#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin

[gemkun]

@scrtilegii said : ' it is so strange... ' offered in yearning-burdened sigh. ' I am not required to use my powers in order to be able to properly bond with you. you make me laugh so easily. if anything, it is I who is at loss. ' you are my only genuine experience, spoken but implied nonetheless. and, perhaps, part of her is tempted to bewitch him if only to know he won't ever leave her side. that, however, she does not, she does not permit this longing to become a smothering. ( you know who akahsvsvd )

      ⸻       rhinestones   twinkle   ,   reminiscent   of   the   stars   that   streak   the   night   sky.   a   canvas   stitched   to   blanket   the   residents   among   the   golden   hour   ,   selected   as   the   perfect   backdrop   for   the   utopian   world   orchestrated   under   the   hands   of   those   blessed   by   xipe.   shoulders   —   belonging   to   an   otherwise   obstinate   practitioner   —   settle   following   a   seemingly   sacred   profession   ,   grounding   himself   to   the   foundation   of   their   labour.   where   robin   sacrifices   her   wings   too   ,   in   order   to   anchor   herself   to   the   world   that   the   soles   of   veritas’   sandals   touch.

  where   knowledge   should   have   met   a   barricade   ,   to   not   be   breached   further   than   merely   ingesting   the   offerings   of   penacony   ,   it   has   undoubtedly   evolved   into   a   sensation   akin   to   growing   fond   of.   perhaps   not   for   halovians   in   general   ,   but   —

  ❝   i   have   several   safeguards   should   you   ever   feel   compelled   to   test   my   susceptibility.   ❞   despite   the   matter   —   of   —   factly   claim   ,   there   is   the   faintest   etch   of   a   smile   upon   his   countenance   ,   as   if   it   were   a   fiendish   challenge   towards   the   seraphim.   ❝   though   ,   i   will   confess   ,   it   is   not   often   that   i   am   the   source   of   someone’s   laughter.   ❞   pondering   ,   he   ruminates   on   the   admission   ,   recalling   what   may   have   tempted   the   bubble   of   amusement   to   emerge   from   the   singer.

  eyes   stream   ,   tracking   to   the   awaiting   stage   ,   set   to   broadcast   the   star   by   his   side.   ❝   how   daunting   it   must   be   ,   to   endure   an   audience   as   immense   as   penacony   and   its   visitors.   ❞   with   a   hum   ,   they   reroute   to   their   previous   destination   ,   landing   on   the   ethereal   performer.   yet   ,   here   ,   an   inch   away   from   him   ,   she   is   free   from   the   shackles   of   stardom.   free   from   the   limelight   that   sears   her   ,   placed   at   the   centre   of   attention   to   be   displayed   as   an   exhibition   for   all   to   admire   and   awe.

  where   the   façade   would   cast   over   a   superlative   face   ,   to   appease   the   world.

  ❝   from   here   ,   it   appears   so   small.   ❞

[lunaetis]

@scrtilegii replied to your post :

Robin is simply going to put the 🥺 face here and try her odds either way

​​─「エデン」─  oh, oh, it's the pretty lady singer. the softest touch on her nose made the trailblazer squint a little, only a little, before nuzzling towards the tender touch. she wouldn't hurt her, right ? right.

[zorkaya-moved]

' I am not the seraphic ideal so many paint me to be! ' songbird loses control of her carefully crafted persona, ' just for once, I want to be loved! I want to be choked by true love until I weep with joy and revelry! so, chain me, if you like! possess me! love me, Apostle, love me! fulfill the frantic wish that even all this fame could never fulfill! fulfill me! I will sing away all that haunts you, I will hypnotize you and remove all of your burden. I will give you peace. ' ( shall we be a bit fucking insane 😳 )

@scrtilegii

There is never trust in anything that looks divine. Divinity is a lie and the gods are cruel. There is deep unsettlement whenever the concept of religion and holiness comes into place. She, who has used religion and holiness, witnessed all it had done to the minds of others. The seraphs will be praised, people will kneel before them and pray upon their salvation (Cleanse me, cleanse me, cleanse me) while forgetting the true nature of these creatures. But the galaxy seems to be filled with more than just ideals and ideations, it is filled with those who live such lives through and through. 

