#ℝ𝕆𝔹𝕀ℕ ����. 𝔹𝔸𝕌𝔻𝔼𝕃𝔸𝕀ℝ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɢᴇ 】

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

❝ 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 ━ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧! ❞

━━ Just dropping some of the concept work for Dead by Daylight Robin I've been tackling with my best friend @magicshadowkitten! She's absolutely amazing at drawing horror and we've been fiddling with Robin's design to try and get something concrete for out favorite little Sin Eater. A final version should be out soon!٩(⊙‿⊙)۶

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── Continued from x @mxlevolence

That answer seemed satisfactory enough to the doctor as his selenic gaze drank in all that it could about the strange being before him, unable to read them as quite human - but not fully a monster either. Perhaps something playing pretend? The stark white visage contrasted harshly to the dark cloak about their person - and Robin followed in their motions to tilt his head along as they spoke. A smile curled upon his lips, one that seemed unable to reach or effect those large eyes of his - great moons reflecting everything back to the being before him, a mirror that most were not willing or pleased to experience.

"Hah, well, that is a good answer... not many people are keen enough to realize how incredibly dull light can be, there's no mystery, no story...everything is just revealed in one great swoop of brilliance that blinds anyone who dares to look straight into it. But...most people do seem to be sheep being led to slaughter, don't they? Those people need the certainty of light, they need that crutch, that easily seen path...easy answers that don't require much thought on their end. Like parasites that move without eyes and without purpose but to bog down the rest of humankind. But the blackness of night... oh what wonders it may hold, you never do hear stories of a thousand eyes peering at you within the light of day or question what monsters might be roaming about under the sunshine. I suppose in that way...within that dark expanse there is more than light could ever hope to offer, especially once you bring in the power of human imagination and instinctual influence, aha~"

The doctor kept his gaze fixed forward, his ears attentive to the way the voice being presented to him warped and distorted, modulators had always been troublesome. Inflections and tone always revealed so much more than people thought they did, but this.... This he could respect, having almost nothing left to himself he had no reason to hide behind masks and shrouds, his name meant nothing and he was but a spectre wandering about in this cursed second life. A Ghost only existing to tend to the withered garden of his own death and stare into what he thought was the marble face of memory...always just out of reach and too blurred to see properly. But, he could put those things aside for a clever conversation; it was rare to find intelligent people nowadays and to be able to savor it was rarer still.

Although the gnawing feeling on the back of his skull informed him of the danger lurking infront of him, he was able to ignore it, he had nothing to fear now that his world had already been restarted. Could he even die now? Perhaps that was something to test out later when Bel, that blasted fiend, wasn't wheezing in his ear - the invisible demon chittering away... A warning of the person infront of him, yes, yes he had to be human, this much Robin knew; but he inwardly snapped at Bel to hush - he wanted to peel this mystery apart properly. Otherwise what fun was there to have with people like this? Puzzles: that's all people truly were.

"..."Being filled with a piece of night", lends me to believe that you aren't some innocent bystander in life, your...enjoyment of the dark also tells me that you are not prey like so many others. Tell me then, stranger, do you fancy yourself a predator? And how big of one do you think you are?"

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

✧ ── 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑?

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THE SOCIALLY AWKWARD BRAINS OF THE TEAM

━ You often feel like you need to take responsibility for those around you and to protect them. You struggle to show your love through other means, so you take that task seriously. Your friends know they can always count on you no matter what. However that leads you to be mistrustful of others' actions before getting to know them, usually assuming the worst of them. On the exterior you might seem cold, calculating and distant. But those close to you know that's far from the truth, you just have a particular way of demonstrating it. When it comes to love, you'll probably try to deny it at first, bury it before it grows more than it should. Mostly because you're so accustomed to being the strong one, that allowing yourself to be vulnerable for once scares you. But it's exhausting to constantly keep that guard up, sometimes you need to take a rest and allow yourself to be the one being taken care of. Don't forget that.

