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[zorkaya-moved]

𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.

original anti-hero/villain-oriented character written by renata. heavy and dark themes present // 21+ all lore and characters on this blog are fictional and belong to the writer.  multiverse and multiship // heavily selective and highly private. proshippers and minors dni.

[zorkaya]

❅ ― ❝ @sortilegii inquired:

a monster. what does, precisely, define a monster? what lies at the core of the intricate tapestry of its making? is it an othering of sorts, a way of having passed the lines and the confines of the world into something else? for all intents and purposes, then, he is a manner of monster, too. 

the being in front of him does not startle him, neither does it repulse him. Faux God walks not away, turns not his gaze. his tears of gold are meant for all to cleanse, for all to drink and find healing balm in them. he will make no exception for this heart, he will not leave it all be. 

with open arms does he regard her. a silent yet nonetheless implied, In my embrace, you are always welcome! Let the Church of me be your respite! Do permit for the Temple of me to be your home! Tell me your woes, I will listen, I will make them dissipate! Where others fear you, I rejoice in seeing you for I feel your heart. ( hehe Sunday for horror Zarina as requested )

Awakened, the black-ink tears slide down her cheek, porcelain skin akin to a white sheet of paper… Her grief writes its story on her body, she is the mourning and she is the grief. Are you not grieving your losses, young angel? Are you not mourning the paradise that will never come to fruition? Eden has fallen and you will, too, because [end] will find them all. 

Before him stands the [End], the lamenting herald covered in black fabrics and standing a foot taller than he is. The golden eyes of Sunday, the blessed and the cursed, can see the dark red lips that are partially open before they close at his invitation. The black crown with spikes hovers above her head, the veil covers her eyes yet the faint gleam of gold can still be seen beneath it. You cannot look at Finality without being driven insane, do not look into the Abyss for it will stare right back at you. The Simulated United with THEIR gaze on the Trailblaze caused them to die, to perish, to start anew. 

The Herald may not hold the same power of destruction of the mind, but you could hear the wailing sounds from the shadow she casts away before his light. He is gold and white, he is paradise of his own making and the one who shares her Aeon’s [eye] can only look at him with cold apathy, knowing that no matter what, the end is one. Origin is many, but they all will meet their destined end one day. Does he not see the futility? Perhaps, because he lives in the moment, he does not. Such earnest and true wish to step forward. Arrogance of men is amusing, but it is what will lead armies to their salvation or their doom. The one who ruled the land of dream stands before her, a young man who believes himself to be able to embrace the endlessness and the overarching lament.  

“Leave,” her voice comes out with echoes reflecting between them, a reverb that makes the air shake. But her voice is not one of harshness, more of a soft grieving as she looks at him through her veil. He may not see her eyes, but she can see him as clear as the day itself for her eyes can see much. The maiden of Finality, the soul-sister of Elegy, turns to have her side face him instead of her face. Her gloved hands come together in a familiar symbol of prayer, she sighs softly before continuing. 

“Turn your back on Finality, child of man, a monster in the making,” a voice that weighs heavily on others’ shoulders, it will send chills down anyone’s spine for her word is not one of sweetness and gentleness; there is no warmth in the touch of Death. They call her both the bride of Death and Death itself, a maiden who stands above those who regret and lament when a life is lost or they are losing hope. “Create your Paradise where I cannot see for it must withstand the grievances of eternity, else you shall be erased from the prophecy’s gaze.”

Can you truly embrace this weight, child of paradise and pain? In the eyes of the [End], it is naive but brave of you to step forward. And yet, and yet… Return to light, return to the blessings of the living, because you will not be able to hold this existence in your hands as you wish. You cannot save those who wish not to be saved, it is my penance and my punishment. I am atoning through carrying the cries and sobs of endless, by embracing me you will become overwhelmed with the screams of millions. Learn thy lesson, child of angels, there are those who cannot be saved. 

“I am beyond the living’s touch; face the existence of pain in the world you reside in,” as she opens her hands, a small crystal of black floats above her palms. “Do not gaze into the Abyss for now, preacher of acceptance.”

A moment of silence. 

“The Abyss is not yet ready to accept you.”

[zorkaya]

❅ ― ❝ @deathsmaidens inquired:

meta + milou owo

There are many verses shared between the two women we love and adore and because of that I must take a general route with this meta with no specific verse in mind (lol). It's not a shock that Milou and Zarina share A LOT of similar themes seeing as how we've been talking about it, but I want to dive into the differences in their presentation of the same themes. So this meta will touch on several themes they both share and how it reflects on their relationships throughout different verses like HSR, Fernweh, Original, and more.

