#raytm

[dupliciti]

@raytm ( gepard ) // continued.

     Proclivity for the unexpected is his forte, especially in a place as isolated as Belobog. The locals unfamiliar with the science  &&  advancements of the outside world, not that he used any secret technology to finagle his way inside Gepard's home, the latches on many of these windows are not reinforced too well. A common petty thief such as himself as little issue forcing them open. Though, if he's being honest, his gift from the Laughter also allows him entry into places otherwise prohibited. This is not a conversation for now, Gepard still too jumpy to coo at  &&  smooth out those precious blond locks to calm him. 

     Thought of even allowing that to nurtures itself causes a twist in his gut, simultaneously causes his pulse to race. He's all too familiar with the flustered state of the Captain, yet in this instance the Fool finds Gepard's reaction endearing. Not angry enough to clobber him on sight, yet still trying oh so hard to command his actions. Diamonds glance up, half-lidded gaze telling that he's up to no good. Sampo Koski is rather chuffed with the fact that he's still standing  &&  Gepard is at a loss for words.  Not yet in handcuffs !  Oh, but part of him wants to be forced against the wall as he's told what his punishment may be. 

          ❝ I'm a rather flexible fella, Gepard. Your oversight allowed me to slip in. ❞  A wink accompanies his stress on flexibility. Combatant laughter drips out, practically seeping into his surroundings as he stands, tall  &&  proud flipping through the rather adorable drawings found within the journal.  ❝ Handsome, do you think I care about the law ?  C'mon. You've known me long enough. Don't you feel special ?  Sampo's gone through the trouble of coming to see you... ❞

     Mercenary is well-aware of what injury the blond can cause to him by drawing on the Preservation alone. Sampo, mostly concerned with damage to his face, continues to use his countenance to draw out the captain's frustration, perhaps anger. Shake of his head as he finally finds his words, grin becoming more apparent.  ❝ Oh-ho, this is the mighty Captain Gepard being serious ?  My, my... Maybe if you cut me a deal, I'll consider putting it down. ❞  He yanks his arm back, purposely placing the book just out of reach.  Laughter that escapes is not necessarily aimed at mocking the one he's fond of, but the situation is amusing nonetheless.  ❝ What'll you do to me if I don't ?  What's wrong, cutie ?  Are you embarrassed ?  I won't tell anyone you draw so much in your free time, but I think you're improving~ ❞

#raytm #raytm: gepard #( ◇ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷʸ ᶜᵒᵐⁱᶜ ʳᵉˡⁱᵉᶠ┊ canon; )

[protcg]

sampo can’t be trusted he is biased Gepard IS a dominant top

" i don't know , ' geppie ' , sampo seems pretty convincing on this one . " stelle trusting sampo ? for this case , always . looks like you would have to prove otherwise .

#ic; stelle. #crack. #raytm

[iiryoku]

@raytm small starter.

Having woken up from a nightmare, one that Caelus couldn't really properly recall due to it just being flashing images and a very uncomfortable feeling within his chest, he decided to take a little walk through the Astral Express. It was late, even so, he spotted light coming from the archive. Being quiet, Caelus listened before he softly knocked, waiting a few seconds, he opened the door, only to be greet with Dan Heng still awake.

Blinking a bit, a small smile appeared on fair lips as he lowered his head a little, suddenly feeling a little hesitant, even if it was merely concern that had made him enter.

❝ Hey, I saw light coming from here.. Are you okay? Shouldn't you be sleeping? ❞

Especially after everything that they had went through, but, perhaps that was exactly why, the other was awake. However, that just made Caelus feel a deeper kind of concern blossom within his chest.

#raytm #ic. - CAELUS. #I thought of starting out light c: #hope this is okay dear! #ss.

[angelicspaceprince]

:)

WHEN DID YOU SEND ME THIS?? AND WHY???

#cannot escape the sampo #or gepard apparently #raytm #toby talks #asks #hsr #the housemate ray

[deathfavor]

@raytm said: " judge me all you want, but this blanket fort has brought me more peace than anything else in my entire life. " rindou to izana 😔🙌

blanket fort prompts

Izana stares at the arrangement of pillows and blankets that take up part of the living room of the Haitani's places. Evidently Rindou had not expected anyone to be coming over — least of all Izana. Or, at least so Izana would assume. He doubted it would have been created if Rindou had known he'd been coming over. But he can respect Rindou's quick recover after the initial exchange of surprised stares when Izana had walked in and Rindou had peeked his head out. Few would have the guts to stick with it, much less admit to it being refuge.

" Don't let Ran hear that. " Izana remarks with an audible note of amusement, watching as Rindou disappears back under the safety of blankets and into the refuge he's created for himself. " I think he'd find a way to both be insulted and tease you for it. " Izana does not plan to tell.

He's struck by a memory he hasn't thought about in a very long time as he gazes at Rindou's fort, one that is bittersweet on his tongue. He remembers making one with Kakucho, huddling inside their castle. Izana had thought it was stupid to call something so flimsy a castle, but Kakucho had been beaming from ear to ear. And in the end, Izana had relented it to calling it their castle in the orphanage. As silly as it was, it was one of the coziest moments, just like the igloo they'd made. Izana takes a few steps closer to Rindou's refuge and crouches down outside the entrance of it.

What leaves Izana is not mockery or judgement.

" Can I come in? " He asks, surprising himself with his own words despite the fact he'd spoken them. And in the fact he asked lies the distinction. This is is Izana rather than the King of Tenjiku. To outsiders, he doubts there would be a visible difference. But there are small nuances, a softer side the subtly shows when he temporarily lets the crown rest in his lap rather than on his head. He gives Rindou a genuine choice that will be respected. " My shoes and coat are already at the door. " He adds, like he already anticipates a scolding if he's allowed entrance.

( It will, inevitably, be a moment only they know of and that Izana will not mention on his own in the future. )

#raytm #rindou you are SO valid for this #izana's face was priceless just surprised pikachu #but THEN ASKING !! #this could be a bonding moment 🥺 #they can chat and be cozy in the blanket fort #it would be so cute #a itty bitty softer side of izana gets to show up #᛭ — [IC] the unwanted will burn the world [IZANA KUROKAWA]

[dnangelic]

@raytm @mielmoto

#raytm #mielmoto #sugisaki even foreshadowed it ~vol 7 LMJBRGFKJGKFJKJ

[wingspiked]

@raytm sent a message [ . . . ] ❝  why does it matter so much to you what i choose to be?  ❞

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧  𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐢𝐦  like  lightning,  so  visceral  it  seems  to  crackle  across  the  aureate  hue  of  his  eyes.  sunday  -  the  holiest  of  days,  of  men,  feels  himself  ebbing  into  sin,  the  hot  caress  of  wrath  and  pride  surging  forth  into  white  clad  fingertips.  beneath  his  skin,  eyes  roll,  twitching,  shuddering,  yearning  to  cast  open  and  turn  all  their  gazes  upon  her,  her,  her...  the  impudent  fool,  who  yearns  for  such  drama,  such...  attention.  oh  sunday  could  give  it  to  her,  could  give  her  his  many  gazes,  the  ones  that  see  everything  and  nothing  all  at  once,  and  mete  out  judgement  with  holy,  sundering  flame.  

ㅤㅤㅤthough  all  these  feelings  -  all  this  visceral  agony  runs  through  him,  his  only  response  is  to  curl  his  lip  back  with  a  smile  that  bleeds  into  a  snarl  -  the  refined  and  sharp  teeth  of  penacony's  watchful  eyes  less  than  enthused.  

ㅤㅤㅤ❝  i  tire  of  your  games  fool.  there  are  specific  rules  in  the  dreamscape  against  wearing  the  skin  of  others  -  and...  ❞  hatred  incumbent,  the  glow  of  that  gaze  riddled  with  both  agony  and  rage  and  powerlessness  as  he  beholds  her  slight  form,  ❝  hers  -  do  not  sully  my  sister's  visage  with  your  dirtied  talents.  she  is  a  being  of  purity  and  you...  ❞  nose  curls  upwards,  distaste  writing  it's  way  upon  those  painfully  beautiful  features  in  a  way  that  is  rich  with  his  hatred,  ❝  you're  just  trash.  ❞

#raytm #𝐕𝐈. [ . . . ] answered / #𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. [ . . . ] verse / i. main #raytm / sparkle #me sobbing as i write this because I DON'T LIKE TO BE MEAN- #im sorry sparkle....