I was the god, the saint, the destroyer, the devil, the sinner, the peasant and the empress. I was everything and nothing, I took on roles of holy worship and satanic rituals. This body is not pure and it will never, it’s been tainted by more than others fear. The energy of Honkai found its way to deep, altering everything and anything it came into contact with. 

The maiden of lying masks tells her, persona slipping and she looks all the more beautiful in her imperfections. The wings on her head are lies told by those who wish to take them for granted, and Zarina thinks their white color is beautiful and pretty when coming together with Robin’s general color palette. The soft blue, the gentle touch of the sky in her hair and such a gentle shade of green in her eyes. The winter within her craves to have more of these colors inside of it, to dance in a flurry of snow around her to witness all that she is and to preserve in memory and in ice the sight of her beauty. 

There is never trust in anything that looks divine, but there is trust in the one who lets her facade fall and expose her selfishness. There is trust in the rawness of emotion and the desire to be loved. Is it not the most perfect imperfect thing? To be loved wholly, truly, with the vices and imperfections included? The angel shows her true face and the Apostle finds it better than any alcohol she's ever tasted, an intoxicated feeling of appreciation and delight. Her frozen core beats for she no longer has a true heart that acts like it, her being yearns to touch her, to taint her more, to possess more of her voice, her warmth, her lips, her gaze, her everything.

Chain me, she says. Possess me, she says. Love me, she says.

It's impossible to stay away when such allure is presented. No, not impossible, but she doesn't want to. Zarina always chooses what she wants to do and now she steps so close to the seraphim that their chests touch and her hand rests on the songstress' waist while the other tilts her chin up so she could look at her. How frantically she's been speaking, but the Sovereign (Herrscher) can only look in admiration, fascination, and adoration. Perfection bores her, perfection brings out her apathy and disinterest but this? Oh, Robin's truth is what intrigues her and brings her here like a moth to a flame (you were a flamechaser too, faux goddess, once).

Red lips part to begin to speak:

"I will not chain you for freedom fits you better," her words are a melody laced in velvet, deep and sultry. "I will not possess you for obsession is my love's face," she presses her thumb against Robin's lips while looking into her eyes, enjoying the perfection of her rosy lips. "But I will love you. I will love you as people love in winter to stay warm, I will kiss you breathless and steal your voice when the moon is high." Now her thumb traces across the lower lip. "Be my duet in the song, Robin. Be my equal, want me and yearn for me as much as I yearn for you. I'll let you sing me to sleep, I'll let you be my final lullaby."

There is a pause between them to let the words sink in, sink as in the abyssal ocean where countless memories will forever be buried. The voices, oh, the voices are so loud but they will never be forgotten! The Discipline orders you to remember and it's a golden necklace around your neck, Apostle, you'll never be free from the God's Voice! But Zarina knows, she listens to the angel's words and she accepts them. Not recklessly, but solely because there is nothing left to lose and because she'd love to jump into this horror with her arms open for the seraphim to claim her love.

"But you must be my equal. Be selfish, be greedy, be loving. Want me and desire me, reach out your hands and cling to me to not let me go," she whispers now, so it will be only heard to by the wings of faith and fate. Harmony won't interrupt them as Sokolova's arm circle around Robin's waist, hugging her close and her hand cups the songstress' cheek. Golden eyes - half-lidded - are full of winter charm, warmth within them is both tempting and dangerous. How can ice be warm? Just like people fall asleep under the layers of snow never to wake up again. "I will only ever love the [real] you, not the diva, not the daughter of Oak Family, but you - the one so imperfect, so selfish, and so greedy. So be wanting with me," Zarina then kisses her forehead, too tender of a gesture for words spoken but a promise done before her lips press against her eyebrow. "Because the others will see perfect, what beautiful mask, but I want to see you come undone with me," another kiss to her cheek, it's reverence for the truth and true beauty in the eyes of gold. "I'll be loving with you, Robin, I will revere you and worship you but only if you do the same. Obsess with me as I obsess with you. I don't want half-loves, I want all that you are. So give it to me, give me your voice, your lips, and your soul. And you will have it all from me." Another kiss to the corner of her lips.

Origin is all about Ego, the true self. Thus, Zarina exposes the truth of herself before Robin and wishes for the same. Reverence for the Ego, love for the Ego, adoration for the Ego. She is the Apostle of Origin, the Messenger of Ego, and the one who continuously begins.

