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👑 ofc I do, Egg! Your ability to weave a compelling story is incredible and I adore the ways you pick apart Robin's psyche in our threads—how conflicted and convoluted those emotions are for him. How he wrangles with hypocrisy. Another mark of great writing imo is seeing the differences in voice when you shift from one character to the next. Haru and Robin are so tonally different and that contrast is clear in your writing! It speaks to your talent as a writer immensely! I adore you, your writing, and your characters v much! You're doing a remarkable job and I hope you know that!!!!

Viciousss stop oh my goodness you're going to make me all misty eyed !! ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· I know we were legit just discussing it but you are seriously one of my biggest inspirations on this site; and being able to write with you is such a privilege (ʃƪ˶˘ ³ ˘˶) ~ ♥ And getting such high praise from you??? Wahh!!!

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— Adonis, Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea

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Robin didn't bother to wait for an answer and was already excitedly preening in his bathroom. He combed through his hair, meticulously making a few adjustments to ensure that every detail was just so and that his bangs framed his face. Despite a fleeting moment of self-doubt —wondering if he was being foolishly eager— Robin brushed it aside and continued to spritz a bit of cologne to his jaw; no one needed to see this side of him, and he'd be put back together by the time Vladimir and him met. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady the flutter in his chest. But just the thought of meeting Vladimir sent a surge of excitement through him, and as he picked up his phone to respond to a message, a smile broke across his face:

[ 7:52pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: You know my address, Mr. Heigaari, I'll come down when you arrive. You always dress so handsomely, I'll try to match.

[ 7:52pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: No need to take two cars if you'll be spending some time with me after, unless you intended this to be strictly for business?

Was that too forward? The assistant paused for a moment, but hurriedly continued to type once he realized how long he'd been staring at his phone.

[ 7:53pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: Surprise me, I know you're a man of well to do taste.

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He's cleaning up fabric, folding it neatly and tucking it on shelves. For a moment he wonders if maybe he was too forward with his invitation. Idling in front of a shelf and fiddling with a sheet of crimson, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. He then jumps a little as his phone vibrates on his desk. Turning swiftly to scoop it up and fumbling to unlock the screen. He eyes the response, mouth slightly agape before he smiles to himself. Were anyone there they would've been witness to the seamster's grin - and the pink blooming over his cheeks as he scurries around hurriedly to close his shop even faster.

[7:40pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: No dress code, love. I can come pick you up if you wish. [7:40pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: u nless you dont want me to

His hand comes up to his face, running down the front of his eyes as he sighs to himself loudly. 'idiot.' he whispers to himself.

[7:50pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: I'm just closing now. We could also just meet. [7:50pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: If you don't mind me being quite overdressed . . . [7:51pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Any cravings?

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Given the insanity status, how does he live his everyday? Can you give us a walkthrough of what a standard day is like?

The daily life of Vladimir would be sleeping most of the time. He’s a shut in spare for parties he throws, although in regards of the people he invites it’s more of a social play rather than him giving a single damn about them or Noxus. He does his best to portray a person to the best of his ability. Remember, he’s practically a darkin in a human meatsuit - god forbid he lets anyone who will survive an encounter know of this.

One of the many things he spends doing is paperwork, it’s mundane but he does his best to stay on top of laws and news. Along with proclamations and paying off the people he has under his metaphorical wing. I say that because most people do not have a choice when it comes to negotiating with Vladimir, they seldom refuse an offer from him unless they want a death wish. Unless Vladmir for once is being kind, which is rare - since most of his interactions would conclude to him playing with people like they’re toys.

Continuing that - Vladimir views people as pawns. He’s never cared for humans nor does he consider himself one. The children he teaches hemomancy to are little puppets he’s picked up. He ‘cares’ for them, but most of the time the crimson court consists of him and then his thralls. Thralls, are humans that hes pretty much drained - They are by all means ‘zombies’ of some kind that lack a will of their own. They’re usually people he’s stolen away at parties, someone who he’s deemed no one would miss. He’s usually correct on that part. They wait idly by for his command. Presented as butlers and maids who work and keep the manor maintained. Although at a flick of his hand they will go feral and attack whatever he wishes.

Regarding his insanity, he’s rather put together for someone who feels like there’s nail’s scratching at his brain constantly. The only time he has seen peace was recently when he married Robin ( @witchcraftandburialdirt ) He regards Robin as an equal, perhaps even more. Although their initial introduction to each other Vlad was content on killing him. But found fascination in why a talented and strange man was holed up alone in Ionia. He felt a reason to coexist back, each time Robin welcomed him regardless of Vlad was a familiar face or not. Vlad never really had to deal with his past actions, but after marrying Robin he found a reason to care for something. He’s now presented with many things that never really bothered him, such as the repercussions of the war and what he had funded. Despite his constant belief he isn’t a human, Vladmir is now reminded that during his marriage - under all of what he’s deemed inhumane - still remembers his human affections. He has humanity left in him, he regrets his choices, and shows remorse towards knowing that he had indirectly caused Robin harm at some point in time. Although he does not seek forgiveness from his husband, he amazingly, admits to his actions being wrong.

