#texting: zarina

[kyleexanthony]

kylee: i'm in!! kylee: when and where are ya thinkin? @zarinamcri

zarina 📲 open. ( @aurorabaystarter )

zarina : 🌾👀🌾 zarina : galentine's brunch ? zarina : 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[mjonthetrack]

bw 4

A Week Later

Zarina groaned hearing a banging at the screen door to her family home. She cussed seeing the red digits of three am on her moms old alarm clock that sat on the bedside of the blow up mattress she’d been laying on while she waited to be able to go pick out furniture. Zarina stood sliding on a sleep shirt and her slippers and went down the stairs grabbing a glock her daddy kept hidden by the stairs. She peaked through the blinds,”you’re fucking joking,” she yelled storming to the front door as she unlocked it the man pushed his way in shutting the door locking it.

Jimmy ignored her cussing at him for waking her up, storming through the house checking everything and all of the locks. He only stopped when she stood blocking his path to the kitchen,”who the fuck comes to someone’s house this early in the morning?! didn’t I tell you to leave me alone are you slow or something?” Jimmy let’s out a deep breath when he realizes she was locked in secure and alone,” we had some opposition driving around and I know you on your own so I came to make sure you were straight.”

Zarina looked at him like he was crazy,”you have lost your damn mind, why would any of your little hooligan hideaways be coming anywhere near my damn house?!” When Jimmy kept his lips tight shut she shook her head in disbelief,”I don’t know what kind of game of cowboys and Indians yall got going on but don’t bring that shit near me, if whoever it was wants you dead or wants what you have do not get me killed by coming around here.”

“That’s cold Z,” he muttered looking surprised at how she was speaking. Jimmy tugged the piece out of his waistband setting it on her kitchen counter,”unlike the one you was waving at me when I came in this one is loaded use it if you know how if you see anyone off coming around here.” He looked the woman over seeing her feet in the same Care Bear slippers she wore as a teen,”nice shoes Z,” he chuckled when it seemed to piss her off.

Zarina scoffed at him,”first of all I know how to use a damn gun, secondly fuck you and them tight ass braids.” She pointed in the direction of her front door,”now get the fuck out of my house before I demonstrate how you make Swiss cheese out of skin.” Jimmy laughed at that his eyes darkening when he heard a low rumble and he quickly cut the kitchen light off and dove down pulling her into a tight embrace holding his large hand over her lips to quiet her cussing when they’d hit the floor.

When Jimmy heard the familiar sound of an engine roar and go into the distance he let out a deep breath and stood them back up,”I told you not to come back here at the wedding what part of that don’t you understand?!” Zarina who was trying to catch her breath looked at him like he lost his damn mind,”are you crazy?!” She smacked him,”boy get the fuck out of my house!” Jimmy paused,”your house?” She gritted her teeth uttering out,I know you not deaf on top of stupid I said my damn house I live here now, I’m back for good.”

Jimmy cussed lowly and without a word he rushed out the back door not saying a thing else. Zarina glared at the back of his head as he disappeared down the street to the direction of where Jacob and them stayed. She locked the back door shaking her head in disbelief. Taking her phone she sat up now awake in the kitchen texting both De’arra and Chloe who was off on her honeymoon what had happened. She let out an annoyed scoff seeing the pistol he’d left behind,rolling her eyes as she smelled the strong scent of amber and warm notes from the cologne he’d had on that transferred to her night shirt. Zarina looked down at her slippers and kicked them off muttering about his stupid ass pig tails.

When morning had come and gone turning the darker sky to a warm sun of the afternoon Zarina was off to the downtown area in her Camaro. She parked in the reserved slot outside her mom’s restaurant in a brick building. The windows still had the painted on hours of operation she’d helped her mom do in middle school. She tugged the key out of her pocket with a shaky hand opened the door to the restaurant. Part of her waited to see blood stains or broken bullet ridden furniture but the inside of the place had been recovered and set to a base start.

Zarina saw a photo of her parents and her standing outside of the restaurant when it had first opened and she couldn’t stop the flow of tears as she leaned against the counter of her moms check out and dessert display area. Zarina only paused her efforts hearing the old bell tinker when someone had walked in,”we are closed,” she called out but instead she saw Zilla walking in looking around. “Zil what are you doing here?” she wiped the tears from her cheeks when the man walked to her and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry Zari, what happened was messed up, I was at the mail office across the street and saw you walk in I had to come by and see you and this place.”

