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Hii! Sorry for the late responses/inactivity on this and our other rp blogs other than reblogging media and such. School and other things have us in a chokehold and it is not letting go. Haha. We will get to things soon, hopefully! Thank you for your patience. <3

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Memories from my grandparent's yard.

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« me when i have to crack down on Selah’s blog being more on the selective side because otherwise it goes against her lore… ahhhh »

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ʚ "you don't have to be ruled by fate." ɞ

requested by @baby-in-a-trench-coat ɞ

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please choose me.

nobody ever chooses me.

please...

accept my version of love, please..

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

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Selah doesn’t answer immediately.

❝ Ena, yes~ ♪ That’s what THEY were called, weren’t THEY? ❞

She says it like someone tasting a word that’s been out of their mouth for too long.

Her smile doesn’t falter, but her eyes—those wide, unfocused voids—narrow just slightly, like she’s trying to remember which part of herself to be.

❝ THEY said I was broken. Or that I would be. Maybe THEY were right. Maybe THEY made it true. ♫❞

She twirls a single finger in the air, drawing invisible shapes, tracing them like constellations only she remembers.

❝ My thoughts are… mm, shuffled, like a song played backward on broken strings. Some days I know who I was. Some days I think I never existed at all. ♫❞

Her wings twitch again. That extra pair at the back of her head flutters, disturbing the air with a sound like a violin string fraying.

At his question, her smile softens—not kind, not cruel, just… tired.

❝ I didn’t show myself because… I couldn’t find the right song. ❞

She twirls, slowly, and the dream-space bends faintly around her like a warped record.

❝ I see things in color, you know? People’s voices. Their souls. Most of them are like noise—gray static and sour brass. But yours? ❞

She giggles.

❝ Yours is clear, Sunday. Polished white. Gold like hymn bells. And just the faintest streak of crimson on the edges… like something trying not to bleed. ❞

A pause.

Then, quietly:

❝ I think I showed myself to you because your song didn’t hurt. ♪ ❞

She looks at him for real this time. No laughter. No tilt of the head. Just the faint shimmer of someone achingly real, trapped behind the curtain of something incomprehensible.

❝ That doesn’t happen often! ♫ ❞

starter for @lamentum-umbrae !! i hope this is alright :D and i used pre!penacony quest sunday, i hope that's alright :')

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sunday has always had a sort of sixth sense for when he is being watched. perhaps it's something to do with master's constant vigilance, constant monitoring of the dreamscape; he's one of the targets of his eyes more than often, after all.

( it is for his own good, though. he knows that. everything master does is helping him.)

but this feels... different. he just can't sense master around anywhere, when usually there's that niggling feeling in the back of his mind. this time, there's only a prickle on the back of his neck. a different set of eyes today, then? how curious.

instead of making a public fuss about it, he chooses to retire early. or, well, at all, because it's about 3 am when he finally sets down his pen and asks, ❝ you have been watching me for quite a while. what is it that interests you? ❞

if it had been any other day, perhaps he would have continued working through the night. well, no, he would have worked through the night.

whoever this is, could he have just asked master about it?... no, no. master would tell him if it was something he should have known about. either it's just another annoying fan, yet another assassin or something neither of them know of. master wouldn't lie to him.

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« When I was coming up with Selah and chatting with some friends, I had this fun thought. I’ve always seen Sunday as like… “HSR Jesus,” all decked out in biblical references and holy vibes. But then I wondered, what if I made someone like him… but also the complete opposite? What if I made a character who mirrored Sunday in some ways but was totally different in others? »

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« That’s when I thought about Robin being a singer, and I started imagining how I could mix music, angels, and a bit of a darker twist. Angels singing is cool, right? It’s biblically accurate, right? But what if we turned that into something a little… creepier? Throw in the fallen angel trope, and bam—Selah Vira was born! »

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« Selah ended up becoming this “other sibling” to Sunday, both in concept, lore, and an inside joke, sharing a few traits but standing in stark contrast to him. While Sunday is all about light, change, and divinity (at least in my opinion), Selah’s more about that haunting, unsettling side of things—eerie lullabies and a presence that makes you second-guess everything. Selah is the creature at the bottom of the dark basement stairs that you run from when you turn off the light, she’s the entity that was created to ensure that nothing changes—and then she lost that divinity. They’re like two sides of the same coin, and their similarities really show when Selah decides to join Sunday’s cause during or after the Penacony quest. For her, it’s a brief moment of finding something that could maybe work in her favor. »

