Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
if i look back, i am lost
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Anabelle Jasmine “Jazz” Smith. Indie Persona OC Rp/Ask blog Penned by Chy
I know these go around better, especially for Ocs AND sideblogs like this one. Anyone wanna hang with Welsh Rockstar Wanna-be?
If you’re a Persona blog and were recently followd by me, its b/c I have a persona oc sideblog and I’m trying to find her new friends 💖
Ariana scoffed, still looking out, before begging to turn towards him with a smirk. "Eweling? Do you think me that inf-" Her words died on her tongue as she faced him fully, taking in his appearance. Her expression became a mix of seriousness and concern as she stepped in, pulling the balcony doors closed behind her. Jaw setting tight as she studied him, and biting her tongue trying desperately not to spout a few quips. Did you lose weight? You look lighter I thought the bride was supposed to glow on her wedding day Lighten up, you're almost there! Her head tilted as she regarded his form more before she released her tongue with a click and looked to his eyes. "I'm listening." She responded, ears flicking for emphasis.
His little consort's struggle for self-control was palpable, her familiar salty-sweet taste in the air laced with notes of it. Any other time Nero migth have indulged in banter, maybe goaded out one or two of the no doubt unflattering things Ariana was struggling to keep to herself, easy as their theme was to deduce from how her attention lingerd on his form. Unfortunately, this wasn't any other time.
"There have been developments that may concern you, or at least be of interest to you." The black hole started without preamble, pausing for a moment before correcting himself. "At least one will concern you, as my consort. Fortunately for you, it's the less time sensitive of the two primary issues. Unfortunately, it's also the one that may end up threatening your life."
Nero tilted his head slightly and folded his arms, observing Ariana's reaction as he continued – more animated himself than he usually was, evident from how his hair shifted and pooled with the smallest movements as if underwater without his hat and mantle to burden it.
"What should I start with? The immediate issue, or the one that will likely try to kill you in the future?"
Any hint of humor in her expression vanished at that, her face in full seriousness befitting of a Warrior Princess. Time for Duty. Her head tilted slightly in thought, curls bouncing with the movement, and ears flicking as her brow furrowed. "Surely you will cover all of them, yes? If so, start with the Time Sensitive ones. I'd hate for you to be explaining the bigger threat, only to be interrupted by one of said pressing ones." she decided as she started back towards her desk to grab a fresh paper and place a cup in offering question to the taller.
A slight tingle from the black and green design around her ring finger was Ariana's only warning before the knock that had her sit straight up, ears flicking towards the sound and hand going to where she propped her sword before everything clicked. Her mark, the familiar pale hand with gold glowing around their finger... Nero She gently pushed her chair back to stand, smoothly closing the black folder as she approached the window. If you would have told her a few years back she'd be welcoming a Black Hole into her home, she'd have sent you off to Seirilan to be checked over. But here she was, opening the balcony doors, looking out to the scenery as she leaned forward against the banister in an attempt to look sly as she allowed him entry. Sanctuary, as promised.
A shadow slid by Ariana into the shelter of the building, less dark somehow than one might expect, or that the princess could perhaps remember from prior interactions. Only once past the treshold and within that sanctuary that had been promised as part of their Treaty – the sanctity of a dwelling invited to rather than intruding upon more than a mere symbolic shelter – did Nero sublime to full view, the force bending light itself to bypass him fading.
The black hole's presence itself remained faint, as if he was holding himself from affecting the physical reality around even more than usual. His coat was as Ariana would remember from the last time they saw each other – mended from the damage wrought by her ascension, but incomplete and wispy at the hem. The lack of a mantle or even his usual hat made the singularity seem less dark, the corpse-light of his hair and skin less hidden than he usually preferred. An effect only highlighted in another subtle change – where in the past Nero’s luminosity had been reminiscent of something impossibly pale not being touched by shadows in the manner of its surroundings, now there was a subtle, almost translucent quality to the surface of his skin and a faint but visible glow suffusing his surroundings. An eerily uncanny semblance to living stars.
Oh, and he wasn't smiling.
“Eweling. We need to talk.”
Ariana scoffed, still looking out, before begging to turn towards him with a smirk. "Eweling? Do you think me that inf-" Her words died on her tongue as she faced him fully, taking in his appearance. Her expression became a mix of seriousness and concern as she stepped in, pulling the balcony doors closed behind her. Jaw setting tight as she studied him, and biting her tongue trying desperately not to spout a few quips. Did you lose weight? You look lighter I thought the bride was supposed to glow on her wedding day Lighten up, you're almost there! Her head tilted as she regarded his form more before she released her tongue with a click and looked to his eyes. "I'm listening." She responded, ears flicking for emphasis.
Ariana is a 10 but-
"Oi!!" "Am not."
Hello Stranger
Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Ariana's pen tapped rapidly on the polished stone of her desk, cheek resting against her fist as she glowered at the paperwork before her. More Princessly duties... More negotiations, craftily rejecting courting offers that were blatantly just after her position, assigning soldiers to help struggling communities from raiders... So much to orchestrate... Gold eyes flicked to a dark folder on the side of her desk, that she stared at for a long moment before slowly flipping it open and sighing. The Espousal Treaty Names written down, crossed out, rewritten in more Jargon... stars she hated Jargon... Though, her gaze shifted to the swatches of fabric used akin to bookmarks. A tiny scrap of voidweave, and then scraps of similar fashion... I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress...
Tch... @lorddevourer
Knock, knock, knock.
Without warning, without even the slightest shift of pressure to preclude it, there’s a measured knock at the window of Ariana’s study. A white hand, one of its pale fingers adorned with an intricate golden brand. the rest of the being somehow still avoiding sight.
Nero had no desire to allow knowledge of his whereabouts to spread, not until all the pieces were in place to act. Not until he knew with reasonable certainty whether the newest revelation was connected to his more far-reaching headaches or not. He’d hurried to Aries directly after doing what he could more immediately in Sol, aware that while his own resources in the area once known as the empire were far from nonexistent, his... bride... had both far reaching influence and home field advantage in these sectors.
And so a noble black hole was reduced to slinking like a thief, knocking on windows like a mortal, as alarms would doubtlessly be triggered should he simply consume his way in.
A slight tingle from the black and green design around her ring finger was Ariana's only warning before the knock that had her sit straight up, ears flicking towards the sound and hand going to where she propped her sword before everything clicked. Her mark, the familiar pale hand with gold glowing around their finger... Nero She gently pushed her chair back to stand, smoothly closing the black folder as she approached the window. If you would have told her a few years back she'd be welcoming a Black Hole into her home, she'd have sent you off to Seirilan to be checked over. But here she was, opening the balcony doors, looking out to the scenery as she leaned forward against the banister in an attempt to look sly as she allowed him entry. Sanctuary, as promised.
"You lost, darlin? Heaven's a ways away from here.
And I'm here ~"
Ariana tilts her head akin to a puppy and Ster could see the numbers being crunched. "But... If you're here, isn't this Heaven then? Unless there's another Heaven we're discussing" Her confused expression smooths to a soft, teasing smile.
Hello Stranger
Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Ariana's pen tapped rapidly on the polished stone of her desk, cheek resting against her fist as she glowered at the paperwork before her. More Princessly duties... More negotiations, craftily rejecting courting offers that were blatantly just after her position, assigning soldiers to help struggling communities from raiders... So much to orchestrate... Gold eyes flicked to a dark folder on the side of her desk, that she stared at for a long moment before slowly flipping it open and sighing. The Espousal Treaty Names written down, crossed out, rewritten in more Jargon... stars she hated Jargon... Though, her gaze shifted to the swatches of fabric used akin to bookmarks. A tiny scrap of voidweave, and then scraps of similar fashion... I wouldn't mind seeing you in a dress...
Tch... @lorddevourer
Art for @/by.avapom’s DTIYS on Insta! I chose to draw my own Self Protector 🗡️
“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”
Domestic Starters
@shiningsilverarmor
"Ya know I bloody hate the cold!" bleats the BurRAMito, gold eyes peering out from the mass of red hair and fabric.
Delightfully Domestic Starters
“The coffee pot didn’t turn on this morning.”
“Who’s turn was it for breakfast?”
“It’s my day off, I earned the right to be lazy.”
“This could get fixed by a professional, or it could be fixed by an amateur for free.”
“You’re under arrest for being a blanket thief.”
“The use of cold feet in bed, as a leverage tool, is illegal.”
“How was your day at work?”
“I’m going to need a bath…”
“No no, you’re sick. You rest, I’ll take care of everything.”
“I think we need to go on a bit of a grocery trip.”
“I’ve noticed all the laundry was done. You didn’t have to.”
“Leftovers, or more take out?”
“The neighbor is getting obnoxiously loud at night.”
“When was that garden gonna get started again?”
“Dishes… right the dishes. In the next few minutes I swear.”
“I know you like my shirts but now you’ve even stolen my doubles.”
“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.”
“I can’t help what I do in my sleep. That includes what’s done with the blankets.”
“You were tossing and turning last night. You okay?”
“I’m not sick, I’m only slightly ill. There’s a difference. I can handle today.”
“So dinner was being made… and then I realized the smoke alarm was broken.”
“Duct tape is a temporary, long term fix to everything.”
“I love you, but you’re beginning to pass out mid sentence. Go to bed.”
“You can’t tell me what to do, I can do what I want!”
“If there is more noise at 2am I swear…”
So, I'm getting to Reuse Ari & Adella for a Cyber Punk TTRPG First time I've sketched my girls in YEARS
Legend ❤️
"We'll have to fix that. You know Arian's aren't known for their patience"
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psst.
I live.
my fav action series trope is when the characters go to an ordinary store and this shit happens fdgjhdfgk
Ok but imagine the opposite
You walk into a guns store
You show the claw-teared three-days-beard Chad Broski clerk some fancy card
He presses a button below the counter
And the gun racks open up to reveal a snack bar
“Whatcha looking for? Revolver, semiautomatic, rifle?” *holds up a card* “No, I want the… special collection.” “I gotchu.” *shades shut, several panels swing open on the walls, showing cases of cards* “So what ya in the market for? Bug type? Steel type? Shining Charizard?”
No idea where this is from but it’s funny.
not the devil’s bride
[ID: Digital illustration of Ireena Kolyana from the D&D 5th edition module Curse of Strahd. Ireena is a young woman with brown skin, long red hair, and angular features, standing in front of a grey background. She wears a silver breastplate, a red scarf around her neck, and another red scarf around her waist. She is mid-battle, her hair flowing around her as she twists to face an unseen opponent. She holds a silver rapier dripping with blood. Two drops of blood fly across her neck, roughly where a vampire’s bite might be. End ID.]