Zarina sniffed taking comfort in the younger man’s presence,”well there’s not much to see all the appliances and personal items are gone but I saw this and I lost my cool for a moment.” Zilla nodded his head, he looked around the space, then returned to look at her speaking honestly,”you know I’m sure the girls probably told you where I’ve been, and honestly it’s nice to be out of the pen but nobody hires a felon and especially not here.” Zarina understood what he meant as the down town area had turned gentrified a victim of the white peoples forced entry to their once more diverse small town. “Well I don’t know what I’m going to do with this place, and if we are being honest with each other I never even finished my degree, I dropped out when I heard about my parents, I took up working at the hospital with De’arra and I’ll be honest I hate it.”

Zilla bobbed his head in understanding,”well your secret it safe with me, word is bond but I’ll be honest Zari, don’t let them white people take this place, it’s all that’s left of that hard work your ma put in.” Zarina sighed moving to sit up on the counter,”Zil I don’t have a way to do this, I helped momma and everything but I was a kid I don’t know a damn thing about this stuff and I’m alone, not to mention I don’t have the money to run this place.” Zilla scoffed,”Zari you throw down in the kitchen just like your moms, and between you and me I was working behind bars, and before you shoot me down it was clean money, I earned my ged and even worked in the cafeteria to earn some money for my books.”

Zarina looked at him with wide eyes a small smile on her face,”that’s amazing Isayah I’m so proud of you.” The man smiled brightly having not told the boys about it she was the first to know besides Talisua who encouraged him to do something with his life. Zilla bit his bottom lip in deep thought looking around the place,”we can get you set up by the end of the day.” Zarina couldn’t help but laugh,”now that’s ambitious as fuck but look Isayah I don’t even have a stove here or shit even silverware or menus, I appreciate your encouragement.”

Zilla rolled his eyes,taking out the Manila envelope,”this is everything I had saved up before I went in and what was left of my earnings in lockdown, let’s get this place back on, if not for you then for your ma, she helped me out a lot when I got in trouble before it went to far.” Zarina felt fresh tears sting her eyes imagining the restaurant going back to its former glory,”Zay it sounds like a dream but I still work at the hospital, I can’t do this on my own, and besides you should keep that money for your home.” The man laughed,”homeownership after prison, that’s an imaginative way of looking at things, Zari I’ve been crashing at Jacob’s since I got out and I’ll be honest it would be nice to get off that couch this place is more important than where I lay my head.”

Zarina froze considering his words,”Zay you can’t stay there, it’s not safe.” Zilla laughed heavily,”girl I did a big bid in prison for armed robbery and drug trafficking I think I’ll be alright where I’m at I’m not a kid anymore.” She shook her head taking his hands in hers friendly,”Zay you can’t move forward staying in the past, you can come and crash at my place.” Zilla furrows his brows,”wait what you mean by that, I thought you was visiting?” Zarina sighed shaking her head,” my parents paid off the family home it was left to me in their will, I’ve been there since I came back, it’s still a work in progress but I have internet and food in the fridge.”

Zilla shook his head,”you shouldn’t have come back to the woods Zari-,” the woman rolled her eyes,”you sound like Jonathan, he kept saying the same thing when he came the other morning some cronies was apparently scoping out the area and he woke my ass up at three am.” Zilla paused clenching his jaw recognizing what the enemy was that Jimmy had come to see if the woman was alive,”aight I’m coming and staying with you but only if we can start pushing the progress on this place and you hire me.”

Zarina’s eyes widened at his sudden proclamation,”uh Zay you know I love you like a brother but I can’t pay you, and I’ll be honest I’ve been sleeping on an air mattress.” Zilla flashed her his famous grin,”don’t worry about it boss lady, you can pay me back when you become the wealthiest business owner on this pasty ass block.” Zarina looked around gripping her parents picture, she looked in surprise when he gently took it and put it up on a left nail above the wall behind the counter,”cmon Z we can start by going to Lowe’s.” Zarina shook her laughing in disbelief,”Zay I’m driving my car I can’t fit none of that inside.”

