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Hey guys!

I know I’m no longer active here ( the Zen muse has been dead ;0; but you can catch me on discord nonetheless @ Indecisive#6701   ) BUT I’m popping in to ask for some retweets on a #transcrowdfund post!

I’ve got some pretty expensive stuff coming up, so retweets/donations will help a lot! I also have video commissions open!

The tweet!!

[zhartha]

Hey guys!

I know I’m no longer active here ( the Zen muse has been dead ;0; but you can catch me on discord nonetheless @ Indecisive#6701   ) BUT I’m popping in to ask for some retweets on a #transcrowdfund post!

I’ve got some pretty expensive stuff coming up, so retweets/donations will help a lot! I also have video commissions open!

The tweet!!

[zhartha]

🎶 | @ZHARTHA // 回      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

— 回 = PATCHING A WOUND .

✧*:･ﾟ| HE is not known for recklessness or anger. For PAIN, be it in inflicting or receiving. Yet battles hold no mercy to the restless scientist, the world does not care about the SUFFERING he’s felt, about the clawing, scratching, screaming inside his skull. Siebren fought, tried his best to protect Zenyatta: BUT AT WHAT COST?

THE omnic is regarded with soft eyes, a gentle grey like northern seas or the sky on a mildly cloudy day. He wants to push the other AWAY, wants not to gaze upon metal features that manage to look worried. But something in him aches; it is SHAME in himself, in his broken mind.

❝I am sorry,❞ he whispers, raising head weakly from his cot. Siebren doesn’t force the issue, but he does prop himself up on his elbows. GENTLE are metal fingers that hold him steady. He smiles, a false one that doesn’t reach his eyes, palm of hand rubbing the intricate grooves of Zenyatta'a. ❝I am trying; I don’t want to HURT. Did I hurt you? Please tell me I did not.❞ Voice begging and pleading, he leans in, forehead resting against the monk’s. ❝I don’t want to hurt … I don’t … ❞

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Hey! I’m coming in to tell you today I got my first T shot! Also some pills for my vitamin d deficiency al;sdjka

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"Zenyatta, I have had an incredible idea for you! What if, for the upcoming Christmas season.. you had floating ornaments going around you? Perhaps real ornaments or you paint your fancy orbs like them? It would be cute ! "

“An excellent idea! Though I may not celebrate Christmas — the season is always so bright and cheerful.”

“Perhaps you could make an ornament that I could carry — What do you think?” 

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Don’t forget! Zenyatta loves you!

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WHAT LOW ACTIVITY & SLOW REPLY MEANS:

it means i want to be here, i really do 

it means that i have, whether i like it or not, more important things to do than roleplay at the moment

it means that replies are going to sit for a moment

WHAT IT DOESN’T MEAN:

that i care any less

that i don’t want to talk / plot with you

that you aren’t allowed to IM me or ask for my disco

Sometimes Tumblr has to take a back burner, and that’s fine! Roleplay will still be here when we get back. So take that day to yourself. Don’t worry about drafts. Don’t worry about how “slow” you are being. Everything is okay!

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Don’t forget! Zenyatta loves you!

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🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship?

hc || accepting

Do they have a type? 

Zenyatta, looking over at Akande / Genji / Hanzo. Honestly his type? Not too sure - he definitely likes a man that isn’t closed-minded. Maybe his type is simply men that understand him? With Genji it’s ... it’s different because Genji and Zenyatta have such a deep and intimate relationship with one another.

He likes men with muscles ... and if you happen to be a certain Jesse rper, he loves a man that expresses what he wants/is into without shame.

What are their deal breakers? 

Ah ... Zenyatta would NEVER allow his partner to betray who they are / what they believe in to date/be with Zenyatta, and ... and vice versa. 

Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship?

Yes! Zenyatta does not mind either!

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🤗📖

hc || accepting

What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 

Cleaning and other domestic tasks! Zenyatta’s sees chores as a very intimate thing to do with someone else! It allows people to get to know each other, the level of needs and wants between them, and other little quirks that can be picked up from watching someone fold socks before shirts, ect. He just ... loves it, being able to clean with his partner!

Are they physically affectionate? 

It depends! Zenyatta prefers to listen to his partner - if they do not like being touched ( in public or private ) than he refrains from being physically affectionate ( and prefers to be verbally affectionate - whether with compliments, praise, all that ).  But ... Zenyatta himself greatly enjoys being able to touch his partner, a hand on their shoulder, intertwined fingers, running his fingers along the nape of their neck. 

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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🎶 | @ZHARTHA // “Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

✧*:･ﾟ| AN unusual cadence rising and falling in the air, a pleasant melody ringing between the two. Stars alight in the sky, thinking in CASCADING patterns like a waterfall of cosmic proportions. In the distance, owls and crickets contribute to the song, unknowingly albeit, for only Siebren and Zenyatta can truly hear. They sit side by side, darkness reigning but slowly giving up its hold to the morning light instead. A hand snakes out to catch another, fingers WEAVING with each other upon stone. The silence is powerful, and yet, not existent in the slightest.

HE is thankful that words pierce the HARMONIES between them, for if he closes off, the melodies grow unbearable, the universe frighteningly prevalent in his weak mind. A miserable existence cowering before all of time and space. And yet, this is different. This is easier. Small talk whispered from man to man on the early morning breeze.

❝I know it.❞ When he responds, it is resolute and full of CONVICTION. Legs hook beneath him, head a cant as he gauges Zen’s response. He’s seen glimpses, and truth be told, he can’t say for certain that his companion was in those glimpses, but faith would NOT be faith if one relied entirely on fact. He repeats his words, this time with eyes focused entirely upon the other. ❝I KNOW IT.❞

YET the life that matters is the here and now, when he leans up against his companion. There’s nothing a soul could do about other worlds, other existences, but there’s EVERYTHING a soul could do about the life one currently lives.

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🎶 | @ZHARTHA // ❝I miss being home.❞      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

✧*:･ﾟ| THE endless expanse of space fills the eyes of the intrepid pair, from every inch of their viewing platform stars visibly TWINKLING without interference of jealous humans and their artificial lights. The sight never grows old, never seems strange. Like a lover’s touch, this breath of starlight is. Like a prayer to the UNIVERSE herself, cradling the old astrophysicist to her bosom. He watches those stars, counting them … and when he loses his place … he counts them again … and again … and again …

IT isn’t the PERFECT environment to raise a child, not when there’s another home somewhere on that blue-green marble of a planet. He wants to do what’s right for Zenyatta, but the calling of his work makes it difficult, gives him a struggle – like he’s being judged by God for his decisions. But the boy on the verge of manhood looks at him, all smiles and open heart, and maybe he has done RIGHT.

RIGHT, but not perfect, however, for as fingers trace the upper half of Earth’s surface reflecting in the station’s observation window, a curl of a frown crosses his lips. ‘ I miss being home ’, and yes there is a home down there, among picturesque windmills and fields of tulips, of Amsterdam and her canals and great proud museums, of his own laboratory, likely collecting DUST. Siebren sighs, pulls Zenyatta close, and presses lips to the top of the head.

❝I am sorry, mijn kind. I miss it too. But we’ll be home soon, I PROMISE.❞

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🎶 | @ZHARTHA // “It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault.”      ↪ MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

✧*:･ﾟ| DARKNESS crawls against his fragile skin, shadows clinging beneath his eyes and at the corners of his sharp mouth. A SORROWFUL thought of which he ruminates upon, the shame and fear of a memory he’d much rather contain within an ironclad vault than contend with again. An itching of the underside of skin, as if weevils may burst forth and feed on his tears. Hands curl into fists, half moon indentations of short nails digging into skin.

A COMPANION’S touch a brush against his back, a shuffle, as he melts under a companionable friend. Memories a hard flas when he shuts his eyes, but he leans into that touch, pulls himself against the form of a wonderful partner. He fails to respond, not verbally. Anything he’d say would die in the back of his throat. He simply SIGHS, feeling the brush of metal against his skin.

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notifs break the day i want to come back, life continues to stress me out, so add me on discord if you ever want to talk! Indecisive#6969