⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * ❛ because I'm somewhere 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍⠀／⠀my 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & my 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘⠀／⠀ you see, i'm somewhere 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍⠀／⠀my life is 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑺⠀／⠀somebody 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 .

a god must feed. a god must be fed.

TELL ME WHERE TO 𝐋𝐈𝐄. ╱ SHOW ME HOW TO 𝐃𝐈𝐄.

a CANON PORTRAYAL of Nanno from Girl From Nowhere portraying an ORIGINAL CHARACTER , Akako.

May   your   life   be   as   tenacious   as   an   old   tree,   with   each   and   every   ring   telling   a   beautiful   tale. 

An indie RP blog for Linnea of GENSHIN IMPACT. (Not affiliated with the hoyoverse RPC.) written and adored by Flora!!! 21+

☆ what does your muse smell like ? ⸻ gunpowder, recently fired bullets . his metal body can't retain scent like human skin, but oils & lubricants to keep his joints moving floats around in his scent profile . his clothes smell like leather, that high quality leather smell . his hair smells the best, though . like a rich vanilla & bourbon oak . it's the last bit of his humanity, & he really takes care of it .

☆ what do your muse’s hands feel like ? ⸻ they're both hard & unforgiving metal . but a lot can be felt when they're held . the alloy will warm with skin contact, much like leaving an unseen mark on him when contact is made . they can be startlingly cold, especially when unexpected touches lay on warm skin . the palms have sections of gripping material to help him hold his guns a little easier, & is like the sensation of a sharkskin ; smooth one way, but not the other . the lines are elegant, & the metal feels sleek . the way he holds his power back can be felt in how gingerly he will touch others, but sometimes his strength is forgotten, & the same hands can easily bruise & break skin or bones if he wants to .

☆ what does your muse usually eat in a day ? ⸻ being about ninety - seven percent machine, eating organic food is no longer viable . restricted to getting his energy through charging via the port at his lower back, he no longer has to rely on sustenance to get by . he will eat bullets -- chew & swallow -- but the inorganic matter doesn't affect his insides like consuming organic food would ( it would rot inside his body ) . he gets around his restrictive diet by doing the rather gross thing of sticking his tongue out to taste organic food & drink, much to the disappointment of those around him . he may bite things as well for the same reason, but still has to spit them back out to avoid swallowing . it's probably his grossest habit .

☆ does your muse have a good singing voice ? ⸻ yes, & he likes to sing often . maybe not everyone will enjoy his singing, but he really doesn't care . he used to sing so much in the past before everything happened, & he doesn't want to lose that connection he has with his memories .

☆ does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics ? ⸻ he does have a bad temper that makes him fly off the handle at times . this can range from nasty words to straight up pulling a gun on someone to get his point across . he is very hypervigiliant & instinctively moves away from touch, though he will touch others without much issue . most compulsions have been stopped with his new metal body, but sometimes will have a tic where his upper lip will twitch .

☆ what does your muse usually look like / wear ? ⸻ usually seen in his Ranger gear, he is always seen in dark colors . despite his at times sunny & optimistic disposition, he is in active grief & mourning . he's living a new life that is coping with much loss, & light colored fabrics just don't fit that narrative much anymore . opts for dark leather, as durable as his mechanical frame, & something sturdy enough to stand up to the metal joints underneath . this is why his clothes are so revealing as well -- to keep his cybernetic frame free to breathe & prevent overheating, as well as to prevent pinching & tearing of clothes when he performs high - movement maneuvers .

☆ is your muse affectionate ? how much ? how so ? ⸻ yes, he is actually very affectionate . he gives other people plenty of touch just out of habit, such as patting their backs / heads / shoulders, touching their hands, brushing hair away, touching arms . he doesn't really know how to handle affection given back to him, but he will accept it if the person is known well enough .

☆ what position does your muse sleep in ? ⸻ he doesn't sleep often, but with a mostly human brain, it is beneficial . more than half the time he is a stomach sleeper just because it is habit to lay stomach - side to give the charger access to his lower back port . he often sleeps with his arms crossed under his head, head buried into them so all that can be seen is his long white & black hair . it provides a sort of sensory deprivation that he finds most comfortable .

