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instead of sketching i came up with another pallette for nightlight because i didn’t like the ones i used before anymore.

wow okay now i’m going to do a little sketchy sketch of nightlight for a new icon but then i’m leaving again. my apologies to the one person i’m currently roleplaying with, and even more to the people that have attempted. I’m not feeling my muse and believe before I fuck anything else up I’ll go to another blog.

fearlingdevil:

"THEN KEEP YOUR FUCKING WORD AND STAY AWAY!  DON’T ACT AS IF I AM THE ONE DREDGING ALL THIS UP, THAT IS YOU!  You are so gods damned blind by your tunnel vision hatred that you cannot see all the other tyrants around you, but whatever.  Hate all you want, I surely do.”

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Nightlight would let Pitch have the last word. He was so angry right now, he could care less. All he wanted to do was to leave. Never had he ever wished to be near the monster, so now he would go. And go he did. As soon as Pitch finished his rant, Nightlight shot into the sky and left. A temper tantrum, none the less, but he thought it would be more responsible rather than continue arguing with someone. 

(Source: nightlightthebright)

fearlingdevil said: "Then leave me be and you will never see the likes of me again. Gods above."

 

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❝Why are you so DENSE?! Do you think I want to be around you?! After all the pain and turmoil you’ve put through my friends and me, why would I ever be near you other than to stop your terror! I would much rather you stay far, far away from me, and then I could promise you the same.❞

Anonymous asked—
Nightlight, why do you hate Pitch so much? I need to hear it from you, glowing spectral boy to anonymous.

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❝When I was trapped in the monster’s heart, I saw no man left inside of him. Whether others believe him to be changed or not, I could n e v e r believe that…               that thing could ever care for another.
                                                 He could never be human, that I am sure of.❞ 

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"That should keep you quiet"

seirlranpiscesatlen:

nightlightthebright:

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❝Wrf fif th mrng rfa mrns?❞ The Spectral boy attempted at saying, but the cover around his lips prevented any true words coming out.

Honestly he didn’t care for the answers the boy might give him. He was a scientist and was going to learn things from a more unbiased source.

One claw settled right over where a heart would be in a normal being, sharp as a scalpel. One quick press and he’d likely find the heart of this being. With a smirk he let magic coat his hand instead. Letting matter make way. Letting his hand phase through tissue and into the boy to start his investigation. No need to leave unnecessary marks.

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A silenced shriek came from Nightlight as his eyes widened with as the sorcerer phased his hand into his chest. He wanted to start hyperventilating, but he was terrified of the Lord to make a mistake and have his hand inside of the boy’s chest. Instead, he held his breath for as long as he could. He felt a numb feeling over come him. Perhaps the Lord was trying to ease any pain that could occur? No matter, feeling his body shift and heart beat rapidly was enough of a headache that no magicks could stop.

And I watched
                                         As they paid the price
                                                                                        For my weakness
And I swore
                                         That I’ll      N E V E R
                                                                                        Be weak again

(Source: kyouhouohime, via shadowedcenturion)

"That should keep you quiet"

seirlranpiscesatlen:

nightlightthebright:

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❝Wrf fif th mrng rfa mrns?❞ The Spectral boy attempted at saying, but the cover around his lips prevented any true words coming out.

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"Very well, then I will leave them as they are. Whether they are in my way or not." He answered setting to work.

"I will tell you this. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for such a long time." He half purred. "Do you realize how hard it is to get any research done since the current Tsar is in office? Light is integral, and having you off a tight leash is ever so … annoying." He sneered uncaring for the armor and cloth in his way as his magic removed it that he might get a better look at how the boy was reacting to the wounds.

Absently making mental notes as he observed a while before turning his attention more central. His hand singing with magic as he trailed it over the boy’s sternum. “Do you even have proper bones? What makes you tick? Why the Lunanoffs I wonder. Why would a Light being, the only one in existence ally itself with them of all people?”

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Nightlight shuddered as his armor was removed along with his shirt. He flinched as the hand grazed down his chest. The boy would have answered these questions if the Lord simply had asked, but this has gone too far. Of course Nightlight would side with the Lunanoffs. They created him. What else would he do…? 

❝Mf wfd nfr eff m ns rt gn❞ His voice said, muffled and cracking as he continued to hold back from crying. Gods, how was he going to escape from this?