"I will be your true love, so be mine."

Now, the angel's lips are captured by the apostle's. A kiss to seal the promise.

[ephemyrals]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ,    its inevitable ruin at dawn’s hand  .    the sun strikes dauntlessly    (         relentlessly        )    and alike icarus  ,    those who try might know the pain of wings set aflame    ━━     the death to so many who dare to trespass  .    kafka treads the skies without the auguries of fear  ,    𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐞  .    ❝    if it isn't the beloved songbird . how lovely that we might meet . i have always been meaning to ask . . .    ❞    halting mid - strut  ,     just momentarily  ,    she dissolves into the grasp of quietude .     ❝     don’t you get tired of faking it  ?    ❞

[  ❀ ]     starter call , @scrtilegii

[itsiceicebabyyo]

robin tag

﹙robin | scrtilegii﹚ ♥ | ― my love / be my equal & selfishly wish for salvation in my arms; lull me to sleep with poison or love. ❞

﹙robin | scrtilegii﹚ ♥ | ― my love / be my equal & seek salvation in apostle's kiss; lull me to sleep with poison or love. ❞

[astrxlfinale]

' this utopia... it is a beautiful thing. but, something rotten lurks underneath it, something that taints my voice and my song. I am afraid we have given ourselves to creating a terrible falsehood, or we have been too blind to the reality of it. ' as if to reassure herself, the songbird reaches for his hand, the hand of her guiding star. ' in the world created by you and I, however, I have felt most safe and happy. the most safe and happy I have been in a long time. I will forever cherish that. '

He finds himself drawn to her words in the land they frequent. Where nebulous stirs of Memoria drift, where the building blocks of imagination, the idle thoughts of reality lay in wreck and a more-- visible ruin. His journey through the Land of Dreams has left him with a lot learned, and many more questions made manifest.

"Utopia huh?" His voice echoed, once upon a time, truly believing it was the same for a moment. It was a simplistic form of bliss, ignorant to the suffering that paved the path as a price.

Caelus could easily admit how so many details of Penacony pissed him off.

For that anger was inevitable, it was a call to the suffering witnessed and the countless good souls that were being devoured for what they could create, left as husks once used. It allowed a platform for even the most terrible apparitions of nightmares; opposition of a living heart to claim and devour in ways never before seen.

It truly was Hell within this supposed Heaven.

Once her hand would bridge that distance between them, allowing for the warmth of her form, the warmth of her heart to draw a physical anchor of the bond they forged, there was no hesitation. Caelus's hand would squeeze down in a measure of careful consideration, but a foundation, firm warmth, the wondrous simplicity of acceptable for who Robin is.

This is what he turns to fully see, how the nightly glow of this realm's decomposing mass found itself-- An oddly beautiful frame.

Perfect to truly drink in the weight of her words.

"Our humble beginnings." He adds in, faintly stressing the significance of such a thought. Despite the time shared being short, kept underneath the veils of secrecy, leading them to be the rebel forces that proudly drive their advance under merciless eyes of The Family, of insidious forces, something beautiful was made. For the Starwalker who was also no stranger to new beginnings, in a way, he felt a sense of companionship.

It compels for his thumb to draw along the back of her gloved hand, smoothing over fabric and form as his fingers re-affirm their grip. The golden stir of his eyes locked upon her features, holding no other wise then to commit this view of Robin to memory.

"With those, usually comes countless good damn days ahead of us. How about we make it a promise? That we'll personally shatter this force of everyone becoming their own worst enemy. Guess in many ways, we can consider you--" No, she'd always want these instances of them shared. "Ah, consider us some much needed hope. My heart was no damn stranger in needing some leveling either, and y'know, you brought that to me."

"You've really helped me remember what's important."

@scrtilegii

[nihilaraarchived]

　— 　 WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓

It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered.

The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman.

There is no you anymore. Goodbye.

tagged by: @deathsmaidens tagging: @sosordid ( lloyd & daejeon ) , @paramythas ( vali & io ) , @mesmeraze , @girlfox , @efloresce , @longerhuman , @halothes / @artisaen , @scrtilegii ( robin ) , @waelahst , @knghted , @fateswallow ( EVE ) and YOU !! take this and tag me.

[abyssah]

what type of love are you according to the ancient greeks ?

𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐔𝐒 ( playful love )

there was no provided description in the quiz, which is fine.

but in greek myth, ludus is often paired with eros and associated with puppy love, ludus is the playful affection that you feel during the early stages of a relationship. you laugh, you tease, you flirt. it is also associated with playful, noncommittal love, and covers things like flirting, seduction, and casual sex.

tagged: @minban ( ty ty very much ) tagging: @knghted , @dvouer , @scrtilegii ( robin ) , @halothes , @waelahst

[gemkun]

@scrtilegii said : ' you and I are not children, my dear Doctor, ' songstress speaks, the delicate facade no longer donned before him. she is, after all, a performer, truth known to the both of them. hence the need for pretense is no longer there. ' help me achieve my ultimate wish of creating a dream unchained. in return, I shall help you achieve your own goals. a fair deal, would you not agree? ' ( you know who Gem just fuel my insanity mwah mwah I blow you kiss 😘 )

      ⸻       a   deal   of   this   magnitude   ,   is   a   bedevilling   arrangement   ,   leashing   the   tempted   to   only   one   choice   —   to   agree.   but   veritas   is   not   like   the   typical   target   ,   impressionable   to   all   degrees   ,   and   he   certainly   can   ward   the   seraphim   ,   with   his   barricade   enabling   him   liberation   from   susceptibility.   however   ,   these   claws   ,   sought   to   hook   their   victim   ,   are   a   superfluous   element   to   their   negotiation.

  ❝   miss   robin   ,   you   understand   what   you   are   asking   of   me.   ❞   crystalline   stare   designates   itself   to   the   halovian   ,   bedazzled   still   ,   sans   the   perfected   disposition   known   to   her   audience.   a   scale   of   cosmic   level   ,   spanning   countless   galaxies.   within   this   grandeur   ,   a   starlet   as   renowned   as   her   ,   was   destined   with   immense   desire   ,   but   to   act   on   it   ,   was   an   entirely   separate   affair.

  here   ,   without   the   rabble   ,   they   are   at   last   their   authentic   selves.   and   oh   ,   he   hadn’t   envisioned   this.   not   in   his   wildest   dreams   (   ahem   ).   ❝   an   ordeal   with   as   grand   of   a   scheme   as   the   one   you   intend   on   orchestrating   ,   will   come   with   merciless   consequences   ,   should   you   miss   the   mark   and   falter   from   that   sliver   of   success   you   yearn   for.   ❞   propping   outstretched   arm   ,   he   extends   his   circumspection   ,   encouraging   his   words   to   be   heeded.   though   ,   the   manner   in   which   her   eyes   glisten   ,   reduces   his   concern   to   an   afterthought.

  ah   ,   yes.

  at   the   onset   of   their   conclave   ,   there   was   no   room   for   failure   to   begin   with.

  she   radiates   with   ambition   —   he   can   sense   it   ,   despite   mankind’s   faculties.   this   determination   ,   emanating   with   an   unstoppable   force   ,   is   unlike   those   he   scorns.   in   that   the   security   of   her   promise   is   as   unyielding   as   stone.   a   worthwhile   investment   ,   as   the   notorious   ipc   would   comment.   ❝   but   that   is   where   i   come   in.   ❞   he   concedes   ,   as   if   to   step   into   her   envisioning   ,   tucked   behind   the   wreath   of   wings.   ❝   as   an   outsider   ,   this   would   be   the   optimal   choice   ,   for   the   intricacies   of   penacony   are   known   to   very   few   ,   let   alone   a   visitor.   yet   ,   you   would   subject   even   your   brother   to   this   cruel   twist.   ❞   the   complexity   of   it   all   ,   is   enough   to   plunge   the   mundanite   into   rumination   ,   sunk   into   the   fibres   of   what   the   angel   would   stitch   together.   weaving   her   magnum   opus.   ❝   all   for   the   greater   good   ,   as   you   claim.   ❞

  the   sheer   enormity   of   her   plan   sits   in   the   palm   of   his   hand   ,   as   if   he   might   determine   the   weight   with   a   single   flex   of   his   joint.   left   to   crumble   ,   should   he   tilt   it   sideways   —   rejecting   the   notion   and   sentencing   the   angel   to   live   out   her   days   in   her   gilded   cage.

  ❝   prove   to   me   this   is   an   objective   act   rather   than   one   founded   on   inordinate   desperation.   only   then   ,   shall   i   offer   you   my   willing   hand.   ❞

[shrineofprophecy]

[ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward ( for your Robin & Sparkle needs )

@scrtilegii / different ways to kiss / accepting

Sparkle had loved dancing for as long as she remembered. The way her body moved to the beat of the music, the moments of joy and the closeness of her partner. It made her forget about everything else, brought peace to her chaotic mind when her eyes were kept on the pretty lady in front of her.

She let the other lead, giving her the chance to be in control for once as the Fool followed along her footsteps. Whether she was the one who guided or fulfilled the role of a follower, she'd happily play along.

When the climax of the song was reached, Sparkle found her back aimed at the floor and her eyes looking up to the ceiling. Light panting could be heard, her chest moving up and down before they both found each other's lips pressed against one another. The hand that rested on Robin's shoulder moved up and wrapped around her neck to pull her in for a deeper kiss before they eventually parted.

"I knew there was something different about you today." Smirking, Sparkle stood up straight again, not quite removing herself from the other woman yet. "Did you miss the loving touch of someone enough that you would seek it from a Fool like me?"

[lunaetis]

@scrtilegii asked :

' your hair is so beautiful! ' cosmically beloved singer sighs softly, ' it reminds me of the glimmer of the stars! do you mind if I play with it? ' ( yes this is me attacking your racoon lady with a singer lady )

unprompted. || always accepting

​─「エデン」─  the COMPLIMENT given by the halovian caught her completely off-guard. the trailblazer didn't realize she was pausing on the spot not because she had never been complimented before, but because the subject of such a praise was never about her appearance, especially her hair of all things. the ash-brown strands were unruly, they scattered and whipped with the wind WILDLY in a way that eden would never thought it deserved any attention.

                let alone from someone with stunningly beautiful hair like robin. the silky strands which looked absolutely smooth to the touch. they were utterly bewitching that she felt undeserving to ever let her CALLOUSED gloved digits ever make contact to them.

                " compared to yours, my lady, i hardly think it deserves such a praise, but i'm flattered. " glimmer of the stars was her eyes, her movement, her VOICE, everything about her. the STELLARON VESSEL now understood why people were so enchanted by her. not only her beauty, but the kindness and the soothing effect she had upon people just having her near.

                eden took a small step back, just enough for her to lower her head down in a bow-like motion, a hand on her chest in a manner almost resembling a KNIGHT taking a bow in front of the princess they were supposed to protect. aureate orbs lifted to meet her gaze through the ashen locks. a wardog awaiting the lady's pet.

                " for you, anytime. " it'd be my honor to be blessed with your touch.

[zorkaya-moved]

other's hand laid on seraphic-kissed woman's lap, a hand so caring finds the crown of silver one's head, tenderly cradled in the mockingbird's palm. cast aside your worldly burden! my voice shall grant you peace! my voice shall grant you heaven! it needs not be spoken, for it may be surely understood. she seeks only to shield hearts from the terrible collision with truths unbearable! one heart. oh, one heart does suffice!

seraphim tenderly hums. cast aside your worldly burden! her intent beckons. it is an invitation to delve into an abandon, for sure. to let go is to abandon oneself to the possibility of drifting away, in manner not much departed from a figure dancing upon ice, or a figure carried away by the currents of a river. my voice shall grant you peace... if you trust it to do so!

@scrtilegii

When you know death, you will cherish life. When you know lies, you will cherish truth. When you know screams, you will cherish silence. When you know apathy, you will cherish any semblance of emotion.

As the seraphim sings, the eyes of the apostle close to enjoy the solitude of this moment. The voice of heavens sings, but it plunges all others screams and hardships into the oblivion. This is the song of horrors and fantasies, this is the power of the voice that Robin possess and Zarina Sokolova allowed to partake in. The blessing of Origin will keep her safe from harm, but it cannot heal the life of voices within her mind. This beauty causes her to rest within the embrace of the galaxy's beloved, her tender touch silencing the demons with just one word. How horrifying, how terrifying her power is. There is no army that can withstand this voice, no mortal can deny her beauty and her gentleness. And these hands, oh, they can reach out for her neck and squeeze it.

Perhaps, she'd let her.