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« Selah is about balance—exploring the tension between two extremes. She has that angelic vibe, but with a twist that flips Sunday’s holiness on its head. I’ve got more details about their post-Penacony lore and before that, but I’ll save that for another post! For now, I’ll leave you with the knowledge that Selah isn’t just the opposite of Sunday—she’s his mirror, reflecting both the similarities and the differences in all the right ways. »

@orderguided

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« playlist drop woooh! »

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« holy shit I almost revealed the biggest personal loredrop because I posted on the wrong blog… my life flashed before my eyes.. »

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« I’ve never heard such a Selah coded song (lie) but this is on the list… I gotta make her playlist.. »

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« I’m. so normal. chat I swear… »

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Hi hello I wrote this over-analyzation of Selah. Based on this description I wrote of her in a roleplay response with @orderguided — I honestly had this in drafts for a VERY long time but forgot about it until now… (sorry for the tag!— I figured that you’d be interested..—)

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If you want to read her character stories for more context ; they are here !

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❛ She looks almost Halovian: delicate, glowing, otherworldly. ❜

« Almost Halovian »

She resembles the Halovians, but doesn’t fully belong — she’s uncanny, not quite right, a facsimile of something divine.

It suggests a disconnect from her origins or her intended form — because something went wrong. She defied the laws of Eidene, and was punished.

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« delicate, glowing, otherworldly. »

Classical traits of angelic or ethereal beings — but in Selah’s case, this beauty masks something horrifying.

Her fragile appearance evokes sympathy, but it’s a trap — her very presence can kill.

The glow references divine radiance (like Moses’ face after seeing God) — only in her case, it’s a light no one can/most cannot survive.

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⋆⋅Continued Under The Cut Since It’s a Long Post… ⋅⋆

❛ But where others simply have the wings under their ears, she has two more curled behind her head, almost like a crown. ❜

« Wings under their ears »

This a standard Halovian feature —but on Selah, it’s.. wrong. The typical wings are supposed to represent her former self as an ‘angel’.

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« Two more curled behind her head— »

Extra wings call to mind the seraphim, who have six wings: two to fly, two to cover their face and two to cover their feet. Selah herself actually used to have six wings, she had two on her back like typical angels/seraphim, but these were removed when she ‘fell’. The wings flecked with crimson cover her mouth usually. Sometimes, if you look close enough, her shadow shows those wings. Though they appear to be made of bone or broken feathers. The wings are broken.

The wings behind her head are supposed to evoke the image of a crown — representing divinity, authority, or holiness… but twisted, incomplete.

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« White, streaked with crimson »

White = purity, divinity.

Crimson = blood, judgment, martyrdom.

The combination is haunting: She is both pure and impure. She didn’t mean to disobey. She only wanted something besides the cruel paradise she had learned to ‘love,’ yet she was still cast out.

« Twitching like they’re listening »

The wings are sentient, or at least aware — like angelic extensions of her perception.

They symbolize her dream-realm omniscience — she hears all things in the unconscious mind.

The twitching makes her unsettling: something alive that shouldn’t be, something that’s in the process of “dying”, but still barely holding on in a way, never at rest.

« The halo floating atop her head is… broken. »

A halo is the ultimate sign of sanctity and grace — the mark of a holy being.

But hers is broken, which says everything:

She was once holy, or at least intended to be.

But fallen, incomplete, fractured.

She knows it’s broken — but she chooses wear it anyway, as a desperate reminder of what she used to be.

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The broken halo is a visual paradox:

It still floats — defying gravity, implying residual divine power.

But its brokenness represent her cracked mind, her fragmented existence, and her lost connection to “God.”

In Summary:

Selah is:

A fallen angel, whose current form screams a tale of lost perfection.

Still beautiful, still sacred, but in a way that induces dread instead of awe.

Her additional wings, bloodstreaked purity, twitching awareness, and broken halo all speak to a being that is unhealed, unfinished, and unbearably divine in the wrong way.

« Thank you for bearing with me this whole post and I HOPE it made sense! It kinda started off as a little 3AM ramble and then got a little too long.. also, let me know if you don’t/do want to be tagged in future lore posts! / VERY NOT FORCED »

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Selah ; Lore Posts Masterlist

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 .ᐟ 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 || 𝑶𝒏𝒆 || 𝑻𝒘𝒐 || 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 || 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒕 ; 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂 .ᐟ 

⋆˚࿔ 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑺𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓…

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 ; 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰

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𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒕 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 ‘𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒉’