#scrtilegii

[yeonban]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS WAS COMMISSIONED BY HOYOVERSE. I'M ILL. (You can see the illustrated comic here)

#* dyn: (dan heng & jing yuan) / all the water in the sea could not engulf the peace you’ve given me. #scrtilegii #muse: dan heng. #No because this just did me in. One hit K.O style. I can never recover #What do you mean March and the TB (especially March) have known and also seen DH daily for AGES and yet they can't tell #when he's smiling (bc he's rarely upfront about it). but JING YUAN can?!?!?!? #Hoyoverse I need you to give me a second to breathe. Please #Blu dacă vezi asta. Să știi că îmi pierd mințile aici

[lunaetis]

@scrtilegii asked :

' solar systems have collapsed for the hour of our meeting to be able to emerge. they will continue to collapse in order for our relation to be preserved. as a harbinger of destruction and ruin, this is a truth not bound to stir dread into my spirit. yet, may you truly say the same? can you accept, in full, the very knowing that, for a kiss alone to be afforded to us both, stars will continue to die? ' ( Sephiroth said it was his turn to maneuver the braincell so hi hello Hina we are politely requesting Stella <3 )

unprompted. || always accepting

─「ステラ」─  their meeting was DEFYING FATE AND LOGIC. nothing about them being able to find each other and stay together was natural. abnormality. outlier. ANOMALY. each passing second the two souls were allowed to meet, something else had to pay the price. it had, and always been like that. in order to keep the soul that should've perished along with the collapsed timeline, there were consequences.

                in their cases, because she was a LOST STAR destined to perish along with every constellations made up her universe and world, the same amount of stars were required to keep her light burning. it wasn't just hers, was it ? HIS, too, his existence that defied the time and fate itself. both of them, standing before one another — the cruelty of the truth.

                perhaps, stella could never bring herself to redeem herself for the sins which piled up with each passing second. his words were a REMINDER of reality, of the consequences and the price she had to bear in order to be with him. for her to ESCAPE her own demise was one thing, the death of her home planet was the payment to her existence, but oh ... how fate wouldn't let her have the peace of mind of finding her destined one without a cost.

                " for a miracle to happen, a tragedy must occur. time after time. i have seen it. they all went out, one after another. one universe to another. and i finally found you. " or was it him who found her ? the lost star wasn't sure, either. but did it really matter ? the TORTUROUS TRUTH of it all was that more stars will have to die in order for them to exist in the same plane, same reality, same universe.

                agony struck at her, again and again, but it didn't stop stella from taking a step closer to him. gaze of burning emerald bore into her AMETHYST ones, and she felt her heart skip a beat. it was, once again, reminding her how only for this person it shall beat. only for this person it shall stay alive. how many stars had to die for them to meet ? how many more must perish for them to love ?

                " kiss me. " the words were uttered like a secret, like something FORBIDDEN in nature. a request that meant galaxies shall be gone in order for such a thing to happen. it hurt. it was devastating. unlike SEPHIROTH, stella could never make peace with the fact that their love meant the end for so many lights out there. yet, she refused to let him go. fingers danced so tenderly over the line of his jaw, caressing him like he was not capable of rewriting reality itself. she touched him like he was precious, like he was IRREPLACEABLE.

                and to her, he is.

                " give me a kiss worthy of a thousand suns. if it is a path of destruction i must walk to be with you, then taint my lips with the taste of burning stars. "

                i'd trade it all just to be with you.

#scrtilegii #.answered #.[ stella.nox.fleuret ] #.[ how many stars had lost its light for you to be mine: sephiroth & stella ] #[ i WROTE THIS SO FAST BLU I CANNOT WITH THESE TWO #GOSH #STELLA IS JUST HKLHJKLJKL CONFLICTED #i don't think she can lie that she is okay with it #that's why she didn't lie #instead she accepted that it's something she will have to live with #aND SHE WILL IF THAT MEANS THEY'D BE TOGETHER #IF IT'S DESTRUCTION THEN SO BE IT #SHE'D TRADE IT ALL JUST TO BE WITH HIM #UGH UGH UGH MY HEART FOR THESE TWO BLU HJKLJKHKL AAAAAAAAAAAH #I AM SO RUSTY WITH STELLA PLS EXCUSE THE MESS THAT IS THIS ASK ]

[astrxlfinale]

wanting to echo Sae's message for a hot second because you have genuinely helped make my time in the HSR community so grand. and I LOVE that I can be salty with you in DMs 😌👌but it's just that you're so fun to talk to, and your portrayal of Caelus simply goes next level in terms of depth. I can't look at him the same now ♥️

Y'know, welcome to a similar boat!