[pearlcure]

@raytm : 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ,  𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 . 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮 🥹

" but.. gorou-kun, your opinion will 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 matter to me. please, speak what's on your mind. "  a soft profile gazes over her own shoulder, keeping a calm expression despite feeling her heart swell up and flutter. the priestess knew all too well to keep a professional appearance in both physical and mental notes, but sometimes she felt her grasp on control loosen when speaking with the general of watatsumi. was adoration allowed within her gloom role of divinity? to remain selfless for an eternity without a single ounce of reciprocation ?

her heart prayed for a happy ending despite knowing what the future holds.  grabbing his hands, pearl hues shimmer from what light remains from dawn kissed skies              the princess gives a gentle tug in utmost anticipation.  " if         if it's bad news, please know my heart can bare it.  "    cheeks flush to a pink that comes close to the beautiful pigments of her hair, enjoying holding hands if only for a moment before letting go in embarrassment. 

#raytm #/ im blyatt'ing into the sun rn. #/ ray is out here fishing for a kokomi w/ this gorou bs

[shrineofprophecy]

Gepard is here in attendance for sparkle’s lesson in establishing dominance and he’s taking diligent notes. 📝📝📝

"Well, if it isn't my favorite student. I can always count on you to take my lessons seriously." Sparkle pushed her glasses up in the center with two fingers. "I think it's about time to put your knowledge into practice."

#raytm #⤜ character【 sparkle 】 #ღ — crack #( who is he going to test this on? ) #( sampo? ) #( because sign me up ) #( she can shapeshift into him and then he can practise )

[luckquartzed]

plotted starter / @raytm

Oh , he was woefully unprepared for the temperatures of Jarilo-VI , even with the prep time . Then again , ‘ dress warm ’ wasn’t much of a head’s up either . Thanks a lot , Topaz . Maybe it was just because he grew up in the desert where rain itself was seen as a blessing & a miracle . He hadn’t seen snow until he was nineteen . He’s never even seen a snowstorm before .

The young man follows the guards escorting him through the military outpost , & he finds the set up both intimidating & fascinating . He can’t quite conceal his look of awe . For 700 years , the Silvermane guards had kept this city safe from the spreading Fragmentum ? Maybe it’s just the wariness of an unfamiliar environment seeping into his bones … or maybe it’s frostbite beginning to set in . He slips a little on some invisible ice in his path & the guard catches him by the arm .

“ Sorry about that , friend ! It would appear I’m unused to traversing this sort of terrain . ” Aventurine laughs .

The man says something about getting used to it after a while , but the gambler doesn’t hear him because his tri-coloured eyes have already caught sight of a very tall man with hair like threaded gold in an armour that set him apart from the rest of the army , although he didn’t carry himself with the air of someone superior to those around him . He was refined & dignified ...

He has a feeling he knows who this is . When the guards immediately address him as Captain , his gut feeling is confirmed to be true , as always . The man turns around & the gambler sucks in a sharp breath , feeing like the eyes that stood out from the serious , youthful visage of their exceptionally beautiful owner were as crystalline & blue as the ice that decorated every ancient tree & strange creature that graced their journey from the Snow Plains where he was dropped off to the guards’ zone . He’d heard plenty about the Landau family , both good & bad ; no one ever mentioned anything about him being quite so handsome , though .

Snapping himself out of his pointless staring , Aventurine feels the smile flit easily across his face , & he extends a hand to the other man & bends his head down to brush his lips over white gloved knuckles . “ A pleasure & an honour to meet your acquaintance , Captain Landau , I’ve heard many good things . I’m Aventurine , from the IPC’s Strategic Investment Department . I was told you were informed of my arrival ahead of time by my colleague Topaz , whom you’ve previously met , correct?” He releases the other & a bright & charming smile passing over his face like a sunbeam . “

He gestures to the guards that escorted him , “ I do apologize for my late arrival , I was a little lost on my way down from the drop off zone , thankfully these chivalrous gentlemen were here to help. Oh~ my new friends , please do let me know when you next have some time off ! I’d like to treat you to a few drinks whenever you’re next off duty , as a thank you ! ”

#♠️ ⸻ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ɪɪɪ || ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ɴᴇsᴛʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ❮ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇs ❯ #♦️ ⸻ ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ʙᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ & ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ❮ ɪᴄ ❯ #raytm

[ofscalesanddatabanks]

“Um, señor colorblind, that’s not our car.” wrio and neuv in some modern au idk about yet

"Hm?" The Chief Justice barely acknowledges the bemused jab at his disposal, continuing to walk towards the clearly brightly painted car, the hue of which could give a highlighter a run for its money. Before he has the ability to pull back or change course, the end of the IKEA trolley lightly brushes against the offending vehicle.