Zay dangled the keys to his truck out of his pocket,”ten steps ahead, now cmon girl we need to get moving if we gonna have this place up and running before the end of the day.” Zarina rolled her eyes sliding down from the counter in a better mood than she came leaving out the front door locking up behind her she raised a brow seeing the man’s truck across the street,”that’s you?” Zay smirked at his lifted, and no see tints on his huge pick up,”my bad Za I forgot you can’t get up that high.” Zari rolled her eyes shoving him, easily jumping up into the passenger side as the man pulled out of the space taking off down the road to the next heavier populated town where the big box stores and restaurants were.

[forcedhesitation]

I hate that people are complaining about these cosmetics and calling them ugly. (pictures from @ dvveet on twitter)

gabriel is an engineer and I, for one, am very, very happy to see the blasian man from the anti-capitalism sci-fi chapter be interpreted as what is likely a steampunk take on the artificer class. I wanted an artificer gabriel as soon as I saw the original d&d collection cosmetics, and I think they delivered in a way that fits his character and the message behind it! the metal armour on his arm is cool, and so are the steampunk goggles. I appreciate the loose-fitting tank top and necklace as a man liker. my literal only critique is that I wish they did something a little different with his hair, because he doesn't have a lot of hairstyle variation. but it's not as though this hair is bad, or anything.

adam looks so fucking cool, and I genuinely do not understand how people could be complaining about this cosmetic being "ugly." That robe is gorgeous, and I love the pattern on it! Judging by the cut of the robe, and the scrolls, I am assuming he's either a wizard, or some other kind of mage I'm not knowledgeable enough about the forgotten realms to identify. I feel like the text on his skin is probably a clue as to what subclass of wizard, or possible other class, he might be, but again- I have limited knowledge of non bg3 d&d lore outside the sorcerer class. Regardless, it makes him look like a scholarly mage, which is a befitting role for a teacher!

here are zarina and elodie if you don't have twitter:

Both super cute cosmetics, I think they did a fantastic job. I am curious what class both ladies are meant to be, as I'm not 100% sure. Most people are pleased with these two, thankfully. I'm not sure what I'd have done if someone had complained about not getting sable or mikaela (who is actually the one with the ugly d&d cosmetic from the first instalment of this collection) instead of these four less appreciated, but infinitely more interesting, characters. definitely blocked them, that much is certain.

the people who were crying about how there are "too many medieval cosmetics," should shut the fuck up, though. of course that's their opinion when it's all poc that get cosmetics. I bet they're the same miserable piles of crusty dried vomit that complained that we at one point had "too much sci-fi" in the game. like what the hell do you people want? I mean, apart from ten consecutive mikaela cosmetics, obviously. You're getting bonechill cosmetics for feng min, nea, and huntress-- three characters who VERY MUCH do not need more cosmetics. yui, kate, and yun jin are all getting something from the junji ito collection. I think it's GREAT that this d&d collection doesn't include one of the big fan faves. get over the fact that not every cosmetic will be for the white and/or light-skinned asian characters.

[ominous-faechild]

INCORRECT QUOTES (Waves's second edition!)

Bringing back an old tag game to entertain you guys since I haven't really gotten anything else out recently,,,

Rule: use this generator to create “incorrect quotes” for your wip

the small text are my personal additions where I think they work well for the character(s) lol

Yesval: Hi, I'm Flavie's emergency contact. Counter Woman: You're here to pick her up? Yesval: I'm here to remove myself as her emergency contact.

Yesval: I won a new phone in a race. Flavie: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Yesval? Yesval: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Yesval: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Benji: Okay? Yesval: … Yesval: … Yesval: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

Yesval: This is a safety pin. *cuts off end* Yesval: It is now a danger pin.

Kidnapper: I have your partner. Cricket: What? I don't have a partner... Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face? Cricket: Oh my god, you have Flavie.

Flavie, on the phone: I better go…kay, call me later… byeeee! Cricket: Friend of Yours? Flavie: Nope, wrong number. Cricket: ???

Flavie: You have any sunscreen? Cricket: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— Flavie: It's for my marshmallow, ya dummy.

Benji: Cricket, you're my best friend. Cricket: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend. Cricket: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

Benji: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Cricket doesn't take me seriously enough. Tián: "Sometimes"? Zhihao: "Enough"? Benji: Zhihao: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

Benji: I can't take you seriously wearing that. Flavie: Aw, you take me seriously at all? Benji: Fair point.

Flavie: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Benji: What's wrong with you?? Flavie: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Tián: No, he means other than that. Flavie: Ohhhhhh. Flavie: I haven't slept in 4 days.

Flavie: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap... have fun figuring out which one.

Flavie: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Flavie: I'm going to get myself some soup. Zarina: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. Flavie: Pfft, I won't burn myself. *30 seconds later* Flavie, entering the room: I burned myself.

Flavie: What does “baka” mean? Tián: Moron. Yesval: Idiot. Cricket: Stupid. Flavie: The fuck did I do?! Tián, who knew exactly what he was doing: [stifles a grin]

Tián: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Benji: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Zarina: Wasps? Flavie: Terriers? Tián: Benji. Benji: [brb, 'boutta fight a bitch]

Benji: You know what’s funny about Tián? He's my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

Tián: honk. Benji: WHAT. Tián: HONK. Benji: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

Tián, at Benji's funeral: I need a moment with him. Everyone: Of course. *They leave* Tián, leaning over Benji's coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Benji: Yeah, no shit.

Tián: I’m in love with you. Benji: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Tián: I know. Benji: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? Tián: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass. Aditi: [silently takes notes in the background]

Tián: I have a new hoodie. Benji and Aditi, simultaneously: Wrong. Benji and Aditi: We have a new hoodie. Benji and Aditi: [look at each other, shocked—]

Tián: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep. Benji and Aditi: [look at each other, then quickly start playing rock-paper-scissors] Tián: "tHAT WAS AN INVITATION FOR BOTH OF YOU—"

Tián, being robbed: Please! Have mercy! I have a family! A wife and kids… a dog… Benji: Literally none of that is true, Tián. Tián: Okay, but I’m sexy! That’s gotta count for something, right?

Benji, Tián, Flavie, and Zhihao: I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

*during a group project* Cricket: *does 99% of the work* Flavie: *has no idea what’s going on* Benji: *says they’re gonna help but does not* Tián: *disappears at the very beginning and doesn’t show up again until the very end*

Cricket, texting group chat: What flavour of ice cream do you guys want? I’m at the store so be quick! Benji: Moose Tracks is good! Flavie: What the fuck is that!? Benji: *Gasp* How dare you insult moo- Flavie: No. No no not that. What the hell. Why do you spell flavor like flavour. It’s like you have flavor but then this guy shows up and is like “Oui Oui Would you like chocolate flaVOUR or vanilla flaVOUR. Cricket and Benji: what? Flavie: I don’t get it why add the EXTRA u when it’s PERFECTLY FINE AS IT IS!? Cricket: You done now? Flavie: Yeah ok. Cricket and Benji: ... Flavie: ...Can I have the Mint Chocolate chip flavour?

Cricket: Oh my Zarina. Yesval: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Cricket: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

Cricket: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Zarina: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Cricket: ... Cricket: You mean ring bearER, right? Zarina: ... Cricket: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Flavie: Why is Cricket crying on the floor? Benji: He's drunk. Flavie: And? Benji: He saw a picture of Zarina's husband. Flavie: But he's Zarina's husband. Benji: I know.

I love how you can tell that, between them all, Flavie, Benji, and Tián are the "crazy chaos crew" and everyone else is just dealing with their shit LOL

Also uhhh,,, have two Demonic Magic ones I managed to make work—

(those guys aren't anywhere near silly enough to pull these off lol)

Kestrel: Your lab is in the bathroom? Genesis: Father said this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.

Kestrel & Eidolon: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

open tag!

dividers by @saradika

[cyberneticatoms]

WHO: Ven Waley & Yoel Waley SUMMARY: Ven and Yoel reacting to the Yag reveal. TRIGGERS: Mentions of death, car crash, gaslighting, and medical abuse

Ven felt like he was in half daze, he'd set Yag on the couch and had stayed long enough for him to get fully settled. Texting Asuka a message that he'd like to see her tomorrow, unsure of what he's even say or how to bring any of this up to her. Sighing he walked into his and Yoel’s place. 

