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[grnnwolf]

hi im drunk rn but im coming back on this blog 

[grnnwolf]

I FINALLY HAVE MY DESK 

[grnnwolf]

MAKE YOURSELF AND YOUR MUSE ! ( or yourself ! )

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tagging: anyone!!

[papilia]

‘ some days you will breathe and it will be enough ’  / @grnnwolf​  YOU & THESE BONES / 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . *. 

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓? The entirety of this. This bond, this connection that she had tried so desperately to avoid. Looking into the woman’s eyes she had tried so hard to discard them as foreign suns in a face as radiant as the one who had smiled at her chubby hands extended.

(𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. )

A mantra continuously sung; an ingrained desperation sewn into her mien as both Princess and King hesitates at the words. They are a lie, yes, but she is thankful for the naivete that at least this woman possesses compared to her. They are a beautiful, sweet lie from those who have not had the world end; and lost everything. 

They are a lie of those that have not torn themselves apart; splintering in their death-grip the Princess and girl and destroying her with their own hands to let the Exalt, the King, be born in her place. There was no room for that little girl in the sunlit garden watching her mother slow dance with her father clumsily; love writ on their faces and extended hands for her and the baby sibling in her arms to hold a hand. How much love her Mother had in her face then. 

( 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. )

Sunlight eyes soften with worry at the Princess’ silence; and she is silent; yet smiling, that rare, reserved smile meant for her, even across the fabrics of destiny, gods, fate and time, the universe itself. Time has brought her to her once again; for all the hurt, all the betrayal, all the grief… 

( Lucina, honey ? Honey… are you listening? ) 

Those eyes shift to blood red and Lucina almost flinches at the touch of the woman if not for being steeled to hide any and all vulnerability. She must be steel where broken weapons falter, she must be light when souls fall into shadow. She must be hope, when there are no futures left, and in doing so, Lucina must create a future. Building a new world is not easy…and the red eyes glare ever so much in the face of a corpse animated by evil. 

( 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. )

The grip tightens on her arms, jarring her to alertness and if Lucina hadn’t wailed and retched and sobbed and coughed up crimson so many times before in both weakness and in strength…she might have wept then. Or perhaps she is so numbed to the concept of vulnerability that the tears barely register in pricking her eyes, unseen even to this woman who feels like her. 

The tender, beautiful, kind, sweet arms of her Mother’s gentle spirit. Yes, she had inherited all the tenderness and sharp wit of her Mother. Her unintentional grace, her brilliance, her kindness, that loving smile and happy, vibrant voice that would sing the sweetest lullabies; tell the funniest jokes……buy the loveliest dresses to a girl who was readying herself for kingship, not femininity.

Her mother had always grounded the earth beneath her feet… 

That even falling atop her blade; stains of red smearing both their lips; tears in both their eyes; tremors shaking the noble young Exalt…there was nothing but love aching in the strained voice fighting for control to be her Mother one last time….it is the same touch. 

 I love you Lucina, this is not your fault, you are so strong, my daughter, take care of your brother, forgive me Lucina, Lucina forgive me - 

‘ I don’t know how long I can be with you … I don’t belong here - and yet … even if it only brings me pain, even if I must do what must be done should we fail … ’

❝ … .  ❞

( 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. )

Lucina offers her the saddest smile, perhaps, to ever be known, but with it is laced infinite love; infinite vulnerability in the face of a woman honed to become the finest and brightest steel. Who stares at the hands holding her arms and releases her grip easily; cupping that lovely, irreplaceable face that would love her in every world. Just as Lucina loved her, and so she would always protect her. 

Tenderly, she kisses her Mother’s forehead, before pulling her in a rare, tight hug, head briefly tucking itself lowered into her shoulder, the fine strands of those endearing, beautiful snow-stained pigtails. Where she can feel her sadly curving lips soften into something faint as her whisper meant only for her, sorrowful, in both a breath a hello and a goodbye that seemed to be the essence of Lucina and every member of her Flock that had come with her. 

❝…..I love you, Mother. ❞ But it will never be enough.

Perhaps that is the weight of her conceived sense of failure in something that no one’s might could have stopped, the absence of peace in her spirit.

 Cheek to cheek, she stands with her; feeling her arms tighten around her waist and the woman knows now, that she may not outwardly be, but within the bones and fibers Lucina 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 . 

❝ I love you, Mother. With all I am…and I will always love you. ❞ Voice gentle and so sweet, but it sounds as if somehow it is crying, and so Lucina holds her, as if to impart herself within the tactician until the day comes that she is nothing but a transient memory in her heart.

( 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. ) 

[grnnwolf]

i’ve also been here and on my oc @illstard​ who i made an fe verse so nya

[ballroom-baby]

please do this. cure my boredom <3

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on

Dear girlfriend 

Dear boyfriend

[linkages]

                                 i summon forth the wounded night                                   and cast a single little magic spell                                      and just like that, we can fly !

