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#           ྃ     𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌       ⸻       a     sporadic     activity,     private,    multi—muse            ZENLESS ZONE ZERO        based    on    my    personal    headcanons.     ⺌     max,     ﹙⠀she     ﹨     fae    ⠀﹚      est.     ₂₀₂₅    ◜     🖳     self—implemented     portrayals     written     on     forgotten lost tapes of a world erased by corruption ﹔﹝⠀*   &⠀﹞   where is the happiness that i seek    ?

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ       ⸻ 　, 　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.  :  　　　 　　 distant flickerings , 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , got your heart in a headlock , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ,  throw a stranger an unexpected smile , 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 ,  you've been hiding , 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 , i'm just keeping an eye.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　𝐈. carrd . 　 　

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;-- sharing my updated phaethon playlist bc i can

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;-- im sleepy, who wants an inbox thingy ?

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karaoke night

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;-- no one is even around this late but

WE'RE GETTING A LUCY SKIN OMFG SHE LOOKS SO CUTE AAAAAAA YES GIVE THE SONS OF CALYDON SOME LOVE

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;-- anyways so minor thoughts on the trailer

belle's face is literally mine bc im still wondering how and why tf is sunbringer alive and became three versions of herself. just as much as im a fan of phaethon, im also a giddy shoes when it comes to the old void hunters so yes gimme food

speaking of, remielle is mothering gosh she is so damn cool i love my pink girls

bro looks funny as hell here im sorry fjdnkfndsfnds

damn this should teach us not to touch things that aren't ours. also i really fucking HOPE this is like belle reacting to wise being goofified and vice versa bc i heard somewhere that either the other sibling "turned"/used pyrois to save the mc but im not too sure about that and i was half asleep when i first heard it so ya know. gosh, it would be so damn interested tho and i REALLY NEED THESE TWO TO REACT TO THE OTHER GOING THROUGH TRAUMA.

and also bc of wise saying this like he's injured or something and well, belle getting choked in 4k. so like i need there to be more sibling interactions in this season especially heartwarming and angst stuff. season 2 had our sibling going into dangerous situations a lot and it just baffled me that there wasn't more sibling comfort moments bc im sorry but if my only family member was putting themselves at risk and constantly getting into trouble, i would be pissed but also very concerned. i just need more family bonding okay. their family bond is very important to me

we're also falling down a lot smh we need some parachutes or something

hey lil mama let me whisper in your ear

my wet napkin of a man is being so cool this season im all for it omg

i really wanna know the naruto speech we had with pyrois to turn him into our side or something idk bc they were throwing in a lot of dialogue in between the gameplay and i wanna know if that's pyrois speaking through us or pyrois speaking on his own or pyrois speaking in stead of our other sibling idk but i am hyped

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;-- im sleepy, who wants an inbox thingy ?

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;-- me waking up to be spammed by friends sending me every conceivable thing that is phaethon related from the live stream bc they acknowledge me as the phaethon freak at this point

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;-- im sleepy, who wants an inbox thingy ?

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Kekkai - Jujutsu Kaisen OST

Here he remains in the ruins of the fallen angel. The coagulated Ether offers imagery, memories, a way to let these aspects of her emotion or potentially ghost of her very past to manifest as these aspects. Remember. It was a silent mantra that Caelus kept chanting within the mind despite this view before him. The nature of her memories, from her hopes to the bitterness are all part of that universal constant. As it stands, any potential of a darkened apparition plaguing her soul gambles on dwindled chances.

So why did he find himself gritting his teeth? Despite the grim novelty of The Sunbringer's words, that hope, it felt as if something important was missing in it's entirety for the promise of better days... Or maybe, this could be the current limit of what Remielle herself understood? It felt difficult to tell, given how the tumult of her shame made the very earth beneath them hotter, as if giving an aching wish to turn tail and not let her failures be as exposed as those wishful dreams.

...

Don't stop, Caelus.

From beginning to end. From the best to the worst, drive this story into your very being.

"You're telling me that she's trying to make herself forget on purpose?" The accusation bites heavy, and in truth, Caelus expected no reply as the way Sunbringer commands the plague within these memories felt abnormal, as if she was one of the cores that hearkened respect from the once known Colonel Dan. Even now, the very manacles of her guilt wasn't just the solitary figure up ahead, but the damned pit of survivor's guilt that was embodied by every scream, pleas for hope, and the utter unpreparedness that all of them had to shoulder.

Once that mysterious figure departs, it leaves him with the view almost swathed with that wispy like smoke, the deluge of grays and corrupted dark variants that tried to obscure her in this moment. The Nameless couldn't deny that some remote measure of tension kept his throat tight. The urge to act impulsive dwindled, no, the calculations and how the whole circumstance slowed offers a grounding reminder to him. Right now, they lingered all exposing ground of her heart.

