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❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style.

self indulgent prompts — ( always accepting ! )

THE WRONG SHADE OF BLUE is what robin opens his eyes to.  too bright, the highlight of strands complement silk but not fluff.  locks of blue that style more firm and less reckless.  more proper and less obnoxious.  it doesn’t mean that robin refuses to acknowledge and adapt to the relaxed form that his body rests in.  the wrong shade of blue and yet robin almost lets a name slip from his lips, one that surely doesn’t belong to the individual that holds him in their arms.

and it is a fact that robin fails to fully realize until a voice speaks out his title, his name.  it’s all too easy for the hue of rose to dust his face.  a muttered hum before godling opens his eyes to the sight of blue.   (   it is the wrong shade.  it will always be the wrong shade.  you continue to search for something already lost.   )   by uniform, robin is able to recognize the individual carrying him.  although, he is not sure why.  had he fallen asleep in the courtyard earlier?  passed out?  where had the fellow come to raise him from the ground?  where had he fallen on the ground?

“   kris,   ”   he looks away immediately when his voice causes kris to turn his attention towards him.  golden eyes follow the print of kris’ jacket instead of his gaze.  fatigue still attempts to cling onto his eyelids and pull them downwards but recognition of walls and domain flicker energy back into his veins, into his body.   “   kris,   ”   robin says again,   “   where... what happened?   ”

there is a comfort, though, of being carried.  the comfort of having him, a bundle of insecurity and false identity under mage robes, being able to rest in another’s arms and allow someone else, for once, to guide the tide of movement.  still, he does not know the reason behind the action.  this is enough in itself to raise suspicion and concern in the space where any gratitude may grow.  is it selfish to wish to be held longer?

“   am i injured?   ”   for emphasis and question, robin attempts to move his feet, which dangle from the side of kris’ arm.  fortunately, there’s no pain that arches into the curve of his ankle or foot.  there is the remnant of ache, but that can be reduced to the strain of having to be in one position for a while.  which means... suddenly, memory flickers to life in his head.  the lack of events between his trip to the marketplace and now, waking up in kris’ arms.  surely, he must have passed out.

(   it is not a question of cause; you are known to work this mortal body past its limits and boundaries.  all in hopes of discovering what exactly?  has he not shown you the greatest lengths of power that this frail body can take?   )

anxiety slips from his lips in the form of a small laugh, hands pressed against his lower face in an attempt to cover the blush and embarrassment that makes a home in his expression.  composure easily lost.  thankfully, kris takes the moment of silence to elaborate on the situation; he found robin lying on the ground in the marketplace with a merchant trying to wake him up and he carried him back to the monastery.

robin nods, turning his face back to being slightly pressed against kris’ shoulder.   “   thank you... um, you can set me down now, if you’d like to.   ”   a pause and it’s almost possible to say that robin sees the beginnings of a grin on kris’ face.   “   ...please do, a-actually.   ”

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@grimalealkin asked: ❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

Her footsteps moved so fast that she could barely hear them, so fast that she could barely control where she was going. She nearly slammed into a wall, stumbling as she regained her balance. Her heart raced as her dark eyes stared into his gold ones, tears threatening to spill. She all but jumped into his arms, desperate for the comfort of a real father again. It had been... far too long for her. 

"Dad..." Somehow, she had a feeling that he wasn't from a timeline that knew her, but ah well. She'd gotten used to disappointment throughout her time at the academy. What was... one more, right?

IT’S THE RECOGNITION IN HER EYES that stops robin’s stride mid-step.  his hand, once raised to ridicule and lecture such a student running recklessly, freezes when their gazes connect.  the robe that hang from her uniform; same stitching, picked seams, material   —   dare he say that the owner of the uniform is him and not her.  shock grinds his teeth together and clenches at his jaw when her body hits his at full force.  a force that his body fails to adapt to; arms closing hesitantly around her in an embrace that he has no feeling of remembering.  ever doing, even.

the girl all but presses her face against his chest, clutching at the fabric of his cloak and—

dad.

robin blinks.  once at the empty space of the hallway, twice at the crown of the girl’s head, and three times to cover the fear pursing his lips.  the surprise and guilt of failing memory that serves to seize his heart and never let go.   (   you almost threaten to cover the entire moment as a mistake.  as a shadow of the guilt you wore upon waking up in a world that was not yours.  to have a child means to have the responsibility of another life, another person.  you are a vessel before you are a tactician.  you are a tactician before you are a human.  when did you bear the rights of a father?   )

godling’s fingers grasp at the fabric of her robe.  nails beg to tear into seams and material.  with his gaze cast only on her, robin pulls her out of the embrace, keeping his hands held tight over her upper arms.   “   i...   ”   a master of strategy and yet now, composure breaks and words slip from his tongue and back into his throat.  he clears it,   “   i’m... sorry, i...   ”

it is a question that would tear into his heart if their positions were thrown into a switch.   “   do i know you?   ”   but he isn’t.  and he knows that he has never been wed or allowed a child to fill the space of his arms.  a child of his blood.

