Aislin Bran @aislinbran-blog - Tumblr Blog

ask-cozamalotl said: good god you draw the prettiest faces i ever did see ;;

[[ cries. ;; thank you thank you aghlskdjf //// I JUST WANT TO BE BETTER and am trying hard to work towards not sucking at everything. ]]

#ooc

[[rolls away]]

#ash arts

[[ If anyone is curious, Aislin will be adventuring through the mountain to help the thieves locate the Orb, and will be having a hell of a time due to exhaustion from the events leading up to her joining them. :D ]]

[[ Good afternoon Duality!! How is everyone doing? I hope you're all well! I recently went through and cleaned out my Skype contacts, but if anyone wants to add me drop me a line? I wasn't sure how many people wanted to talk to me and I had a lot of old contacts from SXL, even, and I just wanted to make things a little bit neater! My contact name is 'rahrface' if y'all want to add. ;w;/ Otherwise IT IS TIME TO DRAW THINGS AND TRY AND BEAT ART BLOCK YEAH. ]]

#ooc #sorry for big dumb post u_u

swordsandspecs

Final thing before I end up going.

I’ve noticed that asking ‘please stop’ doesn’t mean anything sometimes. You need to get harsh to get people to stop. :/ Oh and be all means dislike me for putting this point across, you just need it rammed in to realize it.

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[[ I don't want to partake in this because it is one of the reasons I left Duality to begin with, but I think the issue is not the message or the idea, but rather how it was presented in this situation.

The aggression causes for those around to become aggressive, too. And people WANT to argue and retaliate because of the way it is phrased. Were it not phrased in such a manner, this entire conversation, people being angry and upset, and people arguing, would not have happened. The idea of 'well this should be said in a calm manner' stands proof here in that people are legitimately upsets and angry over the fact that others have taken offense to the way the message was presented. All of this could have been avoided otherwise, no?]]

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((10,000 gold stars to whoever can figure out what kind of person it would take to get prince Einarr in such a submissive position because I certainly don’t know??

(I don’t think I want to know??)))

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[[ /casts a glance to Aislin. Well, there'd certainly be a lot of hair-pulling, at any rate. Assuming she lives long enough to get that close, no? :'D ]]

asktheblythes replied to your post: .

((homestuck will destroy your emotions. what page are you on :o ))

I AM... page.... 005297?? MAYBE. HOW DO I TELL. HAVE A LINK.

#sits here and has feelings about homestuck #crai #ooc

-snickers- If it were Ser and Aislin, well it wouldn't be TOO much different from Ser and most anybody else. He'd focus on their pleasure rather than his own, and his long fingers would search out for any pleasure points on their body. However with Aislin he wouldn't be afraid to be a LOT rougher than with other people, since he's confident that she can take it.

[[ For some reason, I can actually imagine Ser topping Ash?? I think later on, when she's so used to exist around him. Or maybe topping from underneath? Hmmm yes. >:0 ]]

(I could see Aislin taking charge and being on top with Marcus cause no way would William go anywhere near her, she's way to young for him :'D but Marcus wouldn't really show any of his kinks around Aislin, he, is frightened to do so around females.)

[[ I really want to answer this for others, but I realize I'm like "Yeah I pretty much see Aislin on top" which is true with like 80% of everyone here ahhh lkajsdf. It's ok Marcus you don't have to worry about Aislin. Well you do, but she might find some things you weren't aware you liked. :'D

...when you're older. lkjasdfj. ]]

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She did not particularly fancy death, and for all the times she wound up in this situation - with someone dying in her arms, blood-soaked and struggling to breathe - it would never be easy. Sorrow compressed her chest as if it were her own lungs collapsing, and, unintentionally, her breathing became just as labored as Serinal’s. Aislin’s memories overlapped – it was Him, it was Ser, both, neither – until she realized time was running out. She could not panic and relive her past when the present still needed to be dealt with.

“No, no you will not – damn it all!” Her frustration mounted as she struggled with holding the taller body. Aislin shot a dirty look to Call, who responded with a shake of his head. Whatever internal debate the two shared, Aislin seemed to win as Call reluctantly transformed and another arm helped steady Serinal.

Aislin grasped Ser’s hand and placed it so his bloodied fingers were half-combed through her long hair, made unruly by blood and moisture from the falling rain.“O-oi, Ser.” The usual lilt of her voice was clouded and warped from Call’s slight possession, and made obvious Aislin’s attempts to conceal her sobs. With her human hand, she wiped blood, and her own tears that had fallen, from Ser’s paling face.“If ye’ die then ye’ won’t get t’braid it, r’member?” With her remaining, ghostly limb, Aislin clutches Serinal’s shirt as if her grip is keeping them there, afraid that letting go would kill them both. “S-stay wiff me here – one ‘a these frilly mages’ve gotta have somethin’ t’help ye. Shit at explorin’, but maybe they’re still good ‘fer somethin’.”

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A shocked look passed over Serinal’s face, one entirely unrelated to the steaming wound along his abdomen. Such a reaction from this woman… He’d never expected it, even for as long as he’d spent with her. She had always been independent from him, tolerating his presence through familiarity of it, and very little else. That she should actually grow to care for him in such a way, that the loss of him would affect her at all… It was a surprise he would have wished to experience on some other day than the one he lay on his deathbed, even made of rock and dirt as it was.

The shock faded away, replaced by a warm, friendly expression, though one tinged with melancholy. ”Irrlicht… Mein Irrlicht,” something was blurring the edges of his vision. The oncoming darkness or tears? A warm trickle revealed to him the truth. ”I truly-” his voice caught, and rough as it had been before, an additional growl slipped in, along with more of his accent. ”I truly wish I could say as otherwise, but I don’t think even one of the bücherwurms could help me now. Disemboweled, not to mention how much blood is coming from my thigh…” He shook his head and pulled his hand away. ”You are getting it all over your lovely hair as well. Think of how terrible it would be to wash it out later.”

For a moment he didn’t speak, seemingly lost in thought, contemplating how long it seemed to be taking him to bleed out as he looked past the red haired woman leaning over him. Then, he took her hand in his own and stared into her eyes. ”Mein Irrlicht. Thank you. Thank you for showing me the same love I gave to you, even if it was only in the end. Don’t let this break you like the others did though. Please. You must stay strong, and you mustn’t lock your heart away.”

Something else was blurring his vision this time. Something he’d been expecting further, and he blinked before turning his attention to the eye on Aislin’s fake arm. ”Is this what you see? Is this how the world appears to you?” He asked, then let out a dark laugh. ”I do not know how you would be able to do it,” he mumbled, his words slurring, and a cross look flickered on his face. ”Damn them. This isn’t how I wanted it. I don’t…” his expression turned to one of fear. ”I don’t want to go…” the tall man mumbled as the sheen spread over his eyes.

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[[ FUCKING OW BRAM. OW. ]]

#FEELINGS #AGHLskdjfkjfd #I laughed bc I thought I wasn't going to get EMOTIONAL OVER THESE