THE CHARMING AND HAPPY GO LUCKY

━ When you walk into a room, all eyes are on you, and you love it. You have a magnetic personality and people seem to instantly trust you.... or be attracted to you. You enjoy the simple things in life, and you can make any boring situation fun with your sense of humor and positive attitude. You aren't afraid of love, life is too short to deny yourself of such pleasures out of fear. And you aren't stupid either. You know when someone is just trying to take advantage of your quick trust in them for their selfish needs. However, you might struggle to take things seriously at times, trying to avoid conflict at all costs. Remember that avoiding unpleasant conversations rather than communicating is not always the best solution.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

✧ ── 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄?

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IN YOUR TEETH

━ love has uneven edges but it is something you sink your teeth into. with love you give all of yourself over and feel everything as it happens- good and bad. for you love can be a fight, whether it's hard won or hard lost (or hard to hold on to), love has a way of leaving it's impression in your skin. it's not that it hurts, it's just that it knows your tender spots and seems to hit those first.

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✧ ── WHAT KIND OF LOVE ARE YOU?

𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝔸𝕊 𝔸 𝔽𝕃𝔸𝕎

Cowering, your love hides in the dark. In shadows and under cover of night, your love runs from corner to corner, afraid to linger, afraid to be caught. AFRAID AFRAID, AFRAID OF EVERYTHING. When you fall in love, it is with alarm bells ringing. Your love is a MISTAKE, a flaw in the code, a purchase you don’t remember making and desperately want to return. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t want this. It’s a problem–– your problem ––and you would do anything to pass it off, burn it away, scoop it out of you with bare hands, or carved out with hooked knives before it can destroy you. Get it out, just get it out NOW. You don’t care who you hurt in the process, only that you can’t AFFORD to be hurt first. Being loved by you is to be loved by a figment of the imagination. It is to be loved in halves, or not at all.

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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

ヽ( ´O｀) - ╰(´︶`) - (ó﹏ò｡)

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy? 

━━ Robin is perpetually tired, but when he is especially sleepy he does trudge around and tends to yawn and stretch often - and he cracks every time. Robin's patience also very quickly depletes when he's not rested - and he tends to get irritated faster - his calm aloof mask will fall during these times too. If you ever want Robin to curse at you or be a bit more unfiltered in his responses, this is the time to bother him - although don't be surprised if he broods and isolates during this time.

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

━━ I'd say its a 10/90 split. 10% being the time he does appreciate physical contact but its only with a few select people - otherwise do not touch him. As for hugs by strangers, he has a pretty strict, "don't touch me" policy. Intruding on his personal space is a quick way to get him to view you in a lower light; animals have no control over such things but sentient creatures should know better than poking and pressing someone, or something, they don't know. Interestingly enough while Robin doesn't really like being touched, he is fine with initiating it with strangers - granted its never anything particularly heavy and most of the time is just a handshake. Anything more than professional touches to this group of people is a farce - he has no gender bias for who he exploits and has no issues utilizing people's natural craving for touch. He won't like it - persay - but he recognizes its usefulness.

When it comes to that 10% he opens up a bit more and will be accepting of physical intimacy - although he still tends to forget about it most of the time and unless he's feeling particularly affectionate he will keep his hands to himself. It isn't due to lack of trust or hostility with this specific group of individuals though; much more that he is so used to not having physical intimacy that he honestly just forgets about it. A quick reminder or someone else initiating that contact will get a positive response and if he's in a good mood and not overstimulated/stressed, a return of said affections.

Robin's relationship with touch in general is complicated and deeply rooted in the environment that he grew up in. Zaun isn't the most friendly place to be and he really only had his family for physical comfort and genuine affection. Most, if not all, of his experiences with touch after the accident were to establish dominance, to injure/kill, and were generally a negative experience over all. Even though Abel was gentle in his touches and usually amiable - Robin was firmly aware that these were just ploys to gain favor and held no genuine care behind them. He will never admit any of this, and claims that this is just how he is, but his background had a massive impact on his character regardless of if he wants to own up to his trauma and how it changed him.

