#c: merry wanderer (robin garland)

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The reversed Magician is a master of illusion and manipulation. The magic she performs is one of deception. The reversed Hierophant is all about rebellion. He epitomizes rejection of the stale, the mundane, the traditional and dogmatic. Together, they represent agency and power at the risk of self-destruction.

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@magikheir from [x]

She hadn't expected him to come with. But Robin's not about to complain. It's nicer of him than she'd been. It's not like her to be so abrupt, but she just couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer. Offering Quentin a small smile, she holds the door open, gesturing for him to lead the way.

"Yeah--yeah, that sounds amazing, actually. Thanks."

Hopefully the walk would be enough to clear her head.

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@thwipsthrown said: ✏️ | send ✏️ for an incorrect quotes edit

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What God Do You Worship?

God of Firelight

This God does not watch the day, in all its inane mundanity, nor the opening notes of the swirling dusk-- they are the evening alight, voices rising over champagne and thrumming song, the prayer a gambler makes when they touch their left wrist twice before they draw. The God of Time Alight watch over the place where darkness is compromised in the convivial, the carnal, and the carnival, and their heart burns on song.

Stolen from: @the-mocking-robin

Tagging: be gay do crimes

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@bruz3r from [x]

She puffs up, all the offense a six year old body can muster.

"I'm not scared."

Not of the dark, not of the bogeyman. Mostly. She has nightmares, sometimes. Everyone says that's normal. That she's got a good imagination. She's kind of surprised that last night wasn't a dream too. But she's still here, swinging her legs and poking at a bowl of oatmeal, so.

(Plus, she'd given herself a pinch, just in case.)

"'M just curious. It sounds like it hurts."

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@thwipsthrown said: [WORDS | 👂] The first words your soulmate speaks to you is written somewhere on your body. (remy & robin :) ) | soulmate au asks | accepting (platonically and romantically)

Her sleeves are rucked up by movement as she pushes open the door to Remy's apartment, gloves hitting just low enough on her wrist to show the silvered top branches of her old brand. She doesn't usually wear them off work, but she's a performer at the end of the day. Magic is all in the reveal.

And God, she's got something to share.

"Hey, baby."

Robin shrugs her duffel bag off her shoulder and lets it drop onto the couch along with her keys--she'll deal with them later. Meets Remy halfway, cupping his cheek as they pull each other close for a deep welcome home kiss. His touch is achingly familiar. Despite her excitement, some of the tension leaches from her shoulders. When they part, she keeps close, leaning her forehead against his.

"I've got a surprise for you," she murmurs, unable to stop her grin.

She'd spent the whole ride back tracing them over and over again, the spikes and whorls of Remy's distinct handwriting. There's no difference in the texture of her skin, even where it overlays the scar. But she'd swear she can still feel it. Two simple words, written over her pulse point--on her beating heart.

It's...

--

...fading," her target said, and for a second Robin couldn't tell if he meant her to hear it. Not with how he was looking right through her with those piercing eyes.

Back toward the county line.

Nothing made her miss California like summer in the south. Desert heat was brutal, sure, but at least it felt clean. Didn't stick to her skin; didn't fill her lungs like breathing something thicker than air. It was a concession to safety that she was even still in jeans. The only concession, her helmet and leathers tucked away in her saddlebags.

She held out a hand. An invitation. No need to start on bad terms when she was here for a favor. A favor that included keeping Lebeau from committing suicide by going home when every member of the local Guildhall--and some who'd been in town for the wedding, from what she'd heard--would be prowling for his blood.

Truth was, she'd have to follow if he went. And that'd just end badly for the both of them.

"Come with me. Please."

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

  bold what applies, italics what sometimes applies, strikethrough never applies.

. FLAWS .

moody.   short - tempered. emotionally  unstable.    whiny.    controlling.   conceited.   possessive.  paranoid. lies. impatient. cowardly.   bitter. selfish.   power - hungry.   greedy.   lazy.   judgmental. forgetful.   impulsive.   spiteful. stubborn. sadistic.   petty.    unlucky.    absent - minded. abusive.     aggressive. childish.   callous.    clingy.    delusional. cocky.  competitive.    corrupt.   cynical.   cruel.   deranged. egotistical.    envious.   insecure.   insensitive. delinquent.   guilt  complex.   reclusive.   reckless.   nervous.    oversensitive.

.    STRENGTHS .

honest. trustworthy. thoughtful.   caring.  brave.   patient.    selfless.  ambitious.  tolerant.   lucky.   intelligent. confident.   focused.   humble.   generous.    merciful.   observant.  wise.   clever.  charming. cheerful.   optimistic.   decisive.adaptive.   calm.   protective.   proud.    diligent. considerate.  compassionate.   good  sportsmanship.    friendly.   empathetic.   passionate. reliable.  resourceful. sensible.  sincere. witty. funny.

