#the unconquerable (HSR!AU)

[chronicparagon]

[ Everyone, this is the art! I commissioned a piece from @s-talking for Harmony’s HSR!AU.

They did an extraordinary job! The outfit, her updated cybernetics, all of it designed by Envy-mun! They went above my expectations and I am so happy with how this turned out!

This will be in Harmony’s HSR!AU info post. I just want to dedicate a separate post to this because my friend’s work deserves the spotlight!]

[chronicparagon]

[ Special thanks to @s-talking for animating this lovely piece of Harmony in her HSR!AU! This is absolutely wonderful in every way! My friend is awesome!]

[chronicparagon]

@bird-that-cannot-fly

Continued from here: Link

No answer.

Though judging by the blood and exhaustion, she doesn't blame him for not speaking. Harmony knows what she must do.

"Sir, if you can hear me, don't panic. I'm going to get you out of here. I just need to stabilize you." Though Harmony is no doctor, she recalls some skills in first aid while on the field. It's hard to say how and why.

Perhaps it's related to her part before...Well, it's best not to let the dark days cloud the mind.

"Just breathe...Focus on breathing." Harmony sets Sunday on the ground beside her, freeing her hands to fish out the appropriate contents from her bag before working on the most severe wounds. Slender hands work quickly in patching the wounds to ensure he won't lose as much blood.

If only her phone would work here! She can't even call emergency services or Harmony would have already done it. Then again, would they be willing to go into such a dangerous location with enemies lurking near and far? The encounters are far from pleasant but so far, Harmony has bested them during these ventures.

No matter, I think I got him patched up. Now, I got to get him to a doctor.

"Keep breathing. I'm going to get you to help. This...Well, this might not be comfortable." But it's certainly better than leaving him to his own devices. Sealing her bag, Harmony carefully scoops Sunday into her arms. One hand under his upper back, the other behind his knees. Though she is smaller than him, the young woman rises to her feet, lifting Sunday with ease.

"Hang on!" Her final warning before she sprints towards safety, carrying him. She charges onward, not stopping. Not even once! Most people may suffer from fatigue at this rate but she presses on.

Hold on... Just hold on, I'm almost there!

[chronicparagon]

@bird-that-cannot-fly

Continued from here: Link

"No, I suppose you wouldn't remember. It's-well, it's been a long time." She answers with a small, nervous laugh. She assumes that is the case. The first meeting was far from cordial. It was a nightmare, really so she can't blame him if he didn't even want to remember.

What Harmony thought was a good deed ended up being a criminal offense. She has no association with the Stellaron Hunters, but it didn't matter in the end.

Sunday got away, and she had a part in it.

"R-right! You're Sunday, yes? I didn't know your name when we first met. We couldn't because of the circumstances, but your sister-she told me about you!" Harmony hopes that would jog his memory. But her excitement fades from her face as she recalls the events after the rescues. It's now that she notices the change in clothing and his expression. Then again, the last time she saw Sunday was when he was in a grave condition.

Something doesn't seem right here, Harmony thought, I need to figure that out. But would he tell me?

She hoped he would or this mission could be difficult.

"Listen, do you have a moment? You may have some questions. I'll do my best to answer."

[chronicparagon]

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"Honestly? I heard a mix. Some good and some bad..." She recalls the remaining posters scattered throughout Belabog. Most had crude portraits of him and the other two Trailblazers along with outlandish accusations. There were more posted far before Harmony crashed into the wilderness of Jarilo-VI. That time of uncertainty and friction came and went.

Though there were rumors still floating in the air, that didn't sway Harmony from finding the Astral Express and ask to join. It was the best course of action in her mind when there she had nowhere else to go. Not after everything.

"But I usually take the bad with a grain of salt." It wouldn't have been fair if she made assumptions based on such rumors. Besides, the accusations left behind on weathered posters seem out there. They were a stark comparison to the praise she heard in Belabog and Boulder Town. Harmony heard the tales of the divisions reuniting thanks to Caelus and the others' actions. Still, there are questions that never left her mind about that and the other stories she heard before finding her way here.