Euphoria fades away from his grasp, leaving him weaponless as he pivots upon his heels, witnessing the extent of how bad she wanted to look away. Yet, that faint courage to actually meet his gaze offered an olive branch.

"Your heart never turned away from it, from any of this."

Something ancient within his being could only find the threads of relation in terms of failure. At least in this current iteration of life, it's few and far between he was allowed to be too late unless the entire Universe found itself unmade. It leaves him thoughtful as he steps over, drawing down upon a single knee as his hand draws over the figure of that bloodied angel in that moment.

Destruction. Preservation. These natures of his Paths made a surprisingly delicate focus, destroying the aspect of her wounds and preserving that very life energy underneath the minute pressure of light settled upon her figure. That same power found itself swimming across her figure and slowly remedying open aches and wounds her soul form sustained. The entire time, there was no immediate comfort in terms of words or gesture, no, he faced her shame with a firm glance.

His mind toils upon all that her senior Void Hunter had shared.

"But then there's you. Remielle, when I said I intend to witness every bit of your story, I meant that. ..Not only what you wanted to show either."

"Are you still willing? To show me the very woman who ignited the path of her own truth?" An uncanny valley would be found in his Trailblazer of various paths. There's no powerful emotion that lashes out once understanding is found, even amidst bloodshed and prices, there is a trained calm, a centered focus that's resolute even amidst her vulnerability.

"Even if I need to hear about what all this is firsthand?"

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𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝   𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭   𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫'𝐬   𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞   though   it   did   not   carry   any   peace   that   ordinarily   accompanied   its   presence.   the   silence   settled   over   the   ruins   like   fresh   snow   upon   a   graveyard   but   hiding   absolutely   nothing   beneath.   the   fallen   angel   remained   where   she   had   collapsed,   right   center   upon   shattered   ground   &   sacred   blood.   the   hollow   continued   to   breathe   around   them   in   slow,   agonized   pulses   as   if   taunting   her   to   do   something   ⸻   anything   ⸻   to   ease   its   hunger.   above   her,   the   skies   remained   fractured   by   corruption   &   memory,   yet   somehow   it   felt   smaller   now,   less   oppressive   perhaps,   now   that   sunbringer's   judgment   no   longer   occupied   it.

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞   𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝   𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥   𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬   𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐞𝐫,   &   she   wanted   to   capture   those   golden   irises   within   her   pools   of   pink,   but   humiliation   burned   her   core   if   more   than   a   second   at   a   time   passed   by   when   she   would   lock   eyes   with   him.   how   tragic   it   was   that   not   long   ago,   she   would   have   met   that   attention   with   a   smile   &   a   glow   to   her   figure   ⸻   the   story   she   wished   to   tell   versus   the   truth   that   trapped   her   soul.   &   despite   her   miserable   appearance   &   contradictory   statements   she   had   proposed   earlier   on,   she   felt   his   power   flow   through   her   wounds   once   he   was   within   reach,   offering   his   help   much   like   how   she   had   asked   him   mere   minutes   ago   that   felt   akin   to   centuries   prior.   but   the   guilt   continued   its   gluttony   as   parts   of   herself   resisted   the   healing,   yet   his   energy   refused   to   let   her   retreat   from   his   grace.   

after   everything   he   had   witnessed,   he   still   chose   kindness.

or   was   it   something   else?

𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞   𝐭𝐨   𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.   blood   stained   her   fingertips   despite   the   healing   steadily   restoring   her   form   &,   for   several   long   moments,   she   simply   stared   at   them.   these   hands   had   once   reached   towards   impossible   futures   without   hesitation,   wrote   stories   she   would   hear   to   share   for   generations   to   come,   &   ultimately   ended   striking   sunbringer   while   simultaneously   ending   the   lives   of   so   many   of   those   people   who   had   once   looked   to   her   for   guidance.   a   quiet   laugh   escaped   her   then,   but   it   lacked   humor   behind   it   &   sounded   more   like   something   breaking   apart.   pink   strands   slid   across   her   face,   revealing   the   agony   that   hid   behind   them   as   eyes   wandered   the   horizon   &   took   in   the   destruction   that   continued   to   spread   without   mercy.   somewhere   in   the   distance,   she   could   still   hear   the   faint   cries   of   people   beneath   the   rubble,   of   soldiers   &   families   alike   pleading   &   begging   with   their   very   last   breaths   to   be   saved,   &   here   she   was,   doing   absolutely   nothing   but   feeling   sorry   for   herself.   

she   had   been   a   selfish   being   right   from   the   beginning   .   .   .   no   wonder   she   would   go   on   spending   an   entire   century   living   in   other   people’s   memories   to   salvage   what   little   she   could   of   her   sorry   existence.

❝   i   really   thought   love   was   enough.   love   for   life,   love   for   the   future,   love   for   humanity.   i   thought   that   if   i   wanted   it   badly   enough,   reality   would   eventually   surrender.   ❞

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞’𝐬   𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐲   𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜   𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝.   her   words   emerged   slowly   as   though   she   feared   they   might   collapse   beneath   their   own   weight   &   bring   more   misfortune   to   those   who   were   unlucky   to   listen.   sunbringer's   words   still   echoed   throughout   the   battlefield,   carved   into   the   architecture   of   the   memory   itself,   yet   somehow   the   trailblazer   stood   before   those   judgments   &   asked   for   more   rather   than   less.   a   piece   of   her   wondered   if   she   had   damaged   him   in   the   wreckage   of   her   broken   memories,   soiled   his   senses,   for   surely   someone   like   himself   couldn’t   possibly   wish   to   continue   swimming   along   the   waves   of   remembrance   to   resume   his   journey   of   discovering   who   the   real   remielle   is.   

❝   you’ve   seen   my   failure,   my   errors,   my   unbinding   of   the   porcelain   spirit   i   once   embodied   .   .   .   how   much   more   do   you   need   to   see   before   you   realize   there’s   nothing   here   worth   saving   .ᐣ.ᐣ   ❞

𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦   while   distant   thunder   rolled   across   the   corrupted   heavens.   her   eyes   remained   fixated   on   the   destruction   she   was   unsuccessful   at   preventing   as   loose   feathers   shed   from   her   tired   winds   &   drifted   into   the   wind   to   be   lost   in   the   nether   of   destruction.   the   pause   felt   long,   but   she   did   not   want   to   allow   caelus   to   give   her   an   answer,   not   yet,   in   fear   of   not   being   ready   to   listen   to   what   he   has   to   say.   so   the   angel   swallowed   hard   before   finally   turning   her   gaze   towards   him,   &   for   the   first   time   since   the   memory   had   begun   unraveling,   there   was   no   illusion   left   in   her   expression.

❝   i’m   no   guardian   angel.   i’m   a   fraud.   ❞

𝐡𝐞𝐫   𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬   𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝   𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝   𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡   𝐡𝐞𝐫   before   she   slowly   pushed   herself   upright.   the   movement   remained   awkward,   regaining   strength   in   her   legs,   until   she   once   more   stood   amidst   the   ruins   like   a   sore   thumb   in   its   wake.   her   wings   folded   around   her   shoulders   instinctively,   &   it   was   then   that   multiple   other   wings   sprouted   from   seemingly   nowhere   to   join   in   cocooning   her   like   a   seraphim   amongst   devastation.   strings   of   future   remielle   regained   its   body   though   faintly   as   there   was   still   restraint   from   accepting   the   reality   of   her   story,   especially   in   front   of   caelus   who   held   onto   a   perspective   of   her   that   declared   her   to   be   a   sort   of   hero   that   she   knew   deeper   down   she   wasn’t.

❝   if   i   show   you   the   rest,   you   won't   like   me   very   much. ❞

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

&   𝐬𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝   𝐭𝐨   𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤   𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤   𝐚𝐭   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫,   capturing   his   eyes   like   two   golden   apples   glowing   brilliantly   in   between   suffocating   ether.   he   appeared   so   beautiful   then,   much   more   radiant   than   she   had   remembered   since   entering   the   hollow,   &   it   only   made   it   that   much   more   heart   wrenching   for   him   to   want   to   keep   scaling   the   mountain   of   buried   memory.   because,   even   if   it   was   just   for   a   little   while,   she   wanted   to   keep   her   grace   engraved   in   his   memory   .   .   .   to   remember   her   as   the   pink   angel   with   a   gorgeous   smile   with   both   a   mischievous   yet   loving   light.   

not   as   the   reason   why   humanity   turned   their   backs   on   her.

𝐚   𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝   𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝   𝐟𝐨𝐫   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬   𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧,   etherlight   swirling   in   between   fingertips   in   a   massive   collection   of   power   as   the   hollow   seemed   to   roar   in   retaliation,   almost   like   a   warning   to   stop   whatever   it   is   she   was   preparing   to   do.   &,   without   saying   a   word,   the   world   in   which   her   memories   remained   incomplete   slowly   began   to   have   its   dark   color   fade   into   a   monochrome   tint,   her   incredible   power   to   cease   time   &   space   itself   crept   across   the   skies.   it   showered   itself   down   like   crystalline   sparks   just   as   the   ruined   world   screamed   in   agony   beneath   until   it   was   completely   engulfed   &   silenced.

𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞   𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲   𝐡𝐞𝐫   &   𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬   𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠   𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧   𝐢𝐭𝐬   𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞   𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭.   time   was   captured   &   refrained   from   progressing   as   a   frozen   catastrophe   now   welcomed   their   eyes   in   an   arrangement   of   dull   shades :   ethereals stood in mid attack, soldiers in mid defense, children in mid cries. remielle’s   wings   tightened   around   her   frame,   hiding   from   any   judgment   that   may   befall   upon   her   from   the   nameless.  

❝ i could not bare to watch them all suffer as i struggled to compose myself & offer salvation ⸻ so like a coward, i sealed   everyone   &   everything   in a statis for years before they were saved   .   .   .   and i dare have the guts to say it was out of love. ❞

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;-- im sleepy, who wants an inbox thingy ?

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;-- scorched horizon!belle or something

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;-- LOL THEY FUCKING POSTED IT OFFICIALLY FNDSJKNFJKDSFS

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⋆ · 𖤓 · ⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 ··· a collection of first loves and found family, the quiet courage of being seen, learning to take up space in a world that asked you to make yourself small. genre: romance, hurt and comfort, self discovery, queer joy.

I've been practicing saying it in the mirror for three weeks. It still doesn't sound real.

You're the first person I've told. I need you to understand what that means.

Don't make it a big deal. Also — it's the biggest deal of my life.

I knew when I was seven. I just didn't have the word for it yet.

You looked at her the same way I look at her. I think that's when I knew I wasn't alone.

Say it with me. You don't have to say it to anyone else. Just say it with me first.

My family doesn't know. I need tonight to just be about us knowing.

I came out twice today. Once on accident.

You held my hand in public and I forgot how to breathe for a second.

I spent so long pretending. I don't really know who I am without the pretending yet.

This is the first pride I've been to as myself. Bear with me if I cry a little.

I kept waiting to feel different after I said it. I just felt relieved.

Nobody gets to tell you what your identity means. Not even me.

You're allowed to still be figuring it out. The label can wait. The feeling doesn't have to.

I'm not asking you to announce anything. I'm asking you to stop hiding from me.

You looked so free today. I don't think I've ever seen you look that free.

Love is not a phase. I need you to say that back to me like you mean it.

I've loved you in every version of myself. That has to count for something.

My mother cried. I don't know yet if they were good tears or bad ones.

You didn't flinch. When I told you, you didn't flinch. Do you know what that meant to me?

I used to pray to be different. Now I think I was praying wrong.

Hold my hand. Not for anyone else. Just because I want you to.

I found the community before I found the word. That's how I knew I was home.

You are not too much. You have never been too much.

I spent years shrinking myself into something easier to love. I'm done doing that.

She smiled at me and I forgot every lie I ever told myself.

The world is loud today. Can we just be quiet together for a minute.

I'm not brave. I'm just tired of being afraid.

You loved me before I knew how to love myself. I don't know how to thank you for that.

Stop apologizing for existing so loudly. That's the whole point.

I kept the letter for two years before I sent it. I'm glad I finally sent it.

You're the first person who ever made me feel like this was something to celebrate.

I don't need anyone's permission. I just needed my own.

I'm not confused. I have never been less confused in my life.

You came. After everything, you came. That's all I needed to know.

There are so many of us. I keep forgetting how many of us there are until days like today.

I wrote it down before I could say it. Here. Read it. Take your time.

You make being this feel like the most natural thing in the world.

I hid it for so long it became a habit. Breaking habits is hard. You make it easier.

We don't have to call it anything. We just have to be honest.

I used to think the love I wanted was too much to ask for. Then I met you.

My chosen family showed up today. My blood family didn't. I know which one counts.

You kissed me in front of everyone and I think my whole life changed in that second.

I have never felt more like myself than I do standing here with you.

Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done. Everything else was the hard part.

You told me it gets better and I didn't believe you. I'm starting to believe you.

I don't want to be tolerated. I want to be celebrated. Is that too much to ask.

We made it. Look around. We actually made it here, together, and we're okay.

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;-- what the fuck are we gonna run into at roscaelifer

we're sonic grinding with remielle, some leviathan looking ass thing, sunbringer possibly being an intelligent construct that split herself into three bodies, evil bangboos, like ?? and this point we best see remille and sunbringer go neck to neck with both of them actually chopping each other's limbs or something and us as pyrois fall from the heavens to execute the final blow to whomever and the sky above splits open and heaven baths us in its divine light and we become the new god of bangboos

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;-- summer is my favorite season

belle is the cutest, prettiest, most beautiful character my eyes have ever laid on and i'm not even kidding

what i am kidding on is summer being my favorite season HELL NAH just bc zzz anniversary stuff only kk plz