🎐: I've been feeling very unwell and haven't been able to access my accounts lately, and certain personal events have led me to decide to take an indefinite break from each of them. If you'd like to talk to me or even my muse, feel free to add me on Discord.
Vᥱᥒtι, thᥱ Wιᥒdborᥒᥱ Bᥲrd 🍃
@peppermintcubes.bsky.social
ㅤ "Comᥱ, sιt, ᥲᥒd I shᥲᥣᥣ ρᥣᥲყ ყoᥙ ᥲ soᥒg of thᥱ ᥲᥒᥴιᥱᥒt ᥕιᥒds." ʀᴘ ᴀ𝑐𝑐𝑜ᴜɴᴛ: +20 mᴜ𝑠ᴇ & ᴘᴛʙʀ-ᴇɴɢ Independent portrayal of Venti #GIRP #MVRP #RPSKY ㅤ
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐓HISᅠ𝐄VERLASTINGᅠ𝐖INTERᅠ, 𝐀ᅠ𝐅AMILIARᅠ𝐌OMENTᅠ𝐓Oᅠ𝐒ATE——𝐀Sᅠ𝐒NOWFLAKESᅠ𝐃ROPᅠ, 𝐀Sᅠ𝐃EWᅠ𝐅REEZESᅠ𝐈NTOᅠ𝐈CICLESᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ‘ and in the world, in ౨ৎ conclusion, ⠀ ⠀ everyone dreams of what ִֶָ they are, ⠀ ⠀ though ── no one understands it. ' ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ' / 𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄. 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂 ⠀ ⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ︵ TOUT SERA ˎˊ MORT ⠀⠀⠀⠀QUAND ⁺⠀ LA PASSION ﹅ AURA ⠀ ⠀QUITTÉ ५ MON CORPS ⠀ ⠀JE ME REPRENDRAI ── (🎻) ⠀ ET JE ࣪ TE QUITTERAI SANS UN REGRET . ⠀⠀
ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐌AGIC ᅠ𝐈S ᅠ𝐀ᅠ 𝐖AYᅠ 𝐓Oᅠ 𝐇IDEᅠ 𝐘OURᅠ 𝐃EEPESTᅠ 𝐀ND ᅠ𝐃ARKESTᅠ 𝐒ECRETS, ᅠ𝐌ASQUERADING ᅠ𝐖ITHᅠ 𝐅ACES ᅠ𝐀DORNEDᅠ 𝐁Y ᅠ𝐋IESᅠ. ᅠ ᅠ
🎐: Oh man, I hate this feeling of being out of place and the need to isolate myself. It’s going to drive me crazy.
''Price? Oh, my friend, I won't set a price! Help is help, after all, and shouldn't have a price tag!'' But on second thought, the bard would love some juicy red apples. Ahem... ''I can't help it—you have a handsome face and it's incredibly expressive; just look at the cute faces you make!''
" Please do . If it helps with getting this off my face , then I'm willing to accept the offer . I'll even repay with whatever price you ask for . " The Eleventh mumbled , before letting out another sound . " You're the one squishing my face into weird expressions ; I can't help it - "
okay , okay ... who's gonna be my 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 for today ? ☆
🎐: The more I think about it, the harder I find it to imagine Venti *not* being annoyingly sociable with every single rock he comes across—except for cats, of course.
''Let me teach you a few things—I have experience with them!'' Actually, Venti had to create them as a result of his pranks on the Knights of Favonius; it was fun seeing everyone with scribbles all over their faces ''What’s with that cute face? You don't look the least bit threatening like that!''
" Make one myself , huh . . " Tartaglia paused for a moment , giving it some thought while the other being squished and pulled his face . When he spoke again , he was speaking with a ridiculous pout . " That does make sense , I suppose . "
He was sleeping under a tree branch and was woken up by the rain! He is a tiny green speck running through the streets of Mondstadt, completely soaked, looking for shelter! 🌧️
🎐: Remember guys! Beauty is wasted when the beholder has no taste! So it's much more important that you focus on having fun than just showing off a pretty profile or one that's 100% Canon. Fun, comfort, respect, and empathy are the four winds that guide the journey of the muse and Mun. ✨
Add '' 🍃'' for reverse! Everyone needs some affection!
🎐: Wtf bsky??? My post on the other account was censored.
Add '' 🍃'' for reverse! Everyone needs some affection!
🎐: I love bandwagons! They’re always quick, fun alternatives for all sorts of different dynamics. Whenever I see one, I think about the anticipation the Mum must be feeling on the other end, waiting for interactions to develop or just to have fun with their muse. That’s why I always join in! <3
A gentle breeze blew through the trees, bringing the freshness of distant lands—along with a friendly leaf that landed right on his nose 🍃
Napping under a tree because he over exerted himself earlier. The heat isn't helping either.
''I think something is missing there... How about flowers!?''
like the smoke cedars in the yard, i've fallen so hard for you.
🎐: Capias bona, somnias a luna... 💭❇️🌙
''Perhaps.'' The corners of his lips curved into a faint smile. ''But even the finest song fades if no one remains to hear it.'' His fingers drifted across the lyre strings. ''That is why I'm grateful there is still someone around who remembers the first verses.''
I cannot take credit for the poetry of stone and soil, nor for the beauteous songs of the sky. You, my friend, possess the true gift—the voice to bestow meaning to such splendor.
''You won't be able to get one; you'll have to make it yourself! Scent is a matter of preference—what would happen if you used an oil with a smell you didn't like? That would be the end of the world.'' Venti was having fun squeezing and massaging his cheeks, making him pout and pull funny faces.
" Secret perfumed oil ? " Despite the irritation in his tone , Tartaglia seemed to be somewhat calming down . If something like that could actually help remove the scribbles from his face , he'd accept the offer . " Where would I be able to get some ? "