Her silvery gaze lowers to his hand while speaking once more. It's a chance to get to know the real Caelus, not what was portrayed by others. Her sight returned to meet his own.

Yeah." Harmony answers with a small nod. Her hand reaches out and takes hold of his own. Fingers wrap around, giving Caelus a firm shake. The grip is strong but she minds her strength to not cause pain. "That's my hope too. At least, I'll try my best."

@travelthetrailblaze

Caelus tilted his head as he looked at her for a moment and then nodded his head. He can get it. Sometimes when you're in a place like this, your mind will wander and you can't help but go into a dream-like nap mode.

Maybe we all tend to do so...

He listened to her words with a patient smile, and even looked sheepish at the mention of his so-called reputation.

"Ah, is that so? I...don't think it's the good things you've heard, huh?" He tried to joke, rubbing the side of his neck and coughed, his golden topaz colored eyes looking away for a moment.

...Right, he supposed that Miss Harmony would've heard about him. His face along with Dan Heng, March 7th and even Sampo of all people being plastered in some of the places they've visited...it would be a surprise if no one ever recognized him at all. But he wished to actually talk to the other and maybe give a chance to have a better impression towards her.

"Well, at least you can get to know the real me rather than what you've heard. And hope we can work together well," He said, offering his fingerless gloved hand with a crooked weak smile, as if giving an opening to establish a camaraderie.

[chronicparagon]

The Unconquerable: Honkai Star Rail!AU

Note: This verse is currently a draft meant to provide basic information. This draft combines the basic profile format and the backstory giving insight into Harmony's background. This verse is subject to change with the support of interactions and further research into canon events.

Abilities may be adjusted after further research.

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Summary and Notes

Name: Harmony Halcyon

Alias: H-101 Omega (Former name by ARES), Nita Isskunosi (Little Bear) (Former name from her home planet)

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Path: Harmony

Rarity: ✦✦✦✦✦

Species: Cyborg (formerly human)

World of residence: Unknown (born in a distant planet)

Faction: Formerly to be a soldier before ARES captured her for their experiments.She was held by ARES until her escape and became a Trailblazer and guard.

Note: Alternative affiliation is available upon request, such as being a vigilante, personal bodyguard, etc.

Element: Physical

Path: Harmony

Abilities

Harmony is a cyborg armed with plasma rays converted from light energy she absorbs through the artificial lotus blossoms embedded in the shoulders and arm joints. Her arms store miniature factories with her palms being plasma guns. They appear as circular purple lights embedded in her palms.  Her arms also have the capability of releasing plasma energy as vines. The arms are adorned with metallic vines with thorns and purple blossoms over her shoulder blades and joints. The entirety of her upper back is metal, serving as a cover for her secondary life support system that increases Harmony’s endurance and strength.

Some of her organs, such as her heart and lungs have implants to improve combat performance.

Some of her bones, such as her spine and ribs are reinforced for combat as well.

Although she doesn’t remember her past, Harmony’s knowledge of the military, combat, and field medicine indicate that she may be a soldier or guard. Her fate as an experiment for military research also suggests what her history is.

Note: Stats involving attacks are subject to change. Technique will be added soon.

Basic attack:  Plasma Ray – Attacks a single opponent with a plasma gun built into the palm of her hands.  

Skill:  Violet Vines (bounce) – Releases vibrant, purple thorny vines composed of plasma from her left palm. These vines inflict physical damage to multiple enemies and immobilize them for two turns.

Ultimate: Unconquerable Spirit - Increases all allies’ attacks and increases their critical damage for two turns.

Talent: Breaking free – After using her basic attack, Harmony’s next action will move forward by 15-35%.

Other Abilities: Harmony received the ability to communicate with wubaboos after saving one from capture when she was held prisoner by ARES.