(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?

━━ Robin doesn't have any food allergies but due to his current state of unlife most food bothers him since he cannot digest it properly. Too much of this and he will get sick and probably cough up blood, but he can ingest a little. However he is not fond of sweets in the slightest; he prefers bitter or savory flavors as he often finds that sugary/sweet foods make his teeth "feel fuzzy" - and it is a feeling that he absolutely hates as it makes him feel unclean and like he has to immediately brush his teeth. The only sweet food he does enjoy (and will happily receive) is caramelized pears; here is the recipe below so you can see the flavors he fonder of:

2-3 pears 

10 green cardamom pods

2 tablespoons unsalted butter

1/4 cup brown sugar light or dark

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

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"Ah … You know I've never been one to indulge the inane prattle that tends to come with nobility, I find it very rare that it ever results in anything intellectual - let alone enjoyable. Hearing people gossip and primp about what new fancy jewel they've acquired never intrigued me much, unfortunately for many of your guests. No wonder you flew into the Ionian wilds, even half an hour of their blustering demands for attention have drained me - I can't imagine it for every day as long as you've been on this earth. I have no idea of how you managed for so long, color me impressed with your patience."

Robin decides in that moment to be polite and not point out the way Vladimir seems to have lost himself staring at him; its embarrassing enough without drawing any sort of attention to it. Somewhere in his being he knows if he does mention it, the doting gaze will only grow and he'll whisper something so honest that it would cause the mage to buckle. So he waits - its a dreadful thing - waiting while someone so handsome seems to be carving his way into Robin's very essence. He finds time swiftly fading between them, it means little to them both after all - immortality was a blessing and curse but for now, flooded in the moons glow - life felt … good. He snorts at the mention of the guests at the party being idiots, brow quirking as he observes the way Vladimir so meticulously rearranges himself; surely something his nannies and maids had pounded into his head within his youth. Before he … ah, the very thought of is enough to thrust a dull, subtle ache upon his heart.

"Buttery words, but I will oblige you. It has been quite some time, I imagine, since I've attended anything of this sort … Do forgive me when I step upon your toes." He offers his own bow, the motion practiced and smooth. Robin's head angled downward with a gentle spread of his left arm, his hand hovering before his chest while his right leg swept behind his left and slowly lowered him. The silence rings, but it isn't so thick that Robin's polite chuckle can't cut through it as his fingers met Vladimir's palm.

"I would love to, my lord. After you."

"There is no need to apologize. As I said, I do not blame you for wanting to separate yourself from the Noxian aristocracy. They know nothing besides well, I suppose trying to gain attention." His hand comes up, examining his nails. He seems rather dismissive of his fellow kinsmen, if anything Vladimir wasn't interested in associating with them either, but to keep appearances he had to socialize once and a while or they would assume he was a shut in. plus, it was the only time he would be made aware of the current gossip in the capital.

Eyes roll slowly upwards, gazing at Robin perched so delicately on the banister. He seems rather calm despite the noise that occupies his brain. The thumping of the heart that was so close. Something that he had never heard coming from Robins chest, then there was the sudden change of his eyes. A verdant display that glimmered much more beautifully that the pale orbs that reflected the moon. His eyes were as if the moon had overgrown with a forest as brilliant and the Ionian wild. He became lost in the lush colors of Robins eyes, the thumping of the others heart assaulting his keen sense of hearing. Every pulse that coursed through his veins, the flow of the ichor of life that kept such fragile things alive. Vlads mind wandered ever so briefly to his violent tendencies. The corners of his mind begged to be freed, to launch himself and bare his fangs upon the pale neck of his guest who had practically awaited for him. Sitting so beautifully and alone, the white locks of hair could be stained so violently with red as he tore into his throat and indulged on his lifes' essence. Perhaps then his eyes would return back to the glazed haze they were prior, so he could his reflection in pale irises as the life drained from them. He can feel the thoughts closing in, but just as they approached, they vanished. Receding back as his lips moved to answer the request with amusement.

