#nisari

[lo-batteryy]

Sometimes I see my mutuals post about a fandom and I’m like holy shit me too let me draw at lightning speed

[bcntbouquet]

“Date?”

Send me “Date?” and i'll answer... {{ I could honestly tick every box at some point so I'll try to be more selective and just pick things relevant to their (assuming that it's retroactive) first date ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ }}

Who asks for it:

[ ] Your muse asks mine [ ✔ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ ] Platonic Date [ ] Romantic Date [ ✔ ] First Date [ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies   • [ ] Romantic Comedy   • [ ] Adventure Movie   • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)   • [ ] Horror   • [ ] Drama   • [ ] Buddy Movie   • [ ] ___ (other options) [ ] Restaurant   • [ ] Expensive/High Class   • [ ] Small and familiar   • [ ] Fast Food [ ] Nature  • [ ] Beach  • [ ] Park  • [ ] Forest      • [ ] ...and having a picnic [ ] Visiting a Museum [ ] Visiting an amusement park [ ] Visiting a haunted location [ ✔ ] Staying at home  • [ ✔ ] Watching movies  • [ ] Playing Video Games  • [ ] Reading [ ✔ ] some kind of food stuff which he oversaw personally but did not himself prepare (other options)

The date might hopefully end with...

[ ] ...holding hands [ ] ...a kiss [ ] ...in bed [ ✔ ] ...knowing each other better  [ ] ...sleepover between friends  [ ] ...a marriage proposal [ ] ___ (other options)

[cursedvessels]

@nisari liked for a starter!!

The instant he sees the woman's wallet hit the ground, Declan takes his chance and sprints out from around the corner to grab it. He had seen her from the pub window, watched her pass by and...Something about her had intrigued him. Instead of going to say hello or leaving it be, though, he'd followed her down the street, keeping enough distance that she wouldn't notice. He was waiting for an opening. Now's his chance.

"Hey!" He calls after her as he begins jogging down the pavement, holding up the wallet in hand. "You- you dropped dis," he informs her casually as he holds up the wallet in one hand, a faint smile flashing across his lips. He blinks, holds it out for her to take. "Least I t'ink it was yers. Saw 't hit tha ground back dere." He gestures back down the way she'd come.

[dontcxckitup]

Ralph Fiennes + H. Least favorite film they appeared in (I must know 👀)

Actor/Actress Survey

@nisari

// 😆 I hope you don't expect me to say I love literally all of his work? lol To be absolutely honest, I don't like Oscar and Lucinda. I've seen it once, and I don't intend to see it again...I don't know, it's just...I can't really explain why I hate it so much 😅

[lo-batteryy]

besties are judging

[jetlaguar]

closed for @nisari

" ... Scars ... I still have some, yes ... on my shoulders, clavicle, thoracolumbar, shins, ankles, hips, and pelvis ... but, mostly, they ... don't hurt, anymore ... "

Gaden idly twirled a lock of Niha's hair around a finger. There were many years of his life in which he was completely hairless, so perhaps he had a special appreciation for the material.

[opposingpoles]

Conquest, it seemed, did not taste as sweet as Erik thought it would.

He had known that possibility, he had been aware of the risk, and he knew, too, that he should be grateful.

Grateful that annihilation had not been the answer. Grateful that they had not challenged his insistence that if they could not have equality, he would end it all. The violence would end, but so too would they all, if he altered the electromagnetic field surrounding the planet.

They had not given him the world, had not subjected themselves fully to his will, but they had come close. They had agreed to give him a voice, had agreed to give his kind that balance, had agreed that all ventures moving forward would be joint.

Mutant. Human. Brought together in that age-old way to end the war.

In general, Erik had very few feelings about the idea of an arranged marriage. They were useful, they were ancient, and for many parts of the world, they were highly effective.

When the news came that this was their solution, though, that those daughters within the kingdoms of the world would offer themselves via lottery to marry him, to be his wife, to provide his heirs, Erik's feelings became decidedly mixed.

Romance was hardly something he concerned himself with, there were bigger things in his life, in the world, that his people needed. He had no choice, however.

They made a show of it, a spectacle, drawing out who would be offered, presented, showcasing each daughter in turn.

Erik hated it. He hated the pagentry of it all, the cameras, the lights, the speculation. All he had wanted was for his people ...

It didn't matter. It didn't matter if he hated it. It didn't matter if he thought it was foolish. What mattered was that as the most powerful mutant in the world - publicly known, at least. Erik reasoned there had to be others who had left the mantel to fall upon him - it was his job to take a wife. To take this wife. To marry this one woman for the benefit of his kind.

As a result, he hated her. He hated them, all of them. He hated the agreement that had been struck.

But most of all, Erik hated India.

He hated the echo of his steps on the tile, he hated the voices he heard speaking down the hall, he hated the very back of the staff member who guided him inside.

There were to be no cameras this time, bar a single photographer. There were to be no oppressive lights. Just the first actual meeting. Just the signing of the papers. Just him against them, against the Rao family, against her.

The sacrifice he was willing to make, but not one that he would happily endure. @nisari

[bcntbouquet]

closed starter for @nisari | x

( feel free to plot if you're interested ☺️ )

" ... I know this is s-short notice, but ... I didn't know who else to call, what else to do ... I just ... need some company, a familiar face ... There's nothing left. Of the condo, I mean ... It probably sounds absurd, a grown man, a wealthy man, feeling so small, so frightened ... "