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Appearance:

Art made by @s-talking

Text of appearance is from her profile page: Her long hair is dark brown, almost black with some dark red highlights. It casts a reddish shine in the light. Harmony stands about 5 foot 4 inches (162.5 cm) and is toned because of working out with a pear-shaped figure. Her weight fluctuates between 135-140 pounds (61.2- 63.5 kg) as a human, but as a cyborg, it increases to 185-190 pounds (83.9-86.2 kg). Her complexion is tan which is darker than most people in this verse. Her skin tone, hair color, and eye color are more typical among the people of her home planet. However, not much is known whether there are others like her anymore.

However, both arms and shoulders are mechanical with her entire back being metallic. These parts are dark gray with a large engraving of a stylized eagle. The engraving was made after she began to get on her feet after her escape, wanting a symbol of her new freedom. She also has a small tattoo on her left wrist, which says her former name: “H-101 Ω”

Harmony has three piercings. One on each earlobe and she has a piercing on her tongue.

Harmony’s body has various scars on her body, ranging from thin, clean incisions from live dissections, the nasty scars and burns from the “so-called” tests where she fought to the death against monsters, even forced to end the lives of prisoners corrupted by ARES' other experiments. She has mixed feelings about the scars. Harmony worries that she lost any beauty she had, but at the same time, they are signs that she is free. She fought against her captors and even against death itself.

 There is beauty in life and strength. Harmony used all her might for her right to protect and live, and despite all odds, she won.

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Personality: Harmony is a shy girl who can get excited occasionally. This can be off-putting to other people, especially if she just met them. It makes her come off as socially awkward. Most of the time, she’s more reserved, often in the background but she will warm up to others who mean no ill will.

She can trust others pretty quickly, which is both a good and bad thing. However, once she trusts someone, Harmony is sweet, even affectionate. Her most noticeable traits are her kindness, being polite, and quiet nature. She also has a nurturing side, who takes on the role as a mother figure to others in needs including children and creatures. However, she can be fierce, even a little scary if she needs to be. This was apparent in her trials in ARES’s captivity and in the challenges that followed in her duty as a Trailblazer and guard.

She’s incredibly stubborn, and sometimes this can do more harm than good. But it is that determination that also saved lives including her own. Harmony means well, but even after living she is dedicated, sticking to her tasks to the end. The last thing she wants to do is let anyone down.

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Backstory

(Note: I haven't yet completed the Jarilo-VI quest line in HSR. Some of the backstory may change once I learn more about the lore. ARES have been created for this AU and more information about them and specific characters as headcanons. ARES and notable characters associated with them will be available for plots.)

The stars shine bright in the eternal darkness that is the universe. They shimmer near and far from Harmony’s window with the colors of distant planets studding the heavens like jewels on sparkling velvet. Silver eyes watch the outside surroundings drift by outside her room. Metallic arms cross over her chest and red lips curve to a gentle smile.

I never get tired of this. I love seeing the stars whenever I get the chance. Harmony thought while looking on during this short time alone. It’s small pleasures like this that she never takes for granted. It’s far better than the bright red and rust splattered on the pit’s walls, a place where she thought of many battles for her life.  Where she is now is far better than the walls of her cold cell, or the blinding white lights over her.

She can never forget those memories. Strapped to the table with the light shielding the scientists’ features as they diligently got to work with sterling scalpels, drills, needles, and probes. Harmony never recalled ever being under any anesthesia during those experiments. The researchers at ARES never cared to offer their test subjects that.

Harmony’s smile fades as the past slowly and carefully creep up on her. Her head lowers to the floor before her.

“Ares.” She mutters under her breath. Not many people knew of them, but she would say they were lucky to never know.

ARES is an illusive organization dedicated to researching and developing weapons for military and warfare. They have vast connections to other organizations who seek their weaponry and technology. They worked alongside oppressive regimes across the universe. They also had dealings under the table with private military contractors who were willing to pay a high price for their weapons.

Hushed rumors stoked speculations that the IPC may have some involvement ARES's work or used their weapons designed for mass destruction.  Of course, there is no clear evidence of their relationship. Still, ARES are responsible for the devastation their weapons caused and they ignored ethics for the sake of progress.

