.

     Raising an eyebrow at the ungloved hand, but not making a move to stop any action, Lucilius’ breath hitches as his past self guides his fingers towards his neck, unprotected, soft fingers stopping short of the clear scar, skin marred by uneven healing, tactless stitching. Though it was a gesture he would have likely broken a wrist - or worse - in response to by now, it was no surprise that he, his own self, was the exception. The revived Astral even craned his head to the side to allow the purer white one to more closely observe the marking, a showing, warning, of what was to come.

     ❝ Disgusting, ❞ he began after the other man spoke, his voice quiet and thoughtful.  ❝ Detritus like him should not be allowed to breathe the same air as perfection. ❞ Slowly, his eyes closed.

❝ He should not be allowed to breathe at all. ❞

      From the tone of his voice, one could hardly tell which archangel he meant.

      ❝ Is it not obvious...? I failed. Though I had a plan for every outcome, every twist, there were far too many variables to compensate. With the circumstances placed on me, no favorable conclusions could be drawn, ❞ he muttered with a humble acceptance, forever a man unable to fight against facts.  ❝ However... ❞

     It was then, with that same jarring smile, that an eye opened, staring down at the one below, anticipation in his gaze. Death may have taken him and judgment may have ensnared him, but in a world where pawns run free and can always change the endgame...

❝ You have yet to lose. ❞

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bleouranoi replied to your post

lucilius uses holmgang

he’d be the type of tank to shirk and cleave those that annoy him enough (definitely not saying this from experience BJKDNKDMSG)

bleouranoi replied to your post

wait, Lucilius as a Ascian *BIG BRAIN MEME*

GOD, he would though....instead of trying to back their god he’s just trying to end it altogether...probably helps wol but in a snake way so everything gets fucked in the end..a true big brain moment