☆ could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ? ⸻ yes . if not for his loud, boisterous voice, it would be from his jingling spurs, the various clinking sounds of his metal frame, or the sounds of his boots on the ground . he has a heavy step to his gait -- likely because he is quite heavy .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 :

𖥠 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄 by Rammstein . ᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : basil, spicy notes, star anise, lavender . ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : clove, cedarwood, sandalwood, heliotrope, coffee . ʙᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : vanilla, tonka bean, patchouli, leather, oakmoss . ❛ The sun shines out of my hands / Can burn, can blind you / When it breaks from the fists / Lies hot on the face / It will not go down tonight / & the world counts to ten out loud . ❜ ⸻⸻ a very unique fragrance, like rays of sunshine on the skin, takes hearts by storm . even the entrée speaks volumes : soothing lavender combines with the clove-cinnamon note of star anise, joined by basil leaves soaked in bergamot . the result is a warm, & at the same time pleasantly fresh top note . the subtly nutty almond notes of heliotrope combine with strong, freshly roasted coffee & the spicy, woody accord of dried cloves in the heart, along with sandalwood & cedarwood . in the drydown, you will find the echo of fine glove leather - soft oakmoss, tonka & gentle patchouli ensure a fitting, solid finish with a lot of staying power . 𖥠 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘 by Rag & Bone . ᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : sichuan black paper, cardamom, angelica root . ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : paper notes, leather, licorice . ʙᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : vetiver, amber, vanilla bean . Oddity's opening is dominated primarily by the black pepper, which makes it spicy from the onset, & an animalic sort of spiciness comes from the cardamom . Oddity takes you right into that space where old herb shops still light their lamps & keep their secrets. echoes of melancholy & the weight of it . picture licorice roots & vetiver dried & waiting, the cup of mulled alcohol drink cold & spilling, dark streets empty of everything but yearning . the sweetness comes late ( can you even call it sweetness ? ), unexpected as a letter from someone you used to love . not enough to change the story, just enough to keep you reading . 𖥠 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑 by Profundum . ᴛᴏᴘ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : ember, metalic notes, plack pepper . ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : charred wood, smoke, black leather, pine needles . ʙᴀꜱᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : resins, woody notes, leather, patchouli, sap, oakmoss . you no longer remember when it happened . you’ve wandered the world for so long that the memories of your childhood, once vivid & alive, now slowly fade into mist . does time heal wounds, or is it simply indifference ? you lean against a tree . the fire crackles softly, perhaps a pinecone burning . you always tried to find a pattern, a rhythm, listening to the flames as they slowly devour broken branches . fire takes life . fire gives life . in its glow, your scars become visible, like cracks in a shell hardened by heat, protecting what lies within . is it the fire of the bonfire, or the fire of your home ? first comes the smoke, carrying a message . then the flames . & after the flames, the ashes . from those ashes, your rebirth begins .

“Wow... I didn't expect to see... something like this. Is your body made of magic? Or is it some kind of curse?” Coco was excited, but also a little scared. It was huge. He was huge.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * as he always did without hesitation, Boothill crouches, kneeling before the small child to be on her level . it was better to talk to kids that way, instead of hovering over them like you were superior to them or something . seeing adults do that irritated the cowboy to no end . he almost hesitates to speak, knowing the sight of his teeth might frighten her .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ it ain't no thing, lil' lady . yer just curious, right ? nothin' wrong with that . y'wanna feel it ? y'probably ain't never seen nothin' like me b'fore, huh ? ❜ a chuckle leaves his lips, good - natured as his arm lifts for the girl to touch & explore . the one that doesn't transform into a weapon, of course .

⠀⠀⠀ * in all honesty, Boothill isn't really sure how to answer her . there really was no magic involved in making him look this way . it was closer to being a curse, but a curse he asked for . a curse he demanded, at gunpoint . & that information is staying hidden for now .

* ˖ ·ﾟ con'd ╱ @graverider ❣

The  grab  was  expected,  she  did  touch  him  without  permission,  that  didn't  stop  her  from  letting  out  a  small  pained  groan,  he  had  a  strong  grip.  When  he  released  the  grip,  she  was  still  having  a  hard  time  speaking,  mostly  because  of  how  intimidating  this  man  was  however,  once  he  loosened  his  grab  and  looked  at  her  she  blushed  still  but  felt  a  wave  of...warmth  envelope  her.  '  I...I  know  I'm  sorry  I  just  never  seen  someone  has  beautiful  as  you  with  such  beautiful  hair  as  well.'  When  he  asked  if  he  hurt  her,  she  looked  down  and  rubbed  her  wrist.  '  Just  abit  you  have  a  very  strong  grip,  I'm  alright  though.  My  name  is  Minako.'

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * ' beautiful ' wasn't a word he heard used to describe him often . he feels a bit flustered, maybe even a bit blindsided, but he also recalls a few times where women have called him any manner of things like that . cute, handsome, rugged, even . but beautiful was a first . jaws part slightly before closing ; clearing his throat a bit lest he stutter over his words in her presence .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ w ──── well .. thank y'kindly, missy . ❜ she's already melting the ice that surrounds him like warm sunlight . the flustered Galaxy Ranger opts to pinch the brim of his hat between thumb & forefinger, tilting it down over his face a touch to mitigate his terrible, terrible poker face .

⠀⠀⠀ * ❛ don't believe i heard that one b'fore . y'got me all a loss fer words . y'sure .. y'sure yer wrist ain't bruised up too bad, hun ? i grabbed ya real hard . i am sorry fer that, truly . ❜