.    SKILLS  &  HOBBIES .

art.   acting.    astronomy.    animals.    archery.    sports.   baking. beach  combing.    bird  watching.    blacksmithing.    boating.    calligraphy.   camping.    candle making.   casino  gambling.    ceramics.    racing.   chess.    music.   cooking.    crochet.    weaving.   exercise.   sword.    fishing.   gardening.   ghost  hunting.  ice  skating.   magic.   engineering.    building.   video games.   inventing.    leather working.   martial  arts.    meditation.   origami.   parkour. people  watching. swimming.    puppetry.    pyrotechnics.    quilting.   reading. collecting.   shopping. socializing.   storytelling.    writing. traveling. dancing.    minor  /  major  potion  tricks  and  trinkets.   billiards.

tagged by: @thwipsthrown bc we're deep in the brainrot

tagging: steal it steal it steal it

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@rvnawaytrain said: “ Your mind is a weapon. Keep it loaded. ”

"Oh--darling, haven't you heard? Brainlessness runs in the family."

Robin's laugh is practiced, a high, tinkling thing that implies she's only partially in on the joke.

She may not have her father's mind, but she has his training. Not that she needs it to suspect that the other woman knows more than she's letting on. Robin reaches out, still in idle character but gentle as she pats her arm.

"What would I ever need a weapon for, here?"

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@rvnawaytrain said: " If you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, i'm gonna shoot you in the fucking face."

"Sounds like someone's gonna get bricked up in a tunnel to wonder if she'll ever be allowed out to pull a train again."

Robin sing-songs the sentence before pausing. On second thought....yeah, it was funny, but maybe a bit much. Whoops.

"....Alright, that sounded way more threatening out loud. I am not actually going to Cask of Amontillado you for being a downer."

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robin and m'gann. shapeshifting impacting your relationship with gender in equal and opposite ways.

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♡ ♥💕❤😘 Valentine’s Headcanons ♡ ♥💕❤😘

Shay is working. Love songs in the evening, songs to make you forget your lonely heart into the night. People get so loose-lipped and trusting when emotions are high and they just want to connect. Too bad it’s hungry work.

Robin is the galentine’s queen [gender neutral]. Sleepover rights. If she’s got an oven, she bakes in addition to the truckloads of ice cream. BYOB. It’s a celebration of love, alwaysalwaysalways, and though she’ll never judge if you prefer to spend it with a partner she’ll make sure you know you’ll be missed. That even though she’s not always around, she cares.

Pris only really celebrates if she has a partner who does. It’s nice to do something sweet together, but she’s likely to care more about anniversaries, and is one of those saps who says something about how she wants to make her partner feel loved every day.

Bo-Katan is more of a romantic at heart than you might think, though she’s not into big celebrations or public gestures. It’s the thought that counts. If you manage to be in a relationship with her, you’ll probably find her doing (what she thinks of as) little thoughtful things throughout the day. Getting you breakfast, taking extra time to spend with you. She always makes you a priority, but her sense of duty can spare one day of being put in second place.

Kaz can get into it. Take her out for a drive, let her kiss you in public, sappy I-love-yous and enough doe eyes to make everyone else want to leave the room. She won’t go overboard if you’re not comfortable with it, and she’s never gonna be a hearts-and-bears sort of girl, but some chocolate and flowers wouldn’t go amiss, and she’s likely to either make or get you something truly heartfelt even if it’s not extravagant. We’ve got each other, and that’s a lot for love...

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@brucieboy297 from [x]

“Where’s the love, B-2?”

There’s a little less pep in the repartée than usual. With the adrenaline of hopping universes fading, she’s relying on training to keep herself on her feet.

“We need your help.”

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@king-crane said: 👥 (you choose which muse uwu) | send 👥 for a headcanon of our muses

-Gotham likes to come to Jon on fall nights, though she’s been known to wander in randomly. Cities, like cats, can go where they please. Sometimes he sees her after a particularly bad fight or injury, and whether that’s a dream or a vision or a hallucination is anybody’s guess.

-Robin wanting something as ridiculous as a glaive is like at least 20% Jon’s fault, like, c’mon, a scythe? that’s sick as hell. but can she be derivative? absolutely not. glaive time. take responsibility for your actions, ‘crow.

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anonymous said: what are robins top kinks? | send NSFW questions and my muses MUST answer

“Bondage--what can I say, I’m a walking cliche--and dirty talk. Nothing gets me faster than being told how bad someone wants me. Exhibitionism, if you’re lucky. You know what they say; you can take the girl off the stage....”

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@brokentoys​ said: "I run, but I never walk. I possess a bed, but I do not sleep. What am I ? "

“A truck.”

Firebird throws back the response with what she’d like to think is a surprising amount of both patience and quick wit, considering the circumstances.

“Are we really just doing family game night?”

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the legend of the firebird is one of transformation...