Giving a genuine count? I still been here for like a sum total of say like-- three months. Only three! On top of pretty much coming here as a genuinely new person (with a bit of being known elsewhere), it leaves me in awe in how I've been welcomed by y'all all the same. You've dove into my dms, my threads, and we've really just been making fun stories while letting this be a time to just kick back.

I'm really appreciative of that Blu. My motto for whenever I sit around a place is to just carve in my comfy little end of presence. Considering how things panned out, I've genuinely got a lot more active than I first imagined, and I wholly intend to take it for the long mile too.

Caelus as a muse is just fun to me. The sort where not only do I really appreciate the spirit they exemplify in the serious and the casual (chaotic especially), but there's so many points I genuinely feel like I can play with this. Lessons he's learned in his journey, what his circumstances led him to be, among the idle details such as how he loves to tackle the day to day.

It really helps me answer the 'what if' perspective in spades. Whenever I get an opportunity to do that, I just find myself going in without a lick of hesitation. So from this upstart Trailblazer to your lovely muses, let this be a cheer for many more of the fun days to come. I appreciate you.

@scrtilegii

#scrtilegii #| Shuttle Mail #MANNNN Q__Q #C'mon this is giving me the warm fuzzies! #And I'm content with it being this way

[deathfavor]

@scrtilegii said: the sharp ends of her form frighten him not, permitting for them to pierce his form as he seeks to stand as close to Dreya as possible. behold the tribute in blood that I bring to you!, silent yet nonetheless implied. a ravenous thing, desire. and he ought to know better than to permit it to consume him, though, alas, none other in the world should be more deserving of his adoration than her.

capturing Dreya's form in his wanting arms, Parma presses his lips against the inviting skin of her neck, all the while enduring the sharpness of the spikes piercing his body in full. oh, but it is not his blood alone he would offer her. how else should he show her the bottomless pit of his want? how else would he write the words of the spell he wishes to cast on her, if not in his own blood? come, oh Goddess, do surrender yourself to me! I shall rebuild your altar, I shall offer you proper libation. for now, let my arms encircle you, let my mouth worship you, let my blood stand as sacrifice! ( hello AJAHSHSHS )

The realm beyond moves with activity ; like the waxing and waning of the moon itself, like the ebb and flow of the tides, so too does her realm in activity. Sometimes it is tranquil and other times it pulses with activity, like the hum of a star being pulled together. The latter is the state now, with more of her enhanced creatures roaming the landscape of the realm though they grant Parma access unharmed as if he belongs to the realm. And is that not the case? If he belongs to Dreya, then so does he belong as everything else in this realm does to her.

Real gods require blood in the same way mortals require water - they require conflict and grit and resilience. As the emergence of her moon draws nearer through the steady march of time, more sharp edges appear on her, piercingly sharp and as black as a starless void. They fold and lap together - some as platelike armor, others like weapons. They pierce through flesh with ease, her head turned to watch him when he bleeds for her. That is true dedication ; willingness to let yourself be torn apart for that which you worship with every inch of your being. What is more generous than a deity letting you tear yourself apart upon them? To let you lay hand and lips upon them? To feel your blood upon their hand by their acceptance alone?

Dreya tilts her head to grant him easier access to the skin of her throat, where galaxies and supernovas run through her veins beneath the surface. One hand lifts to press against the small of his back, urging him closer still. When she sighs in pleasure and delight, its the soul of the universe itself that sighs in tandem with her, through her. What it cannot speak, she can. What it cannot touch with hands, she can. Already impaled upon her, fingers press and press - not with razor claws or ferocious violence, but part through flesh and blood with tender care, like the splitting of an orange or lovingly opening a closed book. Her fingers brush across his very core with a lovers embrace, as gentle as the delicate touch of petals despite the blood on her hand. She caresses him and so does the universe through her, accepting his burning want and reciprocating in kind through the intimacy of the blood and contact.