"You with to dance with me in the night? I wouldn't object to teaching you how to waltz, darling. It's all a matter of confidence, without the idiots staring you down of course." he sits up from his relaxed position, hands running quickly across the rear of his clothes and adjusting his coat and collar. Standing in front of Robin he holds out a hand, a smirk playing on his lips as he bows slightly. "Care to have this dance?" he says, his voice returning to it's rather luscious flirtatious tone. The low vibrations of his words honey to Robins ears as he awaits for the man to take his hand. As if he were a prince asking another royal to take his hand and dance with him on the ballroom floor.

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✧ ━━━ Continued From X @steel-and-fire

"Mmm~"

A satisfied hum escaped his lips as ventured further into the Ionian wilderness, a route Robin had journeyed along many times in the past; demonstrated by his remarkable ability in navigating around various woodland impediments despite his poor eyesight. Despite this, he shifted his attention towards Ferenir, noting the Smith's attentive steps beside him; like well-trained pup. Such honest behavior wasn't unwelcome - it was nice to be able to relax. At least for now.

"Bother me? Oh nonsense, Ferenir, you're a delight." He interrupted his stride and turned sharply to face a nearby Birch tree. Robin placed his ear against its monochrome bark, delivering two gentle taps as he listened for any kick back or movement. "I've been well, friend, winter is melting away and the buds of spring are poking out to bloom - the warmer weather is much easier to endure compared to the quiet season. Although I am concerned with the rain, my home might just cave in after how mercilessly it snowed - I'll have to replace the straw roofing before the wet months begin. Perhaps I may employ your services. Hah ~ "

With a swift motion, the magus extracted his hunting knife from its sheath, carving a cavity in the tree bark's depths to inspect the hollowed-out chamber within.

"And what of you? Have you found success in your travels?"

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

👄+ @thegoldentigress >:p

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 👄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

ROBIN A. BAUDELAIRE -> MISS QADIRA ( @thegoldentigress )

━━ "Miss Qadira? Naturally she's an exquisite woman. She exhibits an air of ... regality that sets her apart from the vast majority of women I have known, her beauty of character, as well as her inner and outer loveliness, are equally captivating. I may not be able to see her as clearly as the rest of you, but Bel has whispered of all of your visages - from Miss Qadira's stripe pattern to the bright chartreuse of her iris; quite a enchanting mix of color on her person ... almost like a tropical flower."

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

He'd been watching him for weeks, throughout the chilled nights, through the shortened days of approaching winter - each minute memorized, each moment captured on the blank canvas of his mind. Every night, watching from afar - it had become enjoyable to admire the human's little habits; those pesky patterns that always found their way into existence, even if they were dampened by force. Frankly it was difficult to stay away, although it wasn't as if he had tried to, there was always fun in stalking oblivious prey and their daily activities; blissfully unaware of the fact that someone - or something - was waiting for one false move. One slip up could mean a slashed throat or gouged eyes. Robin had considered before if his most recent fascination had any inkling at all of the way his moonish gaze burned into him; but now there was little question to that. The joy of the hunt was amplified by the realization that his sacrificial lamb had just as many bloodied teeth as he did. 

How many lives had he used to sharpen the edge of his blade?

So many others were ... easy, but the ones that thrashed and fought and bit and refused to let themselves bleed away into waiting jaws of the void? Those deserved something special; and now laying under this man's knee Robin could only think about how he would look drowning in just a few inches of water, gasping and gagging on the last foul airs to leave his straining lungs. There was a tub in this dwelling but, unfortunately, filling it would have to wait.

The floorboards whined under their shifting weight as Robin's vacant stare locked with HUNK's unflinchingly, it seemed the burden pressing on his chest was inconsequential - even with the way his ribs seemed to bow under the pressure. HUNK's low reverberating growl plucked and danced across Robin's sinews - but he held down whatever ravenous excitement was singing to him to gut the operative again and again and again. This one would be much more enjoyable than the family of living flesh he had carved the previous evening, he would think this one out.

"Tell me who sent you."

Robin's mind reeled in its confusion at the words spoken to him, who sent him? Who? His head tilted to the side, shifting the veil of white hair spilled out under him like fresh snow in moonlight, and he pondered what that could possibly mean. He had brought himself here. But ... who was he? Perhaps in life Robin could have provided a proper response to such an inquiry; but now he found it difficult to address - did he need a reason for all of this madness? His eyes flicked to the combat knife gripped between HUNK's fingers and the Sin Eater found a strange comfort in its sheen, imagining what it would be like to feel it cut into his skin, imagining how it would feel digging through the hollowed out cavern of the person he'd been stalking.

The warmth it would spill always felt like an embrace, like his mother.

Still the question of "who" continued to bother him in his silence, what had he been before - what had he even felt then? Was there a time where he, too, had been sweet? Robin thought of himself now as nothing but a vague shape wondering through the space between oblivions, he had no identity, no purpose except to set the world to slaughter in Her name. "Robin" was just a title at this point gifted to him by Her graces, and snatches of his life's story had been written down in the washed away blood of that long rotted town; he could still see the crimson littered across the first snowfall ... detailing the end of each life throughout those long winter months. He recalled its swift transition from warm vivacity to a state akin to a corpse, its skeleton bleached by the sun; now stale and empty - ah it held such an alluring perfume. 

A blanket of whiteness fell across his memory and glittered with needlelike points of fire in a bloodless dawn, how many years had passed? Centuries? Lifetimes? Milennia? What was left of him ... ? A fleeting thought of his own body brushed across the poison stew of his brain; his own crimson letters surely had faded by now too, his desecrated husk surely still laid abandoned in those deep dark woods - reduced down to mere carrion but ...

That mattered little now. 

Then again, had it ever really mattered at all? What was a man but a fleshy pile of trivialities? They'd all end the same as every other pest and vile creature on this planet - picked down to the bone until naught remained and forgotten to time. Any other hope was hot air hissed into the will weakened minds of the rabble; the only promise in life was pain, humiliation, and the sweet sound of blood drip-draining into the grass and gutters. Yet - this one had not begun whatever exquisite butchery laid between them, he did not slice or stab. Oh how Robin's throbbing pulse yearned for the cut - and his hands twitched with the idea of choking the spit out of this one's throat and silencing his pretty words. Pull yourself together, wretched thing.

"I'll call you an ambulance if you start talking."

He had found no mercies nestled in the consciousness of HUNK during his watches - nothing to ornament his atrocities with ... until now. Though, Robin could not understand it - he'd been too lost to time. Oh well. Despite their vulgarness humans were adaptive to change, perhaps this was yet another curious invention of theirs, they did never seem to stop trying to tame the chaos and discord of the universe. An huff left his lips, laced with amusement yet not unkindly in its nature, yet his dull eyes remained aloof, the smile not extending beyond the corners of his petaled mouth:

"Pray tell, special one, what is this "ambulance" you speak of ... ?"

The problem with assumptions is that when you are wrong they can transform into bloody regrets.

Being sent to deal with "some man" (or so he estimates) would have ended simply were it actually the truth. But HUNK, for all the flesh and bone that comprises him, is not ordinary enough to make anyone else's life easy. Least of all someone with the audacity to waltz into his apartment this late without so much as a knock.

Growling, he presses his knee against the chest of his would-be foe. Gripping tightly onto the handle of the combat knife that seldom ever leaves his side now.