still, robin is a tactician before he is a human.  it doesn’t take a genius to understand the weight of the situation that lies in front of him.  so, with a hesitant glance thrown away from the girl, he swallows his confusion and releases her arms; instead, resting a hand on her shoulder, as if to beckon and guide before to comfort.   “   have you confused me for someone else?  is there... um, we shouldn’t do this here, you look close to fainting.   ”

the space around them is empty, still, and there’s no sight or sound that simmers if not created by them two. a concerned smile pulls at the bow of his lips as he motions to the side of the hallway.  no bench but to force the girl to move any further than she had when her legs brought her to barrel down the corridor would be insensitive.  the other rooms are a far distance from this wing of the monastery...

“   here, sit down.  classes aren’t starting in an hour and...   ”   robin’s focus shifts immediately to her uniform   —   her robe.   “   may i ask where you got that from?   ”

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 : 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

TAGGED BY: rai & the dash, my beloveds TAGGING: youuu ( soulja boy tell ‘em—

carmilla．   giant featherbeds． tightening a corset． moonlit walks． killing for love． cruelty for the sake of love． love is always selfish． romantic tragedy． love to the brink of destruction． nighttime rendezvous． bloody kisses on soft skin． death was the maiden． a very strange agony． claimed by the supernatural． dreaming about your lover． sympathy for the devil． loving me to death． candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand． a passion that wearies you． killing the one you love．

phantom of the opera． a single red rose laid out to be found． sensual voices singing them to sleep． a familiar shadow attending every recital． love waits on the rooftop in the night． two soulmates holding hands． walking down long corridors． retrieving something lost． devoting one’s craft to them． making them your muse． the horror was for love． painted faces on parade． gentle touches in the dark． revealing your darkest secrets． beauty and the beast． writing messages on the mirror． kindness conquers all． letting your lover go． love never dies．

jane eyre． loving the escape． an impassioned affair． being consumed by love． meeting your soulmate． lace and silk． thirsting for the perfect romance． marrying for passion． losing yourself in the face of your lover． wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses． maddened by love． finding warmth in the cold． calling out for your love． starting at the bottom． the fire cleanses all． hiding your passion． your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you．

the picture of dorian gray． painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love． meeting in secret． visions of your lover dying． clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest． love so consuming you kill them． protecting their innocence at all costs． betrayal． polyamory． devotion． flowers for the one you love． remembering the name of your first love． jealousy when you see them with someone else． love so consuming you die for it． visiting the the place where you saw them the first time．

the count of monte cristo． letters to your lover． marrying for love． these bars can’t keep me from you． motivated by love． an avenging angel． scorching jealousy． love reborn． devoted to memory． it was all for you． going your separate ways． commit murder for me． an unstoppable hunger． death comes for us all． the strongest love eventually grows apart．

dracula． the holiest love． girls love wolves． the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb． violence is passion． red lips, sharp teeth． love letters in a diary． unrelenting support． getting lost in the woods． coming home to you． walking backwards into hell． vengeance for my love． even death won’t stop me． we can live forever． love is an open wound． too much love to give． bestowing your favour． a never-ending thirst． beauty even in death． ravenous desire． if only death had a heart to give． a mercy killing． these violent delights have violent ends．

frankenstein． childhood friends to lovers． they were something out of a dream． arranged marriages． learning to love． was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds． vengeance, my love． dismembered body parts． my beating heart in your open palm． your death destroys me． adam and eve． crossing the mountains． an antagonist in mourning． paradise lost． the loss of innocence． abandoning your dream． the tempest on the horizon． humans are the real monsters． my love is wiser than my hate．

UNDER THE CUT: robin’s preferences in reading tropes

carmilla．   giant featherbeds． tightening a corset． moonlit walks． killing for love． cruelty for the sake of love． love is always selfish． romantic tragedy． love to the brink of destruction． nighttime rendezvous． bloody kisses on soft skin． death was the maiden． a very strange agony． claimed by the supernatural． dreaming about your lover． sympathy for the devil． loving me to death． candlesticks lighting up the palm of your hand． a passion that wearies you． killing the one you love．

phantom of the opera． a single red rose laid out to be found． sensual voices singing them to sleep． a familiar shadow attending every recital． love waits on the rooftop in the night． two soulmates holding hands． walking down long corridors． retrieving something lost． devoting one’s craft to them． making them your muse． the horror was for love． painted faces on parade． gentle touches in the dark． revealing your darkest secrets． beauty and the beast． writing messages on the mirror． kindness conquers all． letting your lover go． love never dies．