Taking a chance to double check that Chandler and him were out before starting to pack a bag. He grabbed extra toiletries for Yag and some clothes that might fit him, along with his own. Moving almost mechanically as he tried to fight off the daze that kept creeping over him, a voice in the back of his head urged him to call his dad to figure this out. 

Shaking his head, he hasn't taken his meds, unsure completely why. He'd have to talk to Zarina about what the hell he was taking. He'd set the bag in the living room when he heard the door open, watching as Yoel walked in. 

“Hey Ven,” Yoel greeted him cheerfully as he undid his tie, “Just get home? Chandler has the closing shift so just us for dinner.” 

He stared at his brother, watching him walk into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of water. How much did he know? Maybe he didn't know, maybe he'd be just as shocked. He had to be, he wouldn't lie to him, right? 

“Ven!”

Snapping out of his thoughts Ven looked at Yoel who was looking at him with a concerned frown. “You alright, bud? I called your name like 3 times.”

Yoel was walking towards him and Ven took a step back, seeing confusion flash on his brother's face. “Yag is a synth,” Ven blurted out. 

He expected to see more confusion, maybe an exclamation of shock. Instead he saw the brief grimace before Yoel caught himself and Ven felt his stomach drop. 

“And you knew that…you knew…,” Ven said, hands starting to tremble as he took another step back. 

“Ven listen. Yag is not a synth, we've had these talks before. You forget things and misremember, but you're ok and so is Yag,” Yoel said, giving him a reassuring smile. 

Any other day Ven would believe it, but he'd seen Yag’s panic, the whole lab visit wasn't some delusion. Which meant Yoel was lying, his brother was lying to him. 

“I saw his blood Yoel, I took him to see Z and then…Jess is a synth. And she's not even just a synth she's a fucking clone,” Ven said, hoping that maybe that would get a different reaction. Wouldn't that shock his brother? He should be horrified by that. 

Instead Yoel grimaced again, slower to catch himself. “Ven…,”

“Stop…just fucking stop lying. I saw her blood too and she told me…she told me what…what Epsilon did,” Ven's starting to get hysterical finding it harder to get himself under control. He's not used to feeling things this intensely, he needs to take his meds but he's fighting that thought. 

Yoel sighed, “Ventus, listen to me. It's going to be ok.”

Yoel had started walking towards him again and Ven's mind was racing. Forced to go through his own memories and talking more to himself than anything else. 

“Yag didn't remember the crash…but all I could think was don't talk about it. Don't upset him…why is that always what I'm thinking? Not upsetting people..,” Ven's breathing was getting rougher and his fists tightened. 

Yoel swallowed, this wasn't a conversation he ever wanted to have. Especially knowing he'd have to tell Tanner, if Yag now knew the truth, it needed to be handled. But that was a Drake problem right now Ven was his. 

Ven pressed his fists against the side of his head, taking a shaky breath. The phrases he'd been spoon fed running to his head. “Don't upset people…Asuka was driving…Asuka…don't tell Yag….”

Yoel had grabbed Ven by the shoulder, “Ven..hey..hey hey. It's ok, it's gonna be ok. Listen, I'm going to call dad. You're gonna be ok,” he'd moved one of his hands to brush through Ven's hair. He jumped when Ven smacked his hand away and shoved him back. 

“We're not calling dad!” Ven snapped, taking a shaky breath. “How much of that is even true? Did we even get in a crash?” 

He'd been running the crash through his head, did Asuka know about Yag? She'd been driving, she had to have known, Yag called shotgun. He always called shotgun. And Asuka was…

“Asuka wasn't driving…I was..,” Ven said, hands starting to tremble again. He remembered being behind the wheel, barely conscious looking to the side and seeing…Yag. 

Vaguely he could hear Yoel saying his name again, shoving past him and going into the kitchen. “Am I a synth too?” 

“What no of course not, Ven,” Yoel said for the first time sounding genuinely shocked. 

Grabbing a knife Ven stared at Yoel before pressing it into his hand. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not when he saw red. 

“Ven! Jesus,” Yoel said quick to grab a cloth napkin and pressing it into his hand. 

Ven stared numbly as Yoel got a first aid kit, barely aware of any pain from his hand. His eyes trailed up his own arm, seeing a scar…where an IV had been repeatedly placed for months. 