One of their experiments is the creation of a super soldier, an ultimate killing machine. This led to their development of Project Ursa, which is the creation of a soldier of human and technology combined. A weapon that is as powerful as a grizzly bear hellbent on reaping lives of enemies.

That was where Harmony came in.

Harmony holds out her left arm and her left hand gingerly strokes over the small engraving on her metallic wrist. She can’t feel the depth of the engraving of the name ARES gave her.

H-101 Ω

She can’t feel the cold metal with her hands, or how smooth the metal is. It’s nothing but that strange sense of numbness from her shoulders down. Her back is no better with metal replacing flesh from the back of her neck to the center of her back.

 Funny…I…Can't remember ever feeling anything with my fingers...Come to think of it, I can't feel anything on my arms and back. But everywhere else is fine.

She vaguely recalls a time when she was not like this, but…It’s so blurry. All she knows is the ARES Space Station and the hell created within those walls.

“Shoot! Not again…” Harmony mutters under her breath with a shake of her head.

Eyes shut tight as she recalls her earliest memories being ones of fear, pain, and death.  But her life must have not been that way. She has her names, one being Harmony Halcyon, and the other is from an unknown language that she somehow knows. Though she remembers only some words, it was a sign that her life was not always shrouded in darkness.

She only has those few fragments from her past before ARES. She knows she’s Harmony Halcyon and there’s another name: Nita Isskunosi. It’s from a language she doesn’t recall the name of but knows some words. It exists somewhere!  Those names are what she held onto. They mean she’s a person, not H-101 Omega: The innovation of super soldiers.

The young woman opens her eyes, returning her attention to the heavens for one more moment. Just one more moment before duty calls.

 What I don’t get is how I got there to begin with. Harmony thought, I must have something to do with military or something like that. Was I a soldier before that? A peacekeeper?

A chiming sound draws her gaze to the phone resting on her nightstand. She turns away from the window for the nightstand, her mind wanders back to how she came here. That she remembers very well.

ARES gushed over their success in developing a living war machine but they wanted to do more. They had much more in store in her before her eventual deployment.

Be it on the table under the knife or on the battlefield, Harmony knew this could be fatal for her. Unfortunately for her, It didn’t matter to ARES since they lost many test subjects before.  As far as she knew, she was the remaining human subject who survived.

But Harmony had other plans for her fate. She wasn’t going to let them keep her here and use her for every twisted experiment. No. She refused to let those monsters rule her life! She can't let these people conquer her fate as they have done to her body, her mind, and her previous life.

She must take control of her life and it had to happen now!

It was that decision that changed her story and sparked chaos in the ARES Station.

Sirens went off, and red lights flashed in her sight as she ran down the corridor.  Sparks flew and armed med and women fell from the storm of plasma rays emitted from the gun embedded within her. Screams and cries of pain rang in her ears when other staff who came after her met the large, blue shield. She bulldozed obstacles while her plasma gun was charging, breaking into the station’s hanger.

Her target: The Crimson Falcon, was a space fighter jet developed by ARES. It was one of the ships in the organization’s prized fleet, which fell into the fugitive’s hands as she used credentials stolen from a fallen staff member on the way.

It worked! It was working, and she was free! She was so close to freedom at last!

Or so she thought.

ARES didn’t give up and pursued her. It took one missile to send the Crimson Falcon crashing. Her fears of recapture or death filled Harmony when she fell from the sky. The craft screeching with flames engulfing the ship. She didn’t have the chance to react before a crash reaches her ears. Darkness flooded her vision, surrounded by intense heat drilling into her as debris dug into her body. Those are all she knew until there was nothing.  

Harmony shudders and she shakes her head once more. It’s all she can do to rid herself of the past. Calm yourself, Harmony! Don’t get caught up in the past.  She needs to keep telling herself that. She reaches for her phone, turning on the screen to the notification. It's a reminder of the time, which is when she needs to be on patrol.

Yeah, I need to go. She thought, and the phone slid into her jacket's pocket as she made her way to her desk that stood across from her bed and nightstand. She picks up her Astral Express badge from the desk, pausing to look at it.

She can never express the entirety of her gratitude for the Astral Express. They didn't have to take her in, but she offered her services as security and assist in Trailblazing. Surely, her abilities can do good for others instead of destruction.

How she got here opened the door to a new journey in hopes of finding answers. That part of her story is still fresh on her mind with the many ups and downs leading to this.

Harmony came to learn about it during her recovery from her wounds at a clinic belonging to a doctor named Natasha in Jarilo-VI. Shat was where she crashed and it wasn't long until she was discovered and brought in. There she learned that she was safe and there was no one there to harm her.

That was the very first time in so long that she felt safe. That was the first time when the dam broke and emotions poured out. Maybe it is too much for the gentle doctor but she was patient, and understanding, never judging her patient who was through the wringer more than once.

That encounter was still embarrassing for Harmony who was used put on a brave face in the face of the people who put her through hell in the name of science.

Her time recovering in the clinic gave her time to put her thoughts together with questions buzzing in her mind. Though they followed her for so long, Harmony couldn't dwell on such questions when fighting for her life.

Nita Isskunosi, that means Little Bear. Why do I know that? Who was I?

My family? Who were they? Did I have one?

...Where is home?

How did I get to ARES?...What happened?

She had to know, but...How? Where should she start in finding answers to those questions.

She knew no one would have the answers, not even Natasha. But, Harmony was open with the kind woman about these questions and not knowing where to go from there. She had no one else to turn to other than the first friendly face.

That was where she learned about the Astral Express. It carried the Trailblazers, who saved Jarilo-VI from the effects of the Fragmentum. Perhaps they could help her find the answers to her past beyond her time with ARES. Though hesitant, Harmony knew that may be her first step.

She reached out to them, and the rest was history.

Her story starts from here and Harmony hopes that one day, she will learn about herself, where she came from, why she became an experiment, and hope to find people she will hold dear to her heart.

Right! I need to go! I need to for real.

Harmony attaches the badge to her jacket. Then, she makes her way to the door. She takes in a deep breath before finally leaving her room.

This is it. This is only the beginning.

[chronicparagon]

[ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms

Sunday to Harmony

@bird-that-cannot-fly

"Hm?"

A young woman stops in her tracks, her hands hidden in her pockets as her head tilts back. Something, well, someone caught her eye. Concern flashes in her silver eyes when a man not far from her sways. He too stopped walking, and he began to lose his stance. Dark brows rise at the sight. Harmony's heart quickens its pace to find someone in distress.

No...No! This doesn't look good! Harmony thought, and she suddenly broke into a run. Her hands slip out from her jacket's pockets. It is already apparent that Harmony is an outsider with her complexion and clothing, though there is much more to her than meets the eye. Her hands were a dark shade of sterling unlike her tan skin, and cold to the touch unlike what is expected of flesh and blood.

Though how she sticks out means nothing to her now, not when a life may be on the line!

"Sir! Sir!" Harmony calls as she dashes toward Sunday. It was then that he leaned forward, only to fall.

Arms stretch out, racing against the seconds ticking away before it is too late! Thankfully, she captured him before he landed on the ground. Had she waited for another brief second, he could have gotten hurt.

"Hey! Sir, are you okay?!" The woman asks once more while carefully laying him on his back. Her gaze looks him over frantically, noting any apparent sign of injury. So far, so good, but she will admit, Harmony doesn't recall seeing someone like Sunday. Small wings tucked beneath his mane of silver hair and a brilliant halo crowning his head. It's nothing like she's seen before. The newcomer is interested but she can ask questions later.

"Hello? Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

@bird-that-cannot-fly

[chronicparagon]

hush.

@remembranced

hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse .

Terror fills silver eyes when she caught the image of three daunting figures. They trek through empty halls, searching for the lone survivor. Their senses are on high alert for any movement or any sound of the survivor, determined to hunt her down and crush her soul.