Almost in slow motion, the parking lot is filled with a symphony of horns, starting with the offendingly bright vehicle in front of them, with each surrounding car following in suit.

"Ah." Is all Neuvillette can think to say, turning to look at his partner with a rather wet and pathetic look, the sky opening up in some form of poetic justice, leaving the pair drenched in seconds. "I believe I may have made a mistake."

#raytm #genshin rp #wriothesley #neuvilette #shitposting #i'm sorry i was giggling about this on the way home thinking about them in an ikea parking lot

[dupliciti]

@raytm ( sparkle ) : ‘ try not to die! or do, i don’t care. ’ reluctant allies // not accepting

     Even when in the presence of another that is wise enough to follow the Elation, the truth of the universe, one is all the wiser knowing that they cannot trust those that hide behind masks. Though he's spent long without his, he's convinced that he never quite took one off. The  ❛ masks ❜  the Emanator swaps between are merely for the sake of presentation, morphing into what you need him to be.

What will yield the best results ? 

     Reservations  &&  worries manage to slip through cracks in front of this Fool. His own weakness, not that of his mask. Sampo aware he should avoid taking Sparkle at face value, yet she goes  &&  says things like this  &&  can't help but feel as if she really does want to teeter on malice. Not that he'd really let her push him to a limit that he couldn't handle. Whatever teasing  &&  jokes she attempts to throw his way, he still has allowed all this time. 

          ❝ Oh, but Miss Sparkle, if Sampo were to meet his end... Wouldn't you be bored without your favorite Fool around ?  ❞  Never revealing much about himself, nothing personal, whatever attachment they may have to one another hinges on glory days. Fun that was suitable for a time long gone. Had Sampo changed ?  Maybe. The mercenary likes to think that he just settled  &&  figured out what makes him truly feel elated. 

     Perhaps a part of him yearns for their previous interactions. Or their Aeon thinks it amusing to pit him against her. Being here on Penacony, lingering... It's of his own accord, a slight shift of fate. If Aha were to laugh now, Fool would roll his eyes, do anything to avoid letting them believe they'd pulled on the strings attached to Sampo's limbs to get him her in front of her. 

          ❝ I've already done well by setting up some repeatable schemes here. Nothing that'll inch me closer to  ❛ death. ❜  ❞   &&  he benefits from blessing of the Laughter, allowing him to evade things in a pinch if the time calls for it. This is also not his stage, not somewhere he belongs. Although... He is curious...  ❝ Are things... That dicey here ?  Or are you looking for trouble where there isn't any to start ?  ❞

#uuuh i kinda took the opportunity with this to slightly expand on like what i talked about with you briefly #kinda sorta asjkdgh #( ◇ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵈ┊ land of dreams; ) #raytm #raytm: sparkle #( ◇ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵃˢʰ┊ ask; )

[protcg]

blade is sizing up CAELUS because NO ONE is allowed more Tupperware’s than him.

unfortunaly for blade , caelus has collected every tupperware avaliable in penacony , luofu and belobog combined . he'll now be putting all of these in dan heng's archive room while he's away, so he could feel how much he loves this man.

#jealous? jealous blade???? #ic; caelus. #crack. #raytm

[iiryoku]

gep is going to give caelus a consolatory pat on the head he too is a victim of stelles antics. 😔

He happily accepts the consolatory pat, it's very much needed at this point.

❝ You see, what I have to live with? At this point, I wouldn't even be surprised if I was about to score someone, making out and she would come barging in, demanding me to do the dishes while swinging her bat- ❞

#raytm #ask. #ic. - CAELUS. / CRACK. #IJWFAIOFWOIAWF I CAN'T

[folkorae]

@raytm : I'm in love with you the rin & shiemi confession we deserve ! / prompt, still accepting!

Words were spoken, words she never thought she would hear ; they are at war with hell. Against Satan himself. Shiemi has an important role to play as Saio and the exorcists, as well as everyone there, are counting on her ( even though most of them don't believe in her ). Either way, Shiemi will do anything to protect her friends on the battlefield. Protect Yukio and Rin — even if it costs her life. They need to live and Shiemi will also do anything to live. The heat of battle brings out many fears, and one of them is precisely that of death. The fear of regret because of words that were not spoken.