jane eyre． loving the escape． an impassioned affair． being consumed by love． meeting your soulmate． lace and silk． thirsting for the perfect romance． marrying for passion． losing yourself in the face of your lover． wedding veils and bouquets of pink roses． maddened by love． finding warmth in the cold． calling out for your love． starting at the bottom． the fire cleanses all． hiding your passion． your love will destroy me / my love will destroy you．

the picture of dorian gray． painting a portrait or sketching the face of someone you love． meeting in secret． visions of your lover dying． clutching a lover’s clothes to your chest． love so consuming you kill them． protecting their innocence at all costs． betrayal． polyamory． devotion． flowers for the one you love． remembering the name of your first love． jealousy when you see them with someone else． love so consuming you die for it． visiting the the place where you saw them the first time．

the count of monte cristo． letters to your lover． marrying for love． these bars can’t keep me from you． motivated by love． an avenging angel． scorching jealousy． love reborn． devoted to memory． it was all for you． going your separate ways． commit murder for me． an unstoppable hunger． death comes for us all． the strongest love eventually grows apart．

dracula． the holiest love． girls love wolves． the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb． violence is passion． red lips, sharp teeth． love letters in a diary． unrelenting support． getting lost in the woods． coming home to you． walking backwards into hell． vengeance for my love． even death won’t stop me． we can live forever． love is an open wound． too much love to give． bestowing your favour． a never-ending thirst． beauty even in death． ravenous desire． if only death had a heart to give． a mercy killing． these violent delights have violent ends．

frankenstein． childhood friends to lovers． they were something out of a dream． arranged marriages． learning to love． was it all really worth it? our guilt can know no bounds． vengeance, my love． dismembered body parts． my beating heart in your open palm． your death destroys me． adam and eve． crossing the mountains． an antagonist in mourning． paradise lost． the loss of innocence． abandoning your dream． the tempest on the horizon． humans are the real monsters． my love is wiser than my hate．

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❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

self indulgent prompts — ( always accepting ! )

THE OFFER IS GRACIOUS, and with only the intentions of beginning a bond between knight and professor, robin accepts.  for sigurd to allow them a few moments beforehand to prepare is proof of another’s kindness, another offered chance that they eagerly take.  although either way, robin would have prepared a quick and easy plan to last long enough throughout the battle to make a dent in sigurd’s advances.  by build and choice of weapon, it’s safe to assume sigurd prefers offensive positions on the battlefield.  whether that’d be cutting down enemies on the front lines or acting as the target to take damage off of an ally.

there are no allies here, though, so robin suspects the former and steps into the training hall, iron sword in hand. when positions are taken, they allow sigurd to move first, despite the lack of control that the decision would bring them.  to be stuck dodging and blocking is a mere test of stamina and strength, both that robin didn’t have much of an advantage in.  obvious when one of sigurd’s strikes nearly knock robin off their feet.

it’s the moment where they abandon the idea in their head and finalize a new one.  a better one, formed of a mage’s speed and flexibility rather than focusing on the difference in strength between both men.  it’s also moments before sigurd’s blade defies momentum and parries upwards against robin’s sword.  gloved fingers grip onto robin’s shirt and with embarrassing ease, godling is pulled out of the stumble and a push of weight sends him to the ground underneath sigurd’s hand.  shock and adrenaline soften the fall before realization settles that the session is over quicker than he expected.

“   oh,   ”   is the only coherent response that leaves his lips when pressure of fingers curled around his forearms tighten by reflex.  robin blinks.  once, twice, and a third, with his gaze moving from the hand on his right arm to sigurd’s face above his.  now, in the moment of being almost completely blanketed by the prince’s shadow, robin realizes how small he is in comparison.  sudden, the overwhelming senses become.  godling redirects his gaze in a rush, hand twitching at the knowledge that sigurd is still above him.  that he is still the object of someone’s gaze.

sepia skin flushes easily, alike the immediate response of magic to a prodigy’s call.  robin’s fingers awkwardly brush against the back of sigurd’s arm,   “   you can... uh... you can get up now!  t-thank you for the spar.  um, your performance was an effective display of swordsmanship.   ”

godling bites the inside of his cheek, well too overwhelmed to attempt a rewording for the stutters passing into his words.  proximity is enough to realize and translate features into one’s mind, yes, but at this closeness, the blur of his thoughts will only recognize indulgence of sight.  the triumphant smile that settles into the curve of sigurd’s lips.  the confidence that he easily wears like a crown. the prayers for sigurd to get up that sound too half-hearted in robin’s head.

maybe sigurd hadn’t heard him?  naga help then.

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posted to the server and now, the dash. simply a repost. ping me in the plotting channel to grab a thread, my dms are closed.

