( the oppressor of beauty . . .
. . . VIL SCHOENHEIT . POMEFIORE )
- an independent portrayal of vil schoenheit , as written by lockit

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@schoenheiit
( the oppressor of beauty . . .
. . . VIL SCHOENHEIT . POMEFIORE )
- an independent portrayal of vil schoenheit , as written by lockit
announcing a full blown hiatus for now, because my god my muse is in the grave. i’ll probably pop back and make some changes when the next story update hits but yeah that’s all from me for now, see ya! my personal blog is @ethicscommitea if you need me
white as snow … burning blue … like or reblog to spread the word about a new indie multi-muse for twis/ted wond/erland !!!!
remember how i said i was moving idia to a mainblog ??? tadaa !!!
NORTH BY NORTHWEST dir. Alfred Hitchcock
u ever give someone a gift and they collapse into sobs at the reminder that to be loved is normal
YOU.
RAIN.
schoenheiit:
vil tends to sleep early, routines set from when she was young to help her maintain her health and energy. early to bed, early to rise, she never really stays up late ( nor sleeps in early ) unless something is on her mind, and on those nights she slips into her robes and takes a stroll. she fiddles with a lighter, remembers parties with the famous folk her age, and snorts. she doesn’t do that stuff anymore, really. it was a rebellious streak, so to speak.
the head of pomefiore is leisurely in her stroll, languid and peaceful, when she does spot cater in the distance, she tilts her head, approaching quietly.
her arms slink around him, warm despite the chill. her hairs down, tickling her face as she peers around at him. such a gesture would like earn schoenheit a fair amount of confused gazes, but it’s alright. she squeezes cater gently, taking a seat beside him on the blanket.
❝ i suppose you can say that. what are you doing out here so late, you’ll catch a chill, diamond. ❞
“Mmm? Let’s make it a date then~ Just a casual one stargazing~” He laughs, moving a little to the side so she had some proper space to sit down on the blanket. He isn’t too sure how she feels about sitting on the (cold) grass below but knows if it’s anything like him - she’d rather not.
“Mmm? Isn’t it obvious?” He teases, pointing a finger up at the sky. “I’m stargazing~” It must be odd for her to see him looking at something other than his phone screen. “The sky has always interested me a liiittle- it’s kinda cool thinking about how those stars can mean something.” He explains simply, relaxing in her company. “Wherever you go… the sky always remains the same too.. it’s nice.”
❝ familiar as always, mm ? ❞ she chuckles, settling behind him with ease. she put her hands down in her lap and took a moment to recuperate, with a deep breath she relaxed, shoulders loosening and body easing against the breeze. she listens, not speaking again and letting him carry the flow of conversation.
vil gazes at him through long lashes — tired eyes taking him in, amethysts sparkling in the light of the moon. she sighs and lies back, uncharacteristically casual, but thats fine. she'll keep him on his toes this way, and besides, her hairs due it's weekly wash. she looks up at the sky, his words ringing gently in her ears.
❝ the night sky scares me, ❞ she says lightly. tilting her head to look at him, arms resting on her stomach. it's a strange confession, one coupled with a soft laugh.
❝ it'll be here forever, long after any of us die. perfect. ever-present. i don't think i could manage that. ❞ she muses, her eyes slip closed. ❝ ... even i will get sick of perfection one day ~. so i'm thankful the stars will always shine. don't you agree, diamond ? ❞
the vilcates.....? the vilcates.
schoenheiit said:
◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind
It had been a while since the night sky had been so cloud free; and so in a moment of reckless thinking, Cater had gathered up a blanket in his arms and made his way out to one of the many open field areas in the college. Maybe he’d find something interesting in the stars tonight, especially with the sky so clear.
Finding a decent enough place that was out of the way (he wasn’t so keen on being socially active right now); he’d sat down on the grass, laying the blanket out to sit on top of as he stared up at the sky.
Admittedly he’d tapped out of reality a little, only snapping back into it the moment he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind, turning his head to see who it was. “Oh?” How did Vil even find him out here- he wasn’t going to question it. “Are you joining me for a date? Wow, what a pleasant surprise ♪” Despite his earlier mood, he seemed happen to make an exception for her.
vil tends to sleep early, routines set from when she was young to help her maintain her health and energy. early to bed, early to rise, she never really stays up late ( nor sleeps in early ) unless something is on her mind, and on those nights she slips into her robes and takes a stroll. she fiddles with a lighter, remembers parties with the famous folk her age, and snorts. she doesn't do that stuff anymore, really. it was a rebellious streak, so to speak.
the head of pomefiore is leisurely in her stroll, languid and peaceful, when she does spot cater in the distance, she tilts her head, approaching quietly.
her arms slink around him, warm despite the chill. her hairs down, tickling her face as she peers around at him. such a gesture would like earn schoenheit a fair amount of confused gazes, but it's alright. she squeezes cater gently, taking a seat beside him on the blanket.
❝ i suppose you can say that. what are you doing out here so late, you'll catch a chill, diamond. ❞
i can’t be fucked to do a fancy promo at the current moment, so this will have to do. please give this a reblog to spread the word about an independent and selective roleplay blog for the fatui harbinger SCARAMOUCHE of the game GENSHIN IMPACT, as penned by plant ( who is very, very new here ).
Touch Starved Meme
My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-
❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest
considering giving my sideblog for idia some love and making it a seperate one for the sake of making asks easier......... mayhaps. i wanna use them more.
@diaquatre : ⇕ = holding their hand
cater is overfamiliar - that much vil remembers whenever they interact. truth be, she doesn’t actually mind it as much as she thought she should. she’s an actor and a model, touchy fans are commonplace that’s simply the reality for a celebrity.
cater is different, however, vil doesn’t feel disgust, nor discomfort when cater invades her space, or speaks a little too casually to her. it’s a refreshing change, so when he slips his hand into hers - and squeezes it no less, the pomefiore head finds herself subconsciously returning the gesture. she’s talking when he does so, instructing another student on preparations for this thing and that thing, she’s sort of forgotten, mind naturally drawn to the warmth now settled in her palm. her voice doesn’t falter even if her concentration does and once she’s done she flicks her amethyst gaze to the shorter student.
❝ is there a reason you’re holding my hand, diamond ? or are you simply feeling courageous today, hm ? ❞
not that she minds, she is curious however. it’s not the biggest deal, after all she’s kissed him in public - on the lips even.
♡ or ⟳ to interact with a new silver from t/wisted w/onderland ! but do so quietly, or else you’ll wake him — !!
this night, a wisp of blue silk and endless longing. i’m flowing out. meet me on the other side.
Before you step foot on The Alcor, you need to answer one question. When the sea is full of perils — why is it that you still wish to come aboard my ship?
Not bad. Be it chess or combat, you always seem to surprise me. Hmm… working with you is quite the novelty. So… I look forward to continuing to work with you, partner.
BEIDOU &&. DILUC. independent + private duo muse blog. AS WRITTEN BY LOCKIT.
@schoenheiit from ——— x.
“Yeah, well, before I definitely wasn’t.” They’d played with makeup when little, like every other six year old, but they quickly learned that it just encouraged praise that felt aimed not at them but at the girl others imagined existed in their place. So they’d stopped. But it had always seemed…cool, even when they couldn’t use it themself.
They allow themself to be examined, chuckling softly. “Yeah, I didn’t figure you could give me a full face. That’s fine. I don’t think makeup’ll ever be a…usual thing for me. But I’d like to learn the basics, at least.” After all, the boys here look good in makeup. Yuu doesn’t think they’re ugly, but it would be nice to be a little less plain sometimes. As they move to follow her, they can’t fight the instinctive itch of discomfort, but they ignore. At the very least, this is a chance to see if if they dislike it as much as they fear. “Thanks, Vil.”
❝ it's not a problem. the other students here are used to such things, even those under kingscholar's wing. so you won't be judged for it. ❞
she isn't looking at them when she says this, but it's clear enough that the request is appealing. vil likes doing other's makeup, maybe it's the perfectionist in her, maybe it's just for fun. she doesn't think about it too tough, that energy can be spent with swatches and techniques.
she leads them to a quiet room within the pomefiore dorm building, just off to the side of the common room. it's extravagantly decorated as most if not all the rooms are, but the lighting here is softer and it's silence is ambient. in the corner there's a small sofa, lavishly patterned and adorned with pillows. it looks comfortable.
❝ take a seat, ill tell one of the other's to bring some refreshments while i go get my things. nobody else should bother you. ❞
she says holding the door open for them with a gloved palm.
❝ i'll only be a moment. ❞
she would've liked to let yuu into her room, but after the mirror incident she wasn't ready for that vulnerability. ( glass on the floor , glass on her vanity , repaired with magic , but forever changed. )
she does as she says, telling a third year who's not needed for class to ready them some tea and treats. and she's quick to gather what she needs.
she's not gone for very long, returning to yuu with a decorative box. she sets it on the table, humming sweetly to herself.
❝ makeup isn't too complicated, even more complex looks are simple enough to create given that you're patient. ❞
she faces them, tying her own hair back into a ponytail before beginning to gently pin their's out of their face.