“I killed him…I killed Yag,” Ven said softly, he didn't know whether he wanted to scream or cry, maybe both. 

“No, Ven..that's not. It was an accident, it wasn't your fault,” Yoel said, gripping his brother's arm. 

Ven pulled his arm back, brushing his hand against the gauze on the other one. When Ven met Yoel's gaze again, Yoel flinched. The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt. 

“My best friend died and you couldn't fucking tell me?” 

Yoel swallowed hard, “You don't understand. You were hysterical afterwards, you had to be sedated constantly. I thought…I couldn't lose you too, Ven, I just couldn't. I just wanted my brother back.” 

Ven was gripping his hand, trembling as he grit his teeth. He wanted to understand Yoel, he really did but he couldn't get past the anger. There's a split second before he hears the sound of flesh hitting flesh. 

Yoel grunted in pain, wiping at his mouth as he stared up at Ven. Even as kids they'd never fought, more stunned than in pain at actually being punched by his younger brother. 

There's a brief second where Ven felt guilty, but it's not fair for Yoel to look so hurt. It's not fair when he's the one who'd been lying, when he's not the one who somehow is missing his best friend and not. 

“I hate you…I fucking hate you so much Yoel,” Ven snapped. He almost wants to punch him again but he feels so tired and he just wants to get away from everything. Walking out he grabbed his backpack, ignoring when Yoel called after him and slamming the door. 

[astrxlfinale]

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] i was asked today if I would love you if you were a bangboo (thanks burnice)

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] asked my friend to draw you as one (don’t ask why)

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] sent you a photo.

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] no turning into bangboo ever for you

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] I mean it

[ TEXT from Zarina 🌙 ] I think I would not allow you to leave my lap otherwise.

This level of accuracy stuns him.

Now Lighter isn't someone who would let his pride get too suffocating. (At least he likes to believe that.) While actions and concrete performance burns within his blood, to see a Bangboo take on such a wildly accurate depiction of himself leaves him a touch stunned. Lips faintly agape, part of him can't resist just laughing at the sight before him.

Little guy is all spirit! So that's what taking on his visage can conjure in Bangboo. That said?

Zarina, what the fuck. (Affectionately.)

Text: I'll have to kindle not abide by that. In the name of your joys for the cute and cuddle, why. A pocket sized Lighter has been sounding like a fun companion on the road?

Text: Since I think we've already found that answer. (;

Text: I might have to make some off the cuff plans. What if by this twisted inspiration, you one day find me in one of those big Bangboo outfits? Just like officer Mewmew?

_______

...

There's a momentary pause as another text strikes him, one from a very amused friend that sends him a link. Needless to say, Ms.Sokolova might've started some something.

Text: This idea might be getting a little 'dangerous.'

Text: Look what someone commissioned here.

@zorkaya

[mogai-headcanons]

icon id: 2 icons in a pair. both have the listed flags in order in the background and the left has an image of the listed character with a white outline and a black shadow.

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Zarina from The Pirate Fairy is a futch intersex transmasculine genderfluid cupioromantic greysexual bi lesbian who uses he/him, they/them, and shi/hir pronouns!

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[lcngstcryshcrt]

@pirxtefairy

Terence dragged his front door open, staring at Zarina standing on his doorstep. He swallowed hard, suddenly extremely unsure about this whole situation.

As soon as he'd found out Zarina was back in Evermore from... Wherever they'd all been, he wanted to find her and ask her to start working on the dust problem with him again. The issue he'd run into was that he didn't know how to contact her. It wasn't like they'd swapped digits or anything like that, and there wasn't a community of mail-talent fairies to help deliver messages like there was back home.

So he'd done some pro-level stalking and figured out her address from her library card and stuffed a letter in her mailbox before he went into work one day, his request and his number scribbled on a piece of notebook paper.

And he'd been truly surprised when he finally received a text from her agreeing to let him in on her experiments.

Terence cleared his throat, opening the door a little wider and sweeping an arm to invite her in.

"Hey Zarina. Thanks for coming."

[ladyknightellen]

For The Brownstone Server’s Summer Switcheroo Prompt Exchange!!

Find Me In The Tempest

Chapter: 2/2

Prompt by tabooooosh on Ao3

Banner by @cactusdragon517

Photo ID: a collage of photos depicting scenes from the ