#lightning arias

[pixiposi]

@lightning-arias!

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i would like to send some love on over to @lightning-arias! they've got an amazing roster of muses and it's always a blast writing with them!

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[escapedartgeek]

@lightning-arias

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It had been admittedly really nice to be able to work in the shared space with Aria. To have someone around to make sure that Zora would commit to getting things done had done wonders for making progress on this latest project.

But it had been a long while and now they were feeling the costs of not having a break earlier.

"I think it would be nice to go grab something and call it for the day. I think we managed to get through a solid amount already."

[mfniccals]

@lightning-arias continued from here

"The FUCK do you MEAN it's about bloody STUART?!" He snatches the papers and squints, bringing them up close to his face. "He's never done that- I would know, I OWN his soul. Who the fuck is claiming otherwise?!!"

Right, he knows that. He's just pissed off.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhwwww, no. No no this isn't it. I did the thing. I also hit him with a car, which is why this whole thing between us even happened. Not my fault he has a big stupid head," off topic, Murdoc pulls himself back. "Anyway, I am rightly offended by this. If I found out he fucked me over we're no longer best friends. He's still my boyfriend but I hate him now."

[fartemis-crock-a]

@lightning-arias gets some archeology nonsense. I assume for jordan

it's not a dead end. she's sure of it.

ok, maybe she's not sure of it. but she is sure of her coordinates. there's no way she'd gotten them wrong.

"would you just--" Artemis made a gesture which definitely meant shut-up at him. "--for just a second." she's frustrated. clearly. dropping to her knees;; she inspected the wall for a moment. light. there was fucking light behind it. she can---

moving quickly out of excitement, Artemis stood up and slammed her boot into the wall. watching with delight as the cobblestones began to crumble away. "---hand me the fucking pickaxe." once she has it, she makes short work of the wall. leaving a hole they could probably crawl through. "think you can fit through there?"

[fartemis-crock]

☯ What's your dream tattoo?

let kat yap 2k25 @lightning-arias

I have so many.

the one(s) I want the most RN is all of my loved ones birth flowers on my sternum. and "cut the bullshit, do good recklessly" on my ribcage.

plus "I'll eat you whole" on my right forearm

plus lined paper, about the size of a sticky note, on my left arm--- for note taking

[futuremyopia]

@lightning-arias continued from here

"I'd be like...an octypus...Or a fucked up dog," Iros replies. "Dude I would have a whole fucking village of seahorses. I love seahorses. I want to get a bunch of 'em and have them in a big fucking tank where they can...do stuff."

"You'd be...one of those birds with the colors...emu?" The Khazen pauses almost like he's searching an internal catalogue while aggressively moving past nearly blurting out WHY he loves seahorses so much. "Cassowary. Cause they're blue and will fucking kill you."

[inkedstonearchive2]

Closed starter for @lightning-arias (Jordan)

The underground music scene was starting to die out by the time Iros showed up on the planet. Punk and Black Metal had already reached the tablets of a very young Stone stuck in his bedroom homeschooling, exposing him to band after band as well as a certain Rap-Rock group that had an infinity for playing in the parking lots of schools and home depots. Smaller bands still do this, making their names heard in skate parks and under bridges far enough away from residential areas to avoid getting the cops called on them.

It's after the show when the band members consisting of kids barely older than Iros (well, technically barely older, despite the face of a forty year old man, he's barely old enough to drink in Terran terms) are busy hitting the slopes that he really lets himself blend in. Shiny bleached and unsprayed mohawk, homemade hole ridden crop-top bearing the logo of a bug with one wing pulled off, and...jorts, he merges in with a group of others handing out questionable pills and drinks that are far too foamy to be just beer.

He has no alternative motives, he's just here to have a little fun and get over a break up with a fellow Stone he was courting just a few months ago. Choosing to go on vacation the minute he finished art school was the only way to trick his mothers into believing he wasn't going to simply stay here forever.

All the smells are blending together. His nose is very sensitive, something he's learned humans apparently don't care about with their vape clouds and bringing scented fucking candles to a memorial near the front gate of the park. But he seems determined to find the source of whatever has him briefly detracted.

"Shit, dude, my bad," his solid shoulders brush against someone a bit taller than him, making him stop just briefly to glance upwards and try to ignore the light from the glowstick bracelets around his arm. "Do I know you? You look like, super familiar."

All humans look the same to him. But he's found this to be a quick and easy ice breaker with strangers.

[dimeremantiro]

I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. - Jordan @ Alucarda @lightning-arias

"You think you're so funny." She replied, almost hurt, even if she liked to think this did not affect her. "In my dreams it's not a fantasy death. I strangle that man and he takes so, so long to die..." She crosses her arms. Her abusers and harmers had died in the fire, but in her dreams the deaths were personal. Her dreams had always been so vivid they merged with reality.

"When I was little, I'm told I confused my dreams with reality often, from how vivid they were... They feel so real. And then I'm suppossed to go on with my day like nothing happened." Moving on from anything was always so difficult. So what if there were a few tears in her cheeks?