They are sister figures across many universes and sometimes even step-siblings, which brings a unique dynamic that follows them and ties them together. It is felt through and through, they butt heads and they act like older and younger sibling more often than not. A duo that deserves to enjoy their time together more, a duo that deserves to sit down together in a bar and talk about fun events they've encountered in their lives.

But now, let's dive into differences on same topics. I'll cover two major ones for this meta or else it'll become too long.

The fight for control and the retaining of their own independence continues to be one of the most prevalent parts of their lives. It becomes a fascinating relatability between these two women but also something that they can often clash their heads on and about. Did you notice how in Fernweh they act in a way that speaks "I know what to do and I don't need you to tell me about that" or how in the initial interaction in BG3 the "don't you dare order me around" kind of behavior? It's fascinating how they both may clash in the very same belief that they deserve freedom and deserve to walk their road without anyone else putting their nose into their independence.

Zarina notices how Milou reacts to certain words that may accidentally sound like commands and Milou may do the same, which makes them both react in similar ways that feels like looking into a mirror. However, difference comes from caution vs recklessness that they stand at two different extremes. Milou is a far more reckless individual, far more flamboyant compared to Zarina who is more about cold logic/caution. It is a unique approach to their WAYS of how they react but at the core it's the same retaining of their own choices and moving forward based on their own viewpoints.

Death is a theme that circles in their lives all too often. They face death and they become death. They both can be considered brides of death or even become death itself depending on their choices in each world they exist in. Milou behaves more like a conqueror of death, a person who butt heads with the existence of death to win the title and not let her life be controlled even by the natural entity. Zarina, on the other hand, rejects BEING death from the beginning, a born existence of 'all are equal before death' mentality mixed with 'survival of the fittest'. Sokolova has to come to acceptance instead of fighting, taking on the mantle of Death who has always been destined to become it instead of fighting to defeat it. There is fight within Mingate and there is sorrow within Zarina when it comes to Death and comparing their dance with it.

It also brings out the contrast of true ice within Zarina and Milou's duality of ice/lightning because, as we all know, lightning and ice work really well together but because Milou possesses certain traits from lightning, she has that spark that Zarina does not have. Zarina sees the spark Mingate possess and steps back when she needs to because she trust sin Milou's judgement when it comes to her own personal path. There is respect they both share for each other, and it's something Sokolova will never forget when it comes to interacting with Milou across verses. It's the spiritual understanding how they both work that helps them both enjoy a bit of mischief and eventually find that one spot in a bar, share drinks, and laugh at what they've been up to.

After all, what connects them? Their differences in same themes and similar struggles? It will help them know how to better approach even their own issues or force each other to face them. Because that's what sisters do. Help each other. Support each other even if it means making one face something they are too afraid to face on their own.

[zorkaya-moved]

you are prey in a world of predators.

@lightfallls

Child of light speaks such sweet words to the one who keeps the shackles of shadows in her dainty fingers. It doesn't matter, she thinks, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know. It's better this way and she'll be who he thinks she is. It's better this than to have someone get in her way before she reaches her goal. Acting is in her blood, hollowness will be filled with imagination and mastery of survival and perfected study. From expressions to body language, from word choice to

He can think of her as a damsel in distress and use that to protect her, seeing only elegance and feminine appearance. Actually, it may not be that bad. Power courses through her veins, but Zarina knows brute force won't give her what she wants. Younglings like this boy shouldn't be underestimated solely because she's seen child soldiers and those who have power within them (she, herself, alongside her twin was one).

"But who is not?" Zarina asks softly, tilting her head to the side while giving a soft smile to their other. The world was not fair, it was not kind, and it did not care about anyone but its own order. Even if it meant its own destruction. "In this world, you need to play with cards you're dealt with, right? It doesn't matter how old you are or what you want. A prey in a predator's world? I should hide better, then."

No, the predator here is her and her alone. Elemental power courses through her veins and through every cell in her body. She is the wolf in sheep's clothing, a snake beneath a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a beast in the beauty. A sweet smile, a word of adoration, and the appearance of an ethereal goddess. This one knows too much about how to play her cards correctly, leading so many to succumb their wills to satiate her interest and her boredom. The true consort of darkness stands before this young man, but she won't raise her hand against him until there is need. A child, an elder, a teenager, an adult - it doesn't matter, if they stand in her way she'll slay all of them.