That survivor is none other than Harmony. She jerks out of any of the rangers' sight in the nick of time. Her back presses tight against the metallic wall. One hand covers the large artificial blossom embedded in her shoulder blade. The flower is one of several along her mechanical arms and upper back. They absorbed surrounding energy, be it light or heat, to serve as her own ammunition.

The enemies are monstrous creatures are what she assumes is from the Antimatter Legion. At least, that's what she recalled from other captives she fought alongside until they met their grisly ends. The voidrangers were too strong for their lone opponent and damaged one of her larger sensors with a powerful strike. The pain was so great that Harmony couldn't keep up her offensive. She had no choice but to abandon the battle. Now, she's huddled up in an unknown location.

She shudders in fear and pain. Praying to every god that comes to mind that none of them can't smell the crimson blood streaming from her wounds and staining the once sterile floor. Her hand moves away from the broken sensor. Cybernetic arms wrap tight around her as her gaze drops to the ground, finding the red drops. Sparks fly from the flower's cracked center making her wince from the pain. A soft gasp and the ranger's steps stop. One ranger turns their head in Harmony's direction, watching before taking slow steps toward her temporary sanctuary. The other two noticed and trailed behind the third.

Closer and closer, the reaver slowly stalks their way with gleaming blades ready to strike. Muscles tense as she hears them coming toward her.

'No! No! What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!'

Deep breathing reaches her ears when they lurk behind her. They stand still, as though waiting for any sudden movement or a sound to strike.

'I don't wanna die! Gods, no! I don't-I don't want to! Not again, not again!'

Her heart races as tears brim her wide eyes. It's getting harder to breathe by the second, knowing her next breath could very well be her last. She can't stand the intense fear. She tilted her head back, wanting to run and scream, but something, or more like, someone made her silent.

What's this?

Someone else is here! At least, someone who doesn't seem hostile. He stares at her from down the hall where he was hidden further into the debris. His hand rises, pressing a finger to his lips. It's a silent warning to keep quiet. A hand claps over her mouth, suppressing any sound from her mouth. She remains still, scared that any movement, even an inch, could trigger the death blow.

Harmony has no idea who the stranger is. Tearful eyes stare at him, silently pleading for any help. Even if she was brave or perhaps foolish enough to try to outrun the enemies, the many wounds on her body caused her grave pain. She has nowhere else to run or hide. The damaged sensor made producing the plasma for her attacks difficult.

What would he do? She couldn't blame him if he decides against it. But even so...He's her only hope.

[chronicparagon]

"Hello there." Ruby greeted with a nod, deciding to hand the other a letter. "Letter for ya from miss Robin. She's a bit too busy with some monkey business-" Quite literally. "-to hand it to you herself. I offered to do it for her, seein' as I had some free time." Right, she should introduce herself too. "Name's Ruby, one of the Nameless."

@ancientforgcd

“Hm?” Harmony sits up right away when she hears the other woman speak. She turns in her seat in Ruby’s direction. “Oh! Hello! I’m sorry for not noticing you sooner. I guess I was a bit sidetracked.” The cyborg slips her phone back into her jacket’s pocket.

“Miss Robin?” Gray eyes light up and she accepts the letter. “Thank you! I appreciated you bringing it over. Is she okay?” She carefully opens the envelope to see the letter’s contents. However, she doesn’t read it right away. As much as she wants to see Robin’s message, it wouldn’t be fair to not address the messenger first.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ruby. My name is Harmony Halcyon!” Harmony holds out her free hand to Ruby, offering her to shake it. “Nameless, huh? I heard a bit about them but not much. Would you mind telling me more about them?”

[chronicparagon]

⊗ robin w harmony

@ancicntforged

Send me ⊗ for 3+ headcanons about your muse and mine.

Harmony has several names for Robin. Her starlight and angel are a couple of them, but there are also a few in her native language. Fochik means "star," and her Ihollo, which means "love." Robin is a light of Harmony's life since they became close. Her exquisite beauty, how her sweet voice carries songs to the other's soul. Even Robin's smile makes the world a little brighter in Harmony's eyes. When she's with Robin, she feels she is home.