"Tell me who sent you." He asks. Shifting himself ever so slightly so that they can feel the build of pressure against them. "I'll call you an ambulance if you start talking."

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✧ ━━━ Continued From X Starter For: @nameaprice

The magus remained stationary at the border of the Ionian wilderness, arching an eyebrow upon recognizing the distinctive Shuriman accent that left the woman's lips. Robin advanced cautiously towards the trotting beast once it came to a halt; more curious than afraid of this sudden stranger - even as Bel's voice echoed words of caution into his ears. He approached softly, as if Death itself were following him, and directed his gaze, a blend of the moon and marble, towards her for a proper conversation. Alas, this was not the person Sivir had expected - more akin to a phantom than a flesh-and-blood entity. This was something ... or someone ... new. A gentle Ionian breeze lifted and fluttered his verdant cloak, shooing away a few of the moths that had found comfort atop its embroidered flowers. The curls of his hair, delicate as wisps, swayed and shimmered, mimicking the way cold sunlight danced across a wintry landscape when his lips finally parted to speak,

"My name would mean nothing to you. But I've heard of your tale, Battle Mistress. You are a long ways from home - and the Ionian forests can be quite dangerous for outsiders." A rose-tinted melody emerged from his damaged lips, endearing and soft despite its source; "Although I have little doubt that you would snap any threat in two." His hollow laugh echoed as he carried on observing her, languidly moving closer to her side than in front to alleviate the horse's feeling of being hemmed in by his person.

"If you have found yourself lost I can guide you back to a near town, or you may find a place to rest back in my burrow. I would not advise you to travel alone without a map - fearless as you are your bravado will not protect you from the wandering Azakana that frequent these woods. And, well - " Robin lifted his hand towards the horse's muzzle, relaxing when its plush lips pressed onto his knuckles, "I imagine your stead is hungry."

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─── Which Tragic Death Would You Suffer?

The Prophetic Hero

you die saving the world, as you were always supposed to. peace comes only with your blood. the world will remember you for centuries. they will write poems, create art, and film movies all about you. no one will remember what you were before your death. maybe you don't even know it either. you have spent so long saving the world time after time that there is nothing left of you except the heroism. you die never knowing love.

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What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

✧ ── 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

1. What’s the strangest/weirdest thing the Mun has watched on youtube?

── "Oh yes, the video site - strange to me how this world's population has endless information at their fingertips and yet instead of research they choose to focus on pointless nonsense. They seem to enjoy videos that delve into the many features regarding the oceans in their world; a call to the void perhaps? Why bother trying to frighten oneself with imagery and experiences they will never have? What is there to be scared of in the oceans' floor when you'll never be at the bottom of them anyway?"

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

@hemoplagued - So that one timeline huh.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

───What Horror Trope Are You?

The Haunted House

Decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

The Killer

Was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

"I thought I might join in on some of the tomfoolery I've seen going about around here - I believe you are on friendly terms with a few of my acquaintances. Hm~ It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss. You may call me Robin - is there a particular title you adhere to?"

The mage offered a small smile - the corners of his mouth barely moving, while his selenic eyes remained devoid of any life or vibrancy. It was almost as if he was looking through her rather than at her. Despite this, Robin removed his hat from his head and respectfully bowed, unveiling fluffy tufts of white adorning his scalp - like rolling hills blanketed in snow. Following an appropriate pause, he stood up and beheld her once more, the jingles and tassels of his hat sparkling in the dappled sunlight which shone through the canopy,

"I was passing through, but I would be remiss to not continue the conversation with such a curious woman as yourself." He studied the tentacles with a mixture of fascination and acceptance, his tilted head maintaining an unassuming, composed expression; it seemed this was not strange to him. After a moment Robin spoke once more, preserving the soft, soothing tone of his voice, "Would you care to join me?"

@witchcraftandburialdirt boops.

Boops back with a smile and curls the tentacles away. It's not a bad day to break the ice with boops!