GUARDIAN LIGHT.

 ˗ˏˋ⚡︎ˎˊ˗  A private & selective KISARA from yugioh!. Heavily canon-divergent & headcanon-based from the manga. Open to AU verses and crossovers. Intended for a mature following only ( 21+ ) & may include mature themes such as violence, war, blood, and death. No formal rules page, I'm pretty laid back & open to questions re: boundaries, interactions, etc.

[ CARRD wip ]

[Meme/Prompts] | [Headcanons]

Written by Maddy (30) | MST

[ personals & minors dni ]

hello~!!

another quick update here after the last one

activity & personal life update!

Kisara is a shining example of sacrifice rooted in faith. Faith that, at the core of the only one she’s ever come to trust, there is a good heart. And, deeper in her subconscious, a faith that light will ultimately prevail in an otherwise dark world that she's been subjected to endure. Because that is her very nature. To deny and reject that which is cruel and of darkness is at the core of her being. 

In canon, for her to have been given an opportunity to make a difference in a divine battle that involved forces far stronger than her own and affected so many souls other than her own, was a gift. She’d wandered this earth and suffered for so long, all seemingly without purpose or reason. Yet, she continued on with no choice other than to have faith that one day her life might be worth something to someone. Ironically, the gift of playing a part in the destruction of darkness was only given to her in death when Akhenaden had possessed Seth and attempted to use her dragon spirit to kill the Pharaoh. 

This is where I’ve begun to make sense of canon events after her capture and during Gebelk’s trial. As to why she initially surrendered in spirit and fell to hopelessness once locked in a cage. All her faith and hope that her suffering and tribulations would eventually lead to something worth living for was lost in that moment she awoke in the prison. 

In context, this was a scenario where an unmarried woman within the lowest social class of an ancient civilization was accused of black magic and sorcery by citizens and, from her weakened perspective face-down in the dirt, was found to be guilty in some capacity by royal ordained priests happening to pass by at that moment. Naturally, she presumed her prospective future to be quite bleak before slipping into unconsciousness.  

Therefore, when she awakens behind metal bars, she falls into quiet despair that indeed her suffering had been for nought. That her life meant nothing to anyone. For surely, she believed, she was to be either imprisoned for some unforeseen amount of time or put to death in this dark, desolate place. This hopelessness is why, when faced with the prospect of death in the trial, she willingly surrendered. 

🎵 meme ⚡︎ @sapphireceo

I. Even In Arcadia | Sleep Token

II. Wall's Down | Memba ft. Evan Giia

III. Dead Talk | Wind Walkers

Bonus dramatic instrumental ✨

and not create things like this—

[ RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS ]

     Tired, cerulean eyes had fallen on a decorative plant nestled in the corner of the room as she'd been guided to a seat. Several armed men in black suits bustled about the disheveled, damaged room, entirely focused on finding and neutralizing the threat. But one, sporting a familiar white and maroon topcoat, remained knelt by her side.

     She hadn’t extended her injured arm when he initially voiced an offer of help. Not out of distrust but rather it was simply a moment's hesitation whilst still dazed. When the words finally registered, she blinked away the haze and allowed him to take careful hold of her arm to start work on the deep, vicious gash that stretched from wrist to elbow across the side of the limb. A parting gift courtesy of a sizeable pocket knife.

     She swallowed dryly, a canine subtly taking hold of her bottom lip. To stifle both shame and a pained hiss as he applied pressure to stop the bleeding. He'd warned her earlier not to meddle in affairs that didn't involve her. Naturally, of course, she had disagreed regarding the specifics- not that she voiced it at the time. He would have no doubt kept her under scrutinous watch otherwise. Still, he had yet to rebuke her foolishness with words of chastisement or anger. For that, she was grateful.

     By the time he reached the point of wrapping the final layer, a distant throbbing began to resonate in her head and the heavy weight of fatigue settled on her shoulders. Despite her own wounds, her concern quickly shifted as she realized the possibility that he might have sustained some himself.