(Note: Harmony's language is Chickasaw with the words holding the same meanings, like fochik for star and ihollo for love. Mun is enrolled Chickasaw.)

2. Harmony is fiercely protective of Robin. While the other can hold her own with little effort, Harmony will not hesitate to aid Robin. When protecting her loved ones, Harmony becomes an unstoppable force until she neutralizes all threats.

3. Even with how hectic things can be, Harmony will always make it a point to give Robin flowers after each of her performances. She longs to make Robin feel like she's on top of the world, being the top star in the other woman's heart. What better way to show the songstress her admiration than with the most gorgeous bouquet credits can buy?

[chronicparagon]

"A weird kind of robot, huh?" She shrugged, clearly unfazed by the sight. "I’ve seen stranger things lately… even folks with skin in every color from tan to green and blue, so no biggie there." She tilted her head, eyes gleaming mischievously. "But now I’m curious… if I dumped a bucket of water on you, would you short-circuit?"

@ancicntforged

Harmony tenses to the young woman's words. Harmony doesn't speak for a moment, lowering her head as she steals this brief pause to collect herself.

"Miss...I'm not a robot." Harmony answers in a low voice. "Please refrain from calling me that." Though some of her body from limbs to organs and bones are metal and wire, she still has flesh and blood. That term "robot" shouldn't make her feel this way. Perhaps she means no harm in that, though. It's easy to make that assumption. However, Sparkle continues, revealing she may be up to no good.

"No. I won't short-circuit. Despite my composition, I still need water to survive. I regularly shower...Things like that. But please don't dump water on me. I prefer not to be drenched.Not to be rude, but are you usually this brash in your introductions, Miss?"

[chronicparagon]

if they had a kid: robin x harmony

@ancicntforged

Name:  Sparrow (was also given the name "Foshi' which means Bird in Harmony home planet (it's actually Chickasaw for bird, but I want to give Harmony's race a different name for this verse))

Gender:  Female

General appearance: Sparrow takes traits from both her mothers. Though her complexion is a bit darker, However, it is lighter than Harmony's. She picked up Halovian traits like the wings behind her ears. Sparrow has long, white hair like Robin but has gray eyes like Harmony. Her golden halo looks like a shooting star darting around her head. Sparrow also inherited the beauty mark Robin has.

Personality:  Sparrow is a kind person with a lot of love in her heart. There are times when she gets a bit moody when things don't exactly go her way but is quick to adjust to changes despite the mild annoyance. Though she loves to sing for her loved ones, she's more nervous about performing in front of crowds. Like Harmony, Sparrow also has a stubborn streak and does not give up on helping others, even to her detriment.

Special Talents: Like Robin and Harmony, Sparrow has a lovely singing voice. Her songs

Who they like better: It's tough to say. She loves both her mothers equally.

Who they take after more: Probably Robin.

Personal headcanon:  Sparrow has a hard time performing before crowds. Her family never pushed her to do it. In fact, Robin and Harmony will support their daughter in whatever she wants to do. However, Sparrow wants to be an idol despite her anxiety. What helps her is seeing her parents with her, cheering her on as always. No matter what Sparrow does, her mothers are proud of her. That will never change.

Face Claim: [ I had a hard time finding a good maker that would have Halovian traits, so please pretend that she has the wings and halo]

[chronicparagon]

"Miss Harmony, if we were letters in a song, I’d place U and I together to create a perfect melody." (have some flirting from robin)

@ancicntforged

“Wha-“ Is all Harmony could say before a gasp cuts off her words. Robin’s words ignites warmth deep in the cyborg’s heart. Her tan skin glows ever so softly from the incoming blush.

“Miss Robin…Do you mean that?” She asks, but she knows the other woman is serious. It’s just hard to believe. Robin is beautiful, no, she’s gorgeous! Gorgeous, a gifted songstress loved by many across the galaxies. She can have anyone she wanted! Robin deserves only the best.

Since arriving to Penacony, Robin became that glimmer of light, a new reason to smile and look forward to their days spent together. Yet all this time, she believed Robin wouldn’t fall for her so she never pushed it.

