#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin
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@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. ❞
#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ scrtilegii#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin#this dynamic im falling for them blu#what have you done to me smh#im still working on his voice because veritas is not soft usually or at all#unless its aven but you didnt hear that from me#its not like him to make passing comments but in robins presence hes okay with making simple observations and allowing her to process thing#cause shes exploring and he doesnt want to ruin that for her unlike the rest of the world with their burdening perceptions on her
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@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.
#scrtilegii#.[ eden | trailblazer ]#[ eden immediately @ robin : pretty lady pls pet me#ME ROLLING MY EYES AT HER#DISTRUSTFUL TOWARDS STRANGER MY BUTT EDEN ... WHAT IS THIS ??? ]
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' 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.
#wrote this while listening to eleven event's soundtrack ngl#what a vibe#LAOS I AM SO INSANE ABOUT THEM ACTUALLY#I AM INSANE ABOUT ANGEL/APOSTLE THEMES HERE GODS I AM SO NOT OK#I AM INSANE ABOUT THEM BLU OUR WOMEN BE WINNING WITH EACH OTHER#scrtilegii#❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun,i breathe by the moon.#﹙robin | scrtilegii﹚ ♥ | ― my love / be my equal & seek salvation in apostle's kiss; lull me to sleep with poison or love. ❞
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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
#scrtilegii#(( so i wrote this with robin in mind but if you prefer someone else i can change the person she adressed it to ))#* ˚⋆* 「 𝐤𝐚𝐟𝐤𝐚 . 」 / ❛ that breathing sensation? remember it .
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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. ❞
#﹙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 & yearn 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. ❞
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' 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
#scrtilegii#| Shuttle Mail#Okay but finding the root of new beginnings with their companionship?#Drawing that bravery and that need to cast ruin on in the most danger ends#Being the devourers of that danger?#You love to see it
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— 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.
#𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓; 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆. / about#oh this is......................... wow#very fitting#tags 57398467 people#i love ur muses
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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
#𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓; 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄. / headcanon#hmmmm hmmm hmm... hmmmmmm#there are reasons this is fitting that i will...#dive into one day
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@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. ❞
#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ scrtilegii#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin#this took me so long im so sorry#i was trying to work out his speech and it escaped me for ages and this is what i settled on#yeah hes not just gonna submit unfortunately he needs that proof to go yeah alright this is viable#feasibility is crucial to a researcher after all#okay but i can already sense the tension and ough
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[ 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?"
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@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.
#scrtilegii#.answered#.[ eden | trailblazer ]#[ MISS ROBIN THE LADY THAT YOU ARE#EDEN IS IMMEDIATELY TAMED WOLF MODE WITH HER#I DUNNO WHY BUT SHE HAS THAT EFFECT ON HER !!#i mean if anything eden feels like that compliment is more suitable for robin than herself#eSP WITH HER UNRULY HAIR#ROBIN IS THE BRIGHTEST STAR OKAY EDEN WILL NOT BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE ]
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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.
#goes insane over apostle and angel aesthetics#goes insane about control and peace themes#goes insane about beauty and horror of heavenly songs#goes insane about robin and zarina because idk they've been on my mind for eternity#scrtilegii#❄ ― IN CHARACTER. ╱ you breathe by the sun,i breathe by the moon.#blu i think they should kiss tbqh
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「 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 ? ❜❜
[ ❀ ] closely intertwined with : @gemkun , @starspurn , @seraphynm , @scrtilegii / @furiaei
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i . i am highly selective , mutuals only . i might not always follow back , for whatever the reason may be . basic roleplay etiquettes apply . please do not involve my in ( dash ) drama , writing is a hobby for me &. i am just here to have fun . my activity is sporadic , sometimes replies might take longer depending on how busy life is . you can nudge me if you think i have forgotten or when you are thrilled to continue our thread quickly . this helps me with direction , please be kind about it . i do not reply to my threads in order received ; i generally reply faster for characters i have muse for &. to my mains .
ii . i do not often post starter calls , since i prefer plotted threads . feel free to shoot me a message , either on tumblr ims or discord . you can also turn a meme reply into a thread if you wish to ( it is even encouraged ) , please do so in a new post &. do not forget to tag me .
iii . reblog memes , art &. poetry from their source , unless i have tagged you in it . don’t reblog threads you are not involved with . it helps me keep track of what i have got coming in .
iv . i love writing ships , which includes any sort : romantic , familial , enemies etc . of course it is chemistry - based , but feel free to just barge into my ims &. say you want to ship ( within appropriate age range ) . pro - shippers dni .
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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)
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@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. ❞
#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ scrtilegii#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin#robin really tugged him into being partners in crime#im here for it#dont mind him running around in his professional fit#okay but i personally love his lab getup
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@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!
#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ luminaei#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin#* ✦ luminaei | ariel#* ✦ furiaei | mya#i need to poke your braincell more and maybe play ptn#its still on my ipad i am just yet to open it and properly engage in the story#i am itching to dig into these dynamics though just so you know#and im so excited you're reading bsd i can't wait to see what you think when you eventually reach to the latest chapter
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@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 ? ❞
#* ✦ 𝐈𝐈. ❮ asks ❯ ⸻ ❝#* ✦ 𝐕𝐈. ❮ muses ❯ ⸻ ❝ 「 veritas ratio 」#* ✦ scrtilegii#* ✦ scrtilegii | robin#i had to revise my first reply oopsies#okay but robin would absolutely benefit from having someone to just talk normally to#especially cause ratio is technically a celebrity so he understands the burdensome nature that comes with stardom#im kinda loving them ngl
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