Her head turns to where he's pressed to the graceful beauty of her throat and pulls back only so she can kiss him proper, while her hand remains buried within the chest, touch ever gentle and loving in its morbid scene. But he is beyond mortals as well, he can endure such a loving gesture from a goddess. She draws them together under red infernal moonlight. Want. Want. Such a strange concept to be reintroduced to beyond knowledge. She wants, and so she accepts his own wanting in kind, feeds it in kisses and blood sacrifice and in the tilt of her head when she allows him back to her throat and accept his gaping hunger while her own shows in the possessive hand on his back on the loving touch, the claim of this one as hers no matter what any other dare say.

#scrtilegii #CHOMPS ON THIS DELICIOUS FOOD #i have been thinking about this all day #oh the love in the violence! #the intimacy of blood spilled for the one you love and long for #to have a goddess reach in and touch your very core #be it a heart or maybe a more spiritual sense of core #i leave that up to you and your headcanons #BUT YOU GET THE IMAGE IM GOING FOR #how someone would see an act of tearing someone apart as violence #but no she does it with gentle love when it demands blood and injury #its fine hes skewering himself anyways HFJHDSFG #THEYRE JUST SO GOOD OKAY #THE HORRORS ARE HORRIFICALLY ROMANTIC #it doesnt matter if no one else gets it #THEY do and thats what matters #......also she apparently likes neck kisses #yeah you can worship her parma #she'll accept it from you and you alone #᛭ — [IC] pursue knowledge with meraki o blazing soul [DREYA] #᛭ — [RELATION] the stars suspire when our orbits find each other [DREYA & PARMA]

[ephemyrals]

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

[  ❀ ]     starter call , @scrtilegii

#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 .

[shrineofprophecy]

for the canon suggestion meme : hmmm I have to say that when I see Sparkle, I instantly associate her with you. my brain went like Sparkle = Daisy. but, in the same vein, seeing your other muses I'd think you would pull off either Bronya, Seele, or Natasha of HSR

@scrtilegii / to write or not to write / accepting

Sounds like my plan has worked to make you believe I am the real Sparkle —

I've actually had Bronya mentioned to me before and now I'm actually considering her because there are some interactions I'd love to have. Seele is the most obvious one (where my Seele gang at??) but also Serval, given her past with Cocolia and how she did grow up around her for a while.

Seele and Natasha I never considered before but I do find them interesting. I think they'd be more limited to what interactions I can have but one thing is clear... I'd have 2 more muses to bully Sampo with.

#scrtilegii #ღ — ask answered #( no but is so nice actually ) #( I haven't loved a character this much since forever ago )

[dupliciti]

@scrtilegii ( robin ) :

' of course it is an act! you, too, are a performer of sorts. I trust you understand the intricacies of a stage persona better than most of those I have met. my song offers others the comfort that cannot be afforded to me. '

          ❝ My dear, I don’t doubt you have a great understanding of those from the Tavern. After all, Epsilon really does enjoy your talent !  ❞  Him included, though he doesn’t typically stay long enough in the system to revel in her shows. At least he can refer to broadcasts of her melodies. 

          ❝ Not all performers grace the stage in the same manner  &&  not all Fools operate alike. Sampo believes you when you say you can incite such sentiment in someone else with just your voice  &&  a tune, but what I was wanting to know is if you’ve ever felt it difficult to uphold the message of a song ?  ❞

     A puppet may grow tired from having their limbs swing around, regardless of the joy they feel from being utilized in their intended manner. Mercenary focuses on what he’s brushed up against, wondering that if the smiling  &&  poised Robin too suffers from certain affliction. Not intending to use such information against her, oh no, merely to offer a conversation she might not otherwise have… One performer to another.

#crashes into here //// sorry i took a hot minute #sampo being existential out here sorry agsdjkjh #i am going to assume they are speaking in penacony asjdhg #( ◇ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ'ˢ ᵉⁿᵈ┊ land of dreams; ) #scrtilegii #scrtilegii: robin #( ◇ ⁿᵒ ᶜᵃˢʰ┊ ask; )

[yeonban]

Valentine’s Day Application.

@scrtilegii asked: Valentine’s Day Application with Jing Yuan and Dan Heng 🦁🍁

Name: Jing Yuan.

Age: .... yes.

Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely! Extra bonus points if the option of having a good nap is included. You didn't hear it from me, but Jing Yuan's body temperature is always high, so he can be your personal heater. Very comfy to sleep cuddled with him.

Can we make-out?: Sure thing. Be advised that Jing Yuan is about lazy, slow, and soft kisses rather than the sudden passion. However, once the passion is brought to life, I can't promise it won't be all bets off. 🤭

A night in or dinner out?: Out! Preferably if it also includes one of those long, long, long walks with street food to be enjoyed from a place where you can watch the busy streets and the people minding their evening business, the gentle lights, just the whole thing of sitting together somewhere and enjoying a simple meal. That's perfect for Jing Yuan. You don't have to go overly fancy with him, just make sure you took lots of pictures of all those interesting critters on the last planet you visited 😔🙏

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: 😏... well now, do picture Jing Yuan giving one of those soft chuckles of his. He may wish to leave a little bit of an air of mystery here. Where would be the thrill of discovery if all were revealed?

Chocolates and roses?: I am not certain he would do the classic chocolates and roses. But, he will make sure to gift Dan Heng a pack of his favourite tea flavour. To have a little bit of something to mayhaps gently remind him he is always welcomed at the Seat of Divine Foresight. A silent, For as long as I am here, for as long as I breathe, should the universe overwhelm you, should you need me, you can always come to me.

What makes you a good Valentine?: It is true that the nature of his occupation does imply an unpredictable life, therefore, Jing Yuan can't promise he might not need to cut things short and whatnot. But, even for all that, every moment spent together is when his full attention is on Dan Heng, and he tries his best to memorize the little things. Besides, once someone earns a place in his heart, they are there forever. He hopes this shall prove to be sufficient to satisfy the criteria of a proper Valentine.

Would you cook for me?: Sadly, that is not a possibility.

Would you let me cook for you?: If possible, yes. It doesn't have to be anything too elaborate. If it happens, the effort and the thought are greatly, dearly cherished. Might even end up with a tiny moment of holding hands. Hands that have taken their time to care for him. It's a very dear thing. If not, no worries! He knows the best place to get the most delicious street food. He only would like for you to be able to stay a while longer. A moment more. That is more than enough.

Where would you take me on a date?: One of those busy places where it's easy to get lost in the crowd, and it's a lively atmosphere caressed by tender night lights, the smell of spices and food, souvenir shops and whatnot. A long walk through places where Jing Yuan goes when he wished to be alone. Or, if we're not feeling it, simply hang out with him at home. He's more than okay with that, too. There's tea there, possibility of cuddling, all that. Honestly, he prefers the latter rather than the former but he shall not rob Dan Heng the joy of a night out, if that is what he wants. But, knowing them, they'll probably end up in fluffy socks and comfy clothes and share in that tea.

Who’s paying?: Obviously, him. There is no room for discussion or debate here. Everything Dan Heng's heart desires is Jing Yuan's treat!

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: Is a place in Jing Yuan's heart okay? Unconditional support in everything? The willingness to break someone in half should they seek to unjustly harm him (I am not over that line of his in Dragons Return Home when he came to help DH and Bailu)? All that to go with the other treats, of course. He hopes this application finds you well.

Un zâmbet se întrezărește printre fisurile din fațada ta veșnic detașată, o seninătate arareori prezentă în compania altcuiva, și totuși atât de frecventă în prezența lui, a soarelui. ❛ De parcă mai e nevoie să întrebi. ❜ Surâsul îți trădează batjocora prietenească, însă e un detaliu nesemnificativ atunci când bărbatul din fața ta îți poate citi intențiile chiar și atunci când acestea îți rămân necunoscute până și ție. Cu o ușurință aproape surprinzătoare, îți întinzi mână înspre perechea ta sortită, iar degetele tale se împletesc lejer într-ale sale. ❛ Dar, având în vedere că m-ai întrebat... depinde. ❜ Încă o tachinare, un semn de familiaritate și de atașament, de drag și de-ndrăgire, iar conexiunea dintre voi devine mult mai fermă. ❛ Îți voi accepta invitația... dacă oferta ta va rămâne disponibilă și pentru anii următori. ❜

#muse: dan heng. #scrtilegii #* dan heng. / ic. #* dyn: (dan heng & jing yuan) / all the water in the sea could not engulf the peace you’ve given me. #Ce rizz l-o apucat pe DH doamneee =))))))))))) #Nu există cuvinte pe planeta asta care să poată descrie concret cât de mult îi ador. sau cât de mult se adoră EI unul pe celălalt #Dacă ai ce au ei 2 nici nu-ți mai trebuie altceva în viață

[soulsballad]

Name: Zelimir, but you call me babygirl, yours, whatever you like.