[grnnwolf]

haha what if i wrote tonight ( i think i will )

[grnnwolf]

so sorry i’ve been quiet but i got a new pc today so i gotta get my icons on here i’ll be more active again soon ;o;

[grnnwolf]

SORRY I’VE BEEN QUIET... busy bee

[blackcatrph]

** platonic / familial sentence starters.

“  i  enjoy  talking  to  you.  your  mind  appeals  to  me.  ”

“  if  you  live  to  be  a  hundred,  i  want  to  live  a  hundred  minus  one  day  so  i  would  never  have  to  live  a  day  without  you.  ”

“  i  could  listen  to  you  ramble  all  day.  ”

“  everything  that  happens  it  better  when  you’re  here.  ”

“  don’t  you  read  your  messages  ?  we  have  a  friend  emergency.  ”

“  if  you  called  at  3am,  i’d  always  answer.  ”

“  i’ll  bring  you  tea  with  honey.  i  know  that  always  makes  you  feel  better.  ”

“  i  brought  sweets  and  chocolate.  ”

“  just  get  in  the  pillow  fort,  okay  ?  ”

“  i  cooked  it  for  you.  it  may  not  be  edible,  but  it’s  the  thought,  right ?  ”

“  come  for  a  drive  with  me  ?  i  need  to  clear  my  head.  ”

“  your  mom  let  me  in.  ”

“  i  made  you  pancakes  to  cheer  you  up.  ”

“  sometimes  i  want  to  punch  you  in  the  throat.  but  i  love  you.  ”

“  i  missed  you.  ”

“  remind  me  why  we  decided  this  was  a  good  idea ?  ”

“  i  heard  you  crying  through  the  door.  everything  okay  ?  ”

“  they  don’t  deserve  someone  as  amazing  as  you.  ”

“  tell  me  words  of  encouragement  so  i  don’t  murder  someone.  ”

“  it’s  my  job  to  take  care  of  you.  ”

“  family  isn’t  always  who  you’re  born  with.  it’s  also  who  you’d  die  for.  ”

[grnnwolf]

SOBS INTO MY HANDS READING LILYS REPLY

[grnnwolf]

[grnnwolf]

small physical analysis

how they smile

robin isn’t one to grin wide, her smiles are soft and gentle. warm and welcoming, almost innocent in a way despite what she has gone through and seen.  her smile is caring and makes it easy for people to feel at ease around her. 

what their "tell" is for lying

depending on the person her tell can be a little different. if it is her significant other or family, she can’t look them in the eye, avoiding their gaze at all cost.  otherwise, she can confidently look them in eye while lying, though her blinking tends to be slower, eyes staying closed for a few more seconds than normal. 

posture

more than often her posture is very good, standing up and sitting up straight at all times when she is around people. if she is with less people in a less than formal situation, she may let herself relax while sitting, leaning back into chairs or slouching forward if she is working. 

volume of speech, if they're verbal

robin is not a loud individual unless her emotions are on extremes and even then it is more of a loud speaking rather than yelling. an indoor voice is her normal speaking level, very rarely going above that.

nervous tics

biting the inside of her lip and cracking knuckles on her hands are her biggest nervous tics.  if she’s more active to ease her nerves, she’s overworking herself to distract herself for a few moments. 

how much eye contact do they make

she has no problems with keeping eye contact, in fact she might keep almost too much sometimes if she’s too into a conversation. eye contact is very important to her, feeling like it’s rude to not at least make periodic eye contact with whoever she is speaking to. 

in a group conversation, how close do they stand to others? are they off to the side or are they right next to people?

she has no fear being around people, but tends to keep a good distance until she is closer to them.  not so much for her own comfort, but for the comfort of others.

when standing, what do they do with their hands? talk with their hands, cross their arms, put hands in pockets, prop up against the wall, etc

she tends talk more with her face, keeping her hands in her sleeves or pockets.

the sound of their footsteps

her steps light and quiet, perhaps partly due to not wanting to alert enemies at anytime but also due to how light she it on her feet. 

nonverbal greetings: do they wave, nod, hug, glare, punch, high five, something else?

nodding with a smile is her usual nonverbal greeting. 

how do they get others' attention? raise hand, clear throat, etc

clearing her throat or calling their name until they answer, she’s not afraid to annoy someone into paying attention.

[grnnwolf]

recollectician​

Ah… so her name is Robin- which is weird, given that the deja vu had proceeded to make him feel quite aware for a moment more. Yet, one thing that did bring him relief is that- although they both looked alike, they were both quite different. A steady hum, and the tactician purses his lips in mid thought. 

“Stranger is quite a word for it, that’s for sure.” It’s not every day where something bizarre happens. Like his children appearing before him out of nowhere. Or taking a glimpse at himself, like right now. 

“I would say I would be, but taking into account that it has happened before… I’d say not to much now.” A gentle ‘hmm’ as he thumbs his chin, bringing out the particular spellbook he usually carried with him. The book of spells that he had studied- or, at least, recalled studying. It came along with him, surprisingly enough. 

“I havent left without it, and it was in my possession when I woke up, so I have kept it since.” Despite being a decent edition, it seemed to be worn. 

“…You aren’t like the one I had seen before…” Of course, he says cautiously, but his instinct first was to glance down at her hand- which he couldn’t see very well due to the angle. 

             so it seemed she was correct about the spellbook.  all the signs pointed to another version of herself... sort of.  their looks were very similar, but by this point it was obvious he was a very different person from her personality wise.  there was no need to be scared that he was secretly grima come from another world ( though the thought had passed in her mind ).  reaching to her side, she pulls out an almost identical tome.  this was her precious item, the only thing linking her to the past she didn’t remember.  somehow, even if she didn’t remember it, it’s continuity in her life was what made it so special. 

               “ oh?  funny enough, i seem to have the same one.  it’s always with me.  we’re a package deal, pretty much! ”

                there was a small raise of her eyebrow, noticing the brief change of his gaze.  it was easy for her to deduce that, while very different, they have had an almost identical line of events.  putting up her tome, she lifts her hand, carefully taking off her glove to show present the back of her hand.  there was once a mark here, the mark of the beast she was suppose to house, but it had been long gone with it’s defeat.  it was freeing, like she had been unchained from this horrible destiny everyone else had chosen for her.

                  “ i have an idea of what you’re looking, but it no longer exists.  what about you? ”

[grnnwolf]

dances. 

[grnnwolf]

i’m so sorry for all the ooc but i’llbe free tonight after work to write finally