With that in mind, after everyone went to their tents to rest and before she headed to hers, Shiemi went after Rin ( the conversation with Izumo left her thoughtful and determined to make a decision ). The girl had released her blonde hair, which now reaches just above her waist, from the braid. Her heart fluttered when Shiemi noticed Rin approaching. She needs to tell him, tell him about how she truly feels — because tomorrow might be too late. Summoning all the courage she had at the moment, Shiemi was ready to speak but Rin spoke first. The words were spoken, words she never thought she would hear. I'm in love with you. Shiemi was prepared to confess to him ( and prepared to be rejected ) but the girl didn't expect him to feel the same way.

Her face lit up and her happiness formed in the form of tears. Small tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks. “ I am so happy ! ” Shiemi says with a smile. But she needs to say the words to him too. “ I’m in love with you too ! I-I wanted to tell you sooner but— but a lot of things happened and . . . ” No, Shiemi wouldn’t make any more excuses. The girl wiped the tears from her face and smiling once again, she said “ If we survive this, do you want to— ” They will survive for sure ! Both of them and everyone else will live ! “ After all of this is over, d-do you want to— do you want to go out on a date with me ? ”.

#THE CONFESSION WE DESERVE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #raytm #❧ ⸻ asks . #❧ ⸻ ic / moriyama shiemi .

[deathfavor]

@raytm said: ❝  you belong to me.  ❞ kisaki about 2 get the death blow

Possessive, territorial, and jealous starters

Thrilling. There are precious few things in life that manage to catch Shuji Hanma by surprise. And there are fewer that can hold his attention after that initial spark of something in his chest, like trying to start a car with a dying battery. ( Maybe it's only a matter of time till he feels nothing at all. ) Except, there is one exception to this: Tetta Kisaki. Tetta Kisaki, who makes Hanma feel alive for the first time in far too many years, who paints the world full of color whether he's smirking with arrogant victory or snarling in anger. Thrilling. This is all so thrilling. It thrums in Hanma's veins.

" Jealousy looks good on you, Ki ~ sa ~ ki ~ " Hanma purrs back, drawing out the name for fun, because he knows it makes Kisaki's eye twitch with irritation. He wonders if it really was jealousy that had Kisaki seething. Hanma draws attention: mostly fear, but there's always freaks who get off on that, or who come charging towards danger. Maybe they have a death wish. Maybe it's just that Hanma has a dangerous kind of charm - a you're the type my parents said to stay away from look that lured some in.

He doesn't expect to feel Kisaki grab his shirt and yank him down like a misbehaving animal tugged by a catchpole and forced to heed. Surprise shoots through him, intoxicatingly intense when amber eyes stare directly at Kisaki's eyes, through the reflection. He giggles, grinning like he's won the lottery. And he has. Because what were the chances he would find the one who could make him remember what it was like to be human instead of just cloth and bone; something living rather than a skeleton abandoned to the elements for the world to pick apart. He grins, licks his lips, but stays quiet.

Kisaki practically hisses the words again and Hanma can hear his blood pounding in his ears. He's honest; jealousy DOES look good on Kisaki. It's all funny. Kisaki can hiss and snarl, but they both know Hanma can break Kisaki like a kid to a fragile statue. They both know he won't. ( At least, not as long as he's entertained. ) Only Kisaki can get away with this ; handling the reaper like he's just a directionless animal that needs guidance.

Hanma thinks he really might follow Kisaki to the end of the world if that's what he wants.

" Yeah. " Hanma answers - and suddenly Hanma has a cold feeling on the back of his neck. Like he's somehow just cursed Kisaki. His smile freezes for a second, halted like a picture. It's ridiculous of course. There's no reason for that feeling to be sweeping over him. He's puzzled - if anything, he should feel bad that HE admitted what they've known, not feel uneasy for Kisaki. But somehow Hanma's confession and admission feels like a signature on a death warrant.

The reaper pushes it down when he refocuses on Kisaki, grin stretching across his face again. " Yeah, I do. " His voices comes out rougher, scratching along his throat with the admission. Will it catch Kisaki by surprise for him to admit it? He can't wait to see.

#raytm #listen i have another vision as well for this #in a dying moment so maybe you'll get a second one with the same prompt #all im saying is #hanma was O.O wide eyed and then smirking at the words #now hanma wants to see what kisaki would do if he REALLY got jealous... #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]