MISSION BOARD.

due to robin being an unaffiliated muse, he is available for all prompts below. feel free to ask for his assistance on one, even if i didn't put it down.

- any weapon +1 ( EDAIN ) , job interview prompt ( MORGEN ) , reason +1

NON-MISSION BOARD.

only really looking for the skill point-based prompts but you may drag robin for anything on the board or off.

- flying +1 , sword +1 ( ELM )

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❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

"ROBIN!"

Priam had a few moments mid charge to realize that perhaps he shouldn't challenge Robin to a spar on sight, and instead when in for a combative hug tackle. "Oof! Heh, alright there?"

self indulgent prompts — ( always accepting ! )

DAMN THE ACADEMY STRUCTURE for how narrow the hallway corners cut into the space.  by the time that robin hears the voice, moments quickly fade into seconds easily disposed of.  they jump at the sound, turning around with half the heart to yell out a somewhat respect concern of atmosphere and the only students behind them are ones whose attention has, too, been pressed onto their lonesome figure.  it’s quite inaccurate to assume that priam knew they were traveling down this specific hallway, at this specific time, but little is left to imagination when a look sideways connects just as easily as priam’s body against theirs.

robin’s scream   —   or, whatever noise that fell from their lips   —   is muffled immediately by priam’s shirt when the embrace tugs them forward.  awkwardly, of course, and uncomfortably so when momentum drives them to fall on the floor.  expected due to the height and build difference of the two.   (   despite the ache and irritation, you cannot bring yourself to dislike this, can you?  an ally’s trust oh so easy to manipulate one’s emotion.   )

thankfully, priam has shown progress in his attentiveness.  he lifts himself up just enough for robin to inhale correctly again, albeit with a stutter and strained breath.  not dazed enough from the contact between head and ground to hide the laugh that weakly comes out.

“   n-no, i’m not...   ”   yet said with an amused smile.  robin pats priam on the arm, rubbing their eye with the back of their opposite hand.   “   but thank you for the greeting?  i’m glad to see you again, priam.   ”

confusion does begin to simmer within their mind as priam gets up.  confusion of quite a few things.  priam’s presence here seems... odd, since robin doesn’t remember seeing him depart from the army and reconstruction.  though, all the same, they can’t find it in them to be shocked, only intrigued.  the only other factor that surprises them would be the normalcy of allowing students to throw their full weight upon professors in greeting... better that than a sudden clash of blades, they suppose.

“   to be fair,   ”   robin rises to sit up, rolling their shoulders slightly in hopes of relieving any ache.   “   i didn’t expect to see you here.   (   definitely not first thing in the morning.   )  though, uh... i trust that you’ve been wELL—?!   ”   in response to... whatever the hell was implied, priam takes robin’s hand and pulls them to their feet.  a bit roughly but the assistance is appreciated.  somewhat.

“   please remember our difference in size, priam...   ”

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An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TACTICIAN ROBIN !! - icons, with dark academia, for @ta6ris.

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a few small notes on portrayal & characterization:

( thank you for taking the time to read this and sorry for my insanity, )

ONE.  robin is written following the events of awakening’s game, not including future’s past. he is not from the timeline as the majority of the awakening cast in toa. instead, he is written in an alternate universe, one that consists of him not marrying and having no children. of course, this has spoken to with the mun of f!morgan and we hope to explore a certain dynamic between the two in terms of learning about themselves and each other.

TWO. robin is also written as a transmasc nonbinary man, meaning he uses he / they pronouns. i will treat this the same way as i do with ophelia. there was an excerpt of the post relating to ophelia’s pronouns that will basically go the same way but i’ll switch from two instead of three. with robin also being gay, this means that f!morgan’s other parent will be a man and not one of the female characters.

THREE.  a personal and indulgent headcanon i have for him is that robin is dark-skinned. and i’d appreciate it if all descriptions of him on the dash went along w this headcanon! if it’s too much trouble then please refrain from describing his appearance at all.

( i don’t want to sound harsh but i’ve had people— not in toa— in the past completely ignore a muse’s headcanoned skin color and describe it wrong. people also don’t necessarily draw my muses but if you do— and it’s supposed to be a colored drawing of toa!robin— then ask me for the specific tone needed to color him. ) ( basically a copy / rewrite of a rule on ophelia’s blog. )

FOUR.  another note on robin’s portrayal; in his timeline, he didn’t sacrifice his life to kill grima.  due to this and the state that grima is currently in now, robin continues to suffer from migraines and headaches as an effect to the brand he still has plus the voice still present in his head. the voice will mainly be present in the prose and writing i put in parentheses within the in-character post. there will be slight gaslighting and victim blaming due to it being a remnant of grima that speaks to him. of course, all heavy items of discussion will be left out.

TBA.  when needed, more notes will be added here. tags to be made soon.