But right now? They are just acquaintances. They meet and he gave his 'kind word' to her. Adorable, isn't it?

"Thank you for your worry, but worry about yourself first and foremost. I learned how to hide, but I don't think you're one to use that strategy. Is that right?" A question to see where he stands, a simple small talk to entertain her boredom. erase the silence.

[zorkaya-moved]

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

@al-hazen

It's not always the Scribe who can capture her between a wall and himself, it can so easily be turned around. It's exactly what she wanted: to get him where she wanted and to strike akin the huntress that she's always been, ever since her birth. It's exciting when he speaks to her in such daring and borderline snarky manner, his dry humor may scare away others but Sokolova finds herself concentrating too much on the sound of his voice and bask in that honeyed sensation it brings to her ears. It's been a local joke about them: Al-Haytham can speak the letters of Pi and she'd listen with a lovestruck expression on her face. So in love, so deeply and utterly in love.

But right now, she's all passion and sharpness. Not giving a moment of turning the tables against her. It's her turn to press him against the wall and capture his lips with her own. It's a kiss of claim, a kiss of daring wishes, a kiss of love. A love that lightens up the candles and makes the summer heat of Sumeru feel just a bit chiller from how intoxicating the feeling is.

Zarina kisses Al-Haytham like it's breathing, essential to her existence. Her fingers curl around his wrist, pressing it against the wall but then she changes her hold to intertwine their fingers together and hold his hand like that as she indulges in the feel of his lips. He's known as the lunatic, as the man who others don't want to cross, as the person whose sharp gave can cut you in two. But she knows what happens behind closed doors and what hides beneath those seemingly pride-like behaviors. Al-Haytham can be as passionate as she can be, and he can greedy. Oh, she loves it when he shows his greed when it comes to her.

It's her turn to keep him occupied. It's her turn to cage him. It's her turn to remind him that she, too, is a hawk and a woman of power despite usually using her silver tongue to talk her out of situations. Chest against chest, lips against lips, heart against heart. They fit so perfectly against each other like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. Zarina can't help but bite down on his lower lip teasingly before letting her tongue slide across that bite as if she apologized (she didn't). It's all to claim, to show her attraction, to confess her love in action.

And when their lips part, golden eyes shine with love and passion. It's rare for her eyes to shine so brightly with emotion, but they shine because it's him. It's him and that's all that matters.

"I hope I didn't hold you off for too long, dear Scribe," she shows no sign of any regret over her actions. Her words are a purr as if she's a cat delighted with her new delicacy. "Consider it your punishment for not paying attention to me."

Zarina chuckles then, but gives his hand a light squeeze.

"Wish I made you so, so late that others would talk, but..." Her lips curl into another satisfied smile. "...I don't want anyone to give you overtime and wait for you at home longer."

[ofqilins]

@fxmiliarity

The half-Qilin knows when someone is different. Be it Traveler from another world or another being who was similar to herself or to those whom she had known before. Be it youkai or adepti or another entity altogether, everyone has a certain aura surrounding their existence. Qilins, with their benevolent and sensitive nature, have felt when there was a mystery surrounding a person. It's been too long since she had witnessed or met anyone who befitted a similar aura as her comrades from the Archon War. Someone powerful, someone ancient, someone truly praiseworthy. Though, unlike those who would sense power and think of how dangerous it was, Qilins were also known as those who could sense good and bad from others. Be it the whirlpool of chaos or the gentle sun rays radiating from someone. Ganyu, upon being half-Qilin, did sense those things acutely but not to the point of her ancestors. Sometimes, it's both a blessing and a curse. 

"Are you, perhaps, searching for someone?" Ganyu approaches the starlit person with a kind and friendly smile. As the Qixing's General Secretary, she wishes to protect all those who have entered the city and who sought refuge here. It was akin to Guili Plains where others have found peace and safety, sometimes even home. On that note, Ganyu didn't wish to spook or shock or scare the other away. Who knew what was their reason to remain within Liyue Harbor? It was rare for her to have the joy of meeting those who possessed an existence similar to herself and to that of her Lord. "I apologize if I startled you. My name is Ganyu, I'm the General Secretary of Qixing. If you have any inquiries regarding any person or any place, please, ask right away. I don't believe we've met before."

[bllackblooded-blog-blog]

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