But…What Robin said sends Harmony’s heart soaring. “I had no idea.” She whispers, “Miss Robin, I-“ Harmony couldn’t finish her words. Instead, mechanical hands gently takes the other woman’s hand. She brings Robin’s hand to her with great care. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[chronicparagon]

While Harmony was gently combing her hair, Septine was subconsciously wagging her big fluffy tail in front of the cyborg.

@fctedivided

Continuation of this ask: Link

Harmony stops her brushing when white fur meets her gaze. The fluffy tail waves before the cyborg, tempting her to brush it. Septine's silken hair lacks any knots or tangles, not that there were any, to begin with. The beauty sitting before her takes great care of herself and it shows.

Still, Harmony hesitates to act on tending the foxian's tail. She doesn't want to be offensive in any way, though the movement of her tail could be a silent gesture of granting permission. It's so tempting, but Harmony refrains from it. Her hand withdraws the brush from Septine's hair. She clears her throat before finally speaking.

"Excuse me, Miss Septine?" Harmony asks, "Would you be okay with me brushing your tail too? It's okay if you say no." It's best to be absolutely sure that she knows Septine's boundaries.

[chronicparagon]

🌸  to  offer  my  muse  a  flower. (robin for harmony)

@ancicntforged

Robin never ceased to surprise Harmony. Since their first meeting, the two women spent time together when Harmony learned more about this world of dreams. She takes in the sights while walking with the Halovian.

"You know, Penacony is unlike any place I've been to before. It's a beautiful place." Harmony pauses before a flower shop that stands among the many shops displaying their extravagant selection along the bright and lively street.

"Even the flowers are gorgeous." Red lips turn to a small smile as she takes in the array of flowers proudly displaying their vibrant hues. Her admiration of the delicate blossoms served as a distraction from watching Robin's actions. Then, she turns her head, finding Robin holding a flower, offering it to her.

"M-Miss Robin!" She gasps, "You didn't have to! A-are you sure it's okay?" Harmony holds out her hand before bringing the flower closer to her. Metallic hands cradle the flower, worried one wrong move could damage this gift.

Careful, now...

These hands are built to kill when she only wants to protect the fragility of life. If only she could feel the velvety petals and the lush leaves embracing the emerald stem. Yet, she can see it, noting the colors of those petals and the flower's sweet fragrance. But most of all, Harmony feels something. Not from texture but something deeper.

Robin, lovely on the inside and outside, gave her something. That gesture alone brings warmth deep into her heart. Warmth, joy, and emotions she always treasures. She will treasure that, just as she will treasure the flower itself. Her small smile grows when her gaze returns to Robin.

"This is beautiful. I-Thank you. Thank you so, so much. I'll be sure to take care of it. Thank you..." And Harmony means every word of that. She will protect this precious flower in her hands, and protect the beauty who gave it to her.

[chronicparagon]

؟ (to Septine)

@fctedivided

Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

It's been a quiet journey so far. The Astral Express darts through the heavens for the next destination: Xianzhou Luofu. It will be some time until then, the perfect opportunity to bond with the others.

Septine and Harmony seized that opportunity in Harmony's room. Music plays softly in a slow pace, putting listeners more at ease during this journey. Septine settled on the edge of Harmony's bed while the cyborg kneeled on the bed behind her. Hands made careful work on Septine's hair, stroking snow-white hair with the brush's bristles. She quietly admires the silken locks and avoids the other woman's fox-like ears. Harmony can't bear the thought of causing any harm to Septine.

She pauses her brushing for a moment, stealing a glance at the fluffy, white tail resting across the bed and by her side. A stray thought comes to her-

I wonder if she'll let me brush it too-No!

Harmony quickly dismisses such a thought. Her tan cheeks subtly glow from the blush fading in. I'm not going to ask. I can't! That might be rude. Is asking such a thing disrespectful? Damn it! I don't want to do that! Miss Septine deserves better than that!

Harmony returns to her work, brushing Septine's hair. "You know..." She starts, "You have very pretty hair."