Age: no clue about that.

Do you like to cuddle?: I suppose so.

Can we make-out?: yes, please! I think you're pretty, and I'd be down for that.

A night in or dinner out?: Out. I honestly don't like the Bureau environment, makes me feel like I'm locked in here, too.

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: 😏

Chocolates and roses?: absolutely! what gentleman doesn't do this right?

What makes you a good Valentine?: I will be honest, nothing. but, hey, I'm willing to overlook all your smuggling actions from the past month within the Bureau. does that work with you?

Would you cook for me?: No.

Would you let me cook for you?: that won't be necessary.

Where would you take me on a date?: a nice diner, then I want us to go out and dance. I will trust you know a good place.

Who’s paying?: me, of course.

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: a nice night out, we can have the wildest fun you could ever imagine. if you like, you can even stab me. ( for Bai Yi )

❝ well, babygirl, you sure do seem keen, ❞ bai yi grins in amusement as she reads through the application, one hand holding her head up as her chin rests almost tiredly upon it. ❝ i'm curious just what you think we'll be doing with the whipped cream or chocolate syrup though? something lewd judging but that grin. ❞ and oddly enough, bai yi didn't mind. as long as he cleaned her up afterwards. but the offer of a nice night out, away from the mbcc, having dinner and dancing the night away, then whatever that led to, sounded very appealing. ❝ you know, when you talk like this it makes me quite glad to have been arrested and brought here, chief. i quite like your special treatment~ ❞ it's nothing more than flirting, but it's fun. ❝ hmm... alright then, handsome, your application is accepted. whoo me. ❞

#BAI YI. / answered #BAI YI. / v. path to nowhere #scrtilegii #scrtilegii: zelimir #i hope they have SO MUCH FUN #the clowns

[lunaetis]

@scrtilegii replied to your post :

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

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

#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 ??? ]

[astrxlfinale]

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

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

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

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

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

It truly was Hell within this supposed Heaven.

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

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

Perfect to truly drink in the weight of her words.

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

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

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

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

@scrtilegii

#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

[deathfavor]

@scrtilegii said: in light of that SUPER boop, I shall leave Crina to kiss Serpent's nose in your inbox uwu

There is no difficulty in observing the performer's delight at her own shenanigans. Innocent, but enough to make her presence known and show a favoritism without invading too much space or demanding attention. ( Although if she occupies their thoughts even after she has disappeared, that's not her fault per se. ) All in all, Serpent is quite pleased and enjoying the outcomes.

Serpent tilts her head upwards when she sees Crina approaching her, pupils dilated with interest to the point they almost seem like normal eyes. A more authentic smile rises to her features when the distance decreases until Crina's standing right in front of her. And though in the most literal sense, Crina is indeed taking up most of her vision, still she shines too like Sirius in the night sky even with an act so simple as approaching. Mayhaps that is only a truth to Serpent herself though. It is a thought she's pondered over. Ceraintly some Sinners don't regard Crina in such a light. Maybe others can see dazzling stars in the sky in friends and family, but to the one lost in the dark grips of suffering, there is only one star that hangs in the sky.

Her eyes widen in shock when she feels the kiss to her nose. Color raises to her pale cheeks and she lifts a hand; half torn between touching her nose and the phantom sensation that lingers and half refusing to dare touch it. She's lost for words temporarily, the rhythm she'd been dancing to changed up in an instant. In the end, her hand lifts to cover her mouth with a quiet sound of laughter.

" Chief - ! " Serpent manages to say, voice sweet in the air and filled with a giggle. " Now this feels like a competition. " A playful jest, thought one she certainly would not reject if it was accepted.

#scrtilegii #she crashed for 2 seconds there #surprised pikachu meme but also cherishing it #she might not know her name but Sirius works just as well <3 #at least in Serpent's eyes #serpent at me just wide eye 'i got affection? i got affection!' #᛭ — [IC] happiness evades the longing heart [SERPENT]

[gemkun]

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

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

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

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

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

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

  ❝   from   here   ,   it   appears   so   small.   ❞

#* ✦ 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

[shrineofprophecy]

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

@scrtilegii / different ways to kiss / accepting

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

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

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

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

#scrtilegii #⤜ character【 sparkle 】 #( I'm normal about them )