#arbiterofdawn

[isolaradiale]

Hello, could I put Lucifer from Granblue Fantasy on semi-hiatus? The date is June 24. Thank you!

Noted!

-- mod altair.

[lostdragonprince-blog]

@arbiterofdawn

Euden had decided to take the time to take a quick fly around the city, as long as he kept up higher than the buildings he wouldn’t harm anything. In some ways this habit reflected his urge to both keep busy and keep an eye on the city. Though everything seemed safe, and peaceful. It was nice.

While in the sky he notices that hes flown close to Lucifer’s home. He thinks he can even see the other in the garden. Its been a while since he saw Lucifer, and now feels like a good time. He makes sure to carefully land in a space without any plants he could crush. Though it doesn’t change the wind that his wings make as they slow his descent to the ground. Lucifer would have long noticed the Dragon before they were even close to landing.

[hylocereusfruit]

@arbiterofdawn

Dragonfruit normally didn’t move around during the day as much as the night, but they hadn’t found anywhere to rest in this part of the city. There wasn’t as much plant life or it had too many people around it for him to feel safe enough to rest by. So he kept looking around, keeping in the air as his little wings fluttered.

When flying around an area with a lot of homes he however noticed what looked like a garden. He fluttered down gently to get a closer look at the garden, curious about the plants that were there.  He didn’t really get rules about keeping out of people’s property yet so it didn’t cross his mind that he shouldn’t land in someone’s garden. 

He isn’t sure if hes ever seen this plant before as well, but they look healthy.  Though while looking around the garden he does finally notice the owner, or at least who he thinks is the owner.

“Ah-” He only makes a surprised noise when he does spot them, since he wasn’t really expecting anyone else around. “u-um, is this yours?” Hes able to ask quietly, perhaps a bit too quiet for the other to notice right away.

[absxlutelytheworst]

Welcome home, brother

@arbiterofdawn

‘Pandemonium’ ? Is that what these people called this place?

Compared to the crimson horizon this place was still a sweet summer beach vacation. It was funny at least, watching people gather points- watching them try to extend hands to help each other.

And the best was of course when he took it all away- never quick of course. He always needed to see that look on their face. The pain, the hurt. None of them compare though, to the best he’s ever seen.

So many thousands of years ago. That betrayal was the best, the confusion above all else. Wanting to believe so fully that situation was different . . . In that moment the archangel isn’t sure he’s ever actually felt better.

So when he sees the lost swan looking around aimlessly he can’t help but wonder, whats happened to you now? He definitely didn’t put that look on their face. Although he might wish that he did.

Dark mist swirls around his hand, purple sparkles inside the fog, he weaves it more and more- until his form starts to shift, his usual attire replaced with something far more formal- a white uniform, his purple boa replaced by a red sash. Ugh, this outfit had always been so stuffy.

But the mist doesn’t stop there, like a puppeteer he pulls the strings of reality around his old friend. Monsters they know, monsters they are familiar with, fought hundreds of times. Otherwordly beings, snakelike in shape- probably just demons to others. Their eternal enemy. They crawl out of the shadows, out of the sewers, brandishing their weapons- their magic. They’ll surround him on all sides and then when things look bleak . . .

He’ll have fun with this one last time.They’ll be fighting side by side-

Aren’t you happy Luci, maybe it was all just a bad dream? Or did you finally learn your lesson?

[thanatosbane-blog]

11, 14, 56, 62

70 horrible questions … Fuck it

11: Do you like someone?

“… What a childish question. I decline to answer.”

(He does, though he’s not fully conscious of it.)

14: Do you miss someone?

He sees their faces every night: the faces of the lost–of those that put their faith in him, and who he in turn let down. Those precious few he so stupidly allowed himself to become attached to, yet failed to protect.

Lost love. Friends. Comrades. His charge.

Each and every one of them…–

“… Doesn’t everyone?”

56: How many people have you fist fought?

That actually prompts a smirk.

“Over the course of millennia? Too many to count.”

62: What makes you happy?

“That’s a rather broad question…but off the top of my head?

“Retribution.”

[absxlutelytheworst]

arbiterofdawn replied to your post: “You know normally I’m into the whole ‘murder me’...

I CHOKED

I believe it, because cygames came for lucifer immediately next, you felt it in ur soul ein

[flagratum-blog]

@arbiterofdawn

          fresh loam and the persistent aroma of ozone permeate the lush undergrowth matted dense as wool beneath his footsteps and around him, packed thick in every nook. no long sweep of his gaze isn’t met with blanketing greenery; no stone is left lichen-bare, no ageless trunk unclimbed by root-like vines and moss-painted. it’s almost as though he’s stepped into one of those endless landscape paintings lindworm adored so much, && there is a placid silence that invites comfort, nested in the twittering birdsong and what shafts of gentle light filter down to the forest floor.

          idyllic as his surroundings are, however, prometheus is not here for respite. curiosity ( and a bit of audaciousness ) had brought him here, but what had started as an intrepid desire to uncover the workings of this vast cage in which he had found himself imprisoned had quickly morphed into dawning curiosity.

          something here — or, as he has come to realize, many somethings — emits a formidable aura of mana, tangible from far away. that kind of energy is impossible for him to ignore, && here in this overgrown habitat with so little trace of humanity’s development to obstruct its flow, the mana resonates within his bloodstream like a distinct vibration.

          he has wandered deep into the forest’s belly with little care for peril, the sensation growing stronger in him with every step. && then, just as it crests, he catches sight of something out of the corner of his eye.

          amid the tapestry of green, there is white.

          ❝ so you are the source of the power i have been sensing. i had not expected to meet another dragon in this strange world. ❞

[indagc-blog]

I LOVE UR TRASH MAN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU JUST WRITE HIM SO WELL youve got his awful personality down to a T and every line of dialogue you write with him plus his actions are just so GOOD they're so fitting for him i love rping with your lucilius (even though lucifer hates it LOL) IM GLAD U DECIDED TO APP HIM

roast me || accepting.

  LKSJDFLKSJDFLKSJDF ur the reason I decided to app him in the first place im sobbing… einabler !! But I’m glad you think so, I’m still super rusty on my trashbag muses … but it means a lot coming from u ein!

it’s ok… its only gonna get worse for lucifer anyway