Another thing to note from Vladimir is that he is definitely prone to fits of rage. It’s the same blind rage that Brair is subjugated to, although Vladimir can do nothing to stop himself. He assumes this is from the darkin blood in his body. Or rather, the beast that he’s melded with trying to seek escape from lack of nutrition. Because of this, Vlad feeds regularly if not almost all the time. He does not put his mouth on anyone, however, and would rather drain their blood through other means. But this does not stop him from forcefully removing blood from a victim through their pores if he needs to. He loves the dramatics involved with it.

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Beaver supermoon.

(November 15, 2024)

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Robin’s gaze flickered to his phone as its incessant vibrations drew to a halt, opening up his messages with a soft, demure smile. The anticipation curled warmly in his chest. However, reality swiftly brought him back; he caught himself in a moment of vulnerable joy, adjusting his cufflinks with a slight fumble, a gesture meant to anchor him amidst the fluttering butterflies of excitement. His heart fluttered at the prospect of what the night might hold, but uncertainty nibbled at the edges of his excitement … The assistant stole a glance back at his laptop screen, the myriad of files and unfinished tasks momentarily forgotten. He took a moment to run his fingers through his tousled white hair, eventually swirling a lock around his knuckles. Oh fuck it.

[ 7:25pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: I would love to go to dinner with you. I'm already back at my apartment, if you're still at your shop.

[ 7:25pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: What is the dress code?

[ 7:30pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: Would you like to spend the evening together after?

[ 7:03pm Robin -> Vladimir ]: Is this you?

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For a moment his shop was peaceful, pins in his mouth as he sews the final embroidery touches on the sleeve of a coat. Only to be interrupted by the bright light of his phone under layers of fabric. He digs around, free hand pushing up the glasses that rest on his nose as he squints at the text. He snorts, giggling to himself in his empty store. [7:05pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Oh how cute. [7:05pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: You draw that yourself? [7:10pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: and Yes that is me. [7:15pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: Do you want to go out for dinner or is this too late for your busy self? [7:17pm Vladimir -> Robin 💕🌱]: 💕💕💕💕

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👑 do I have to say more?

Sageee!!! My beloved!! Hello - I am so excited to see you on dash again!! I am smooching you and your Silco on the head. I need to plot some things with you bwahaha ♡(ŐωŐ人)

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sorry my perverse desires are confusing should i kill myself should we invite sigmund freud

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👑 beautiful writing and characterization. I tend to read a lot of your stuff on the dash because I love how you describe and bring characters and the world around them to life. It’s just very fascinating because I find your writing very complex in a very good way and it’s very satisfying to read.

Mwah mwah.

Twice in a row ... wild ... I'm putting you in a jar and shaking you ...

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Han I love you mwah!!!! - I have so much stuff to answer for you fr I will always rant and rave about how much I love our threads and muse interactions, you're such an amazing friend all I want for you in this life is wonderful and great things because its all you deserve!!!

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Charles Baudelaire, “To A Madonna”

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Madison Julius Cawein, “Dusk In The Woods”

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Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “Prometheus Unbound”

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👑 YOU ARE SUCH A WONDERFUL WRITER WITH GREAT IDEAS, AND YOU AREN'T AFRAID TO GET SCARY OR WEIRD OR HYPE. I absolutely adore whenever I see you on my dash.

Tick this is so sweet of you!! I really admire your writing, so this really makes my heart warm. I'm always worried the topics of my writing might be a bit jarring compared to my personality, or that it might be offputting ; so this is a big relief! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

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A white bat lands on his hat and squeaks

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

Nails tip tapped worn cracked leather while Robin's face fell into a harsh scowl. He had retrieved this ancient ( more decrepit, if anything. He was genuinely amazed it had held on this long ) tome from the dusty shelves of the manor’s library. With it came the scent of moths and dust filling the air of his study as he opened it to page two hundred and ninety four - the page Count Vladimir had instructed him to study for their magical lessons this upcoming week. He had been quite excited to be granted such a privilege! ... However, now the mage's heart sank as he was met with an impenetrable wall of cryptic symbols and archaic words — a language that hadn’t graced the ears of mortals for over a millennium. How in the Hells did Vlad expect him to read this? Frustration washed over him as he slumped against the mahogany desk with a huff, the surface of which poor Nok had polished to a deep sheen but was now cluttered with scrolls and quills. Robin idly flicked through the surrounding pages in search of any annotations or hints that might illuminate the dark complexities of the text, yet all he found was more of the same incomprehensible nonsense!

"Ugh ━"

Suddenly, with a soft thud, his hat tumbled from its perch and flopped over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. Panic surged within him, momentarily eclipsing his frustration — what had just happened? But before he could fully grasp the absurdity of his plight, a small squeak filled the air, and with it, the familiar weight of a tiny, mischievous bat, flitted clumsily from his hat; his little claws clinging to the brim helplessly. Oh my my, what squeaks of protest!

“Quite the entrance you’ve made, darling,” Robin cooed, his voice laced with dry humor and spritzed with the remnants of his plum tea. He plucked the bat from his hat, holding him aloft. "At least you’ve saved me a walk," he added, a teasing lilt in his tone as he turned the Count towards the scattered notes and ancient tomes sprawled across the desk. "Now then, I appreciate your confidence in me to decipher a dead language," he continued, "But I think I'll need some lessons first." He dangled Vladimir before him with a haughty smile, clearly enjoying this momentary shift in power.

"Shall we begin now?"

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