Someday, when the mission comes to an end, she'd let this beauty's fingers wrap themselves around her slim neck and leave marks on the Emanator's skin. Apostle, Emanator, all is the same just named differently. The Origin smiles before beautiful lives, and Robin's existence is both beautiful and tragic. Elysia would love this woman and would embrace her burdens, if only she'd allow to witness Origin. It makes Zarina wonder, hearing the heavenly voice, if Robin would wish to witness the Aeon of Origin. Someday. They'd look heavenly together, dancing and singing as petals from Land of Origin would dance around them.

Peace comes when her voice fills the cracks, entering her mind just deep enough to make the horrible headache suffice. It's gentle, it's tender, and it's terrifying. However, the Apostle knows no fear before an Angel. She let her guard down to taste peace in the moment of endless suffering, to know that dead cannot reach her ears for just a moment when Robin's song rings through the hardships. How beautiful it is, this gentleness and kindness. How horrifying it is, this power and this control. But Zarina persists, lying on the other's lap and enjoying the touch, enjoying the meaning, enjoying this moment of [silence] within her head. The voices of pain do not scream, the voices of another mind do not interrupt, the voices of the Herrscher no longer persists.

It makes her smile, but a smile at the understanding that this heavenly song killed the voices inside her head. It saved by killing, by erasing, by oppressing. And the Apostle of Origin finds it beautiful. She finds it glorious as golden eyes hide behind her eyelids, lips curled into a small and peaceful smile. Finally, there is peace in her head for a moment while the melody echoes.

Oh, protect me, beloved angel. Sing to me and let me be selfish to hear your voice. Grant me salvation that my God (Aeon) cannot, if only until my heart finally rests.

"Lay me to rest when the time comes," she speaks, eyes opening as she reaches up to let her fingertips touch the cheek of an angel. Her eyes of ichor shine, the one who beholds an icy lily will be glad to hear her song before her destined path ends. "Allow me to embrace you how no one else ever did."

As the apostle is sent on a mission, the angel will witness.

[ephemyrals]

「 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 」

# 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 .     ━━          a private writing blog featuring muses from multiple fandoms including genshin , hsr   &.    bsd as written by mona  (       25+ years  ,   she / her     )    .    please check the rules before interaction , you can find them below the read more  .    heavy    &.    dark themes will be present on this blog  ,     follow at your own discretion  .

❛❛  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  .    stories tell about love  ;    about its mythical properties  ,    the way it changes people  .    connections are what makes time on earth worthwhile  ,    is what they say    ━━      more than bustling chatter carries in the background  ,    gazes lingering from afar  .    more than a brush one another  ,    a gentle caress   (       ephemeral     )    ,    fading alike dust in boreal breeze  .    maybe  .  .  .    it is more  .    but why come to care  ,    𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  ,    right from underneath the tips of your finger  ?        ❜❜ 

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𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

aventurine , robin , tingyun / fugue , stelle , kafka (hsr)

vanitas (vnc)

lavi bookman jr. (dgm)

cheng xiaoshi (lc)

shalom , hamel , rahu (ptn)

blogroll : @fiyres (khr) , @autymns (bsd) , @elisyans (jjk) , @sciamachys (genshin)

[gemkun]

@scrtilegii said : ❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜ ( Robin for Veritas ) ↬ &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

      ⸻       amidst   the   bustle   of   penacony   ,   there   are   moments   or   rare   serenity.   when   the   two   can   depart   from   reality   ,   despite   being   folded   into   a   world   of   dreams.   this   illusory   paradise   ,   like   all   grandiose   schemes   ,   still   has   its   flaws.   and   escape   ,   is   sought   for   in   times   of   peril.   fortunately   ,   the   likes   of   which   can   be   sourced   in   the   eye   of   the   storm.

  achieved   ,   they   now   indulge   in   solace   ,   away   from   her   bodyguards   and   his   constant   surveillance.   by   the   ipc   or   other   parties   alike.   the   scholar   cocks   his   head   ,   sparing   the   star   a   single   glance   ,   before   he   deposits   a   part   of   his   ensemble.   where   it   settles   over   her   ,   engulfing   a   delicate   frame   in   a   broad   garment.   ❝   you’re   less   conspicuous   this   way.   ❞   there   is   a   certain   obligation   ,   he   senses   ,   as   they   stride   once   the   coast   is   clear   —   and   an   arm   weaves   ,   wresting   the   seraphim   close   to   his   person.

  her   words   ,   perhaps   pluck   at   a   heartstring   ,   and   the   warmth   that   fills   him   is   no   more   than   a   brief   interval.   though   ,   he   squeezes   the   jewel   of   penacony   ,   as   if   to   convey   his   acknowledgement.   before   ,   at   last   ,   they   emerge.

  away   from   the   rabble   ,   to   sift   among   the   common   folk   who   pay   no   attention   to   anything   other   than   their   own   dilemmas.

  with   their   newly   acquired   peace   ,   his   grasp   flees   ,   but   he   does   not   shrug   his   wares   from   her.   the   sight   is   rather   .   .   .   endearing   as   vision   lands   on   the   visage   before   him   ,   processing   a   precious   memory   ,   indeed   ,   of   robin   in   his   overbearing   coat   stitched   from   midnight.

  it   elicits   the   faintest   of   chuckles.

  ❝   well   ,   isn’t   this   a   spectacle   to   behold.   ❞   but   it   is   fleeting   ,   just   like   dreams.   ❝   come   ,   we   have   further   to   go   before   we   are   truly   in   the   clear.   ❞

[gemkun]

@luminaei said : ✔ for any and all muses you fancy across all my blogs hehe so that I don't end up spamming your dash ↬ a quick and easy plotting guide

ROBIN

My muse(s): dr. ratio

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

consider modern au ... with that idol life ...

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

we've already basically established their dynamic but i am looking right at 2.1 and demanding content

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

with robin's abilities but the relationship we're going for , there's always the possibility of her utilising her powers but i think she'd only do it as a last resort with veritas

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

you've already done all these hehe but i will always accept anything you send !

ARIEL & MYA

My muse(s): dazai

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

anything we can possibly think of i will dip my toes into the sea

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

for both mya & ariel , there's a lot of avenues we can explore because this man is awful and can't make up his mind , but also the context could dictate the way relationships lean and other externalities we can always deliberate over

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[gemkun]

@scrtilegii said : ' there is only so much I can explore of the universe, ' spoken with a tint of sorrow, of yearning to be heard, ' wherever I go, my fame follows me. it is a relief to me to speak to someone who will not hound me for a picture. ' ( okay but what if Robin and Mr. Ratio and she'd actually be that sort of girl who lets him ramble about whatever he likes, even if she doesn't 100% understand it? she aches to be treated as a person instead of an idol. now, yes, her song/act? sussy. very much so. but alas what does a girl have to do to earn something genuine? )

      ⸻       although   fame   is   a   pedestal   many   dream   to   achieve   ,   there   are   follies   that   come   with   even   the   greatest   of   accolades.   the   burden   that   arrives   with   rising   to   prominence   ,   is   often   overshadowed   with   the   glamour   and   riches   ,   blurring   the   hardships   when   it   comes   to   being   treated   as   a   commodity.   after   all   ,   as   an   idol   ,   you   are   your   own   product.

  marketable.   objectified.   dehumanised.

  he   nods   ,   with   a   certain   level   of   relatability.   though   none   that   compares   to   the   affected   halovian.   ❝   i   imagine   the   toll   on   you   must   be   unbearably   overwhelming   at   times.   ❞   the   optimal   solution   here   ,   is   to   direct   their   conversation   elsewhere.   for   the   sole   benefit   of   avoiding   dreading   on   the   situation.   ascertaining   points   for   aversion   ,   their   heart   —   to   —   heart   continues.   ❝   you’ve   travelled   all   this   time   and   yet   ,   it   has   all   been   for   the   sake   of   business   rather   than   pleasure.   ❞   he   asserts   ,   rather   than   inquires.

  carving   the   tome   held   in   hand   ,   fingers   creep   along   the   spine   ,   in   preparation   to   unveil   insights   into   the   worlds   beyond   the   flash   of   a   camera   and   the   delivered   smiles   to   clamouring   fans.   the   various   star   systems   and   planets   ,   veritas   had   recorded   during   his   visitations   without   the   interruption   of   duty   and   service.   ❝   was   there   anywhere   ,   regardless   of   your   attendance   to   perform   ,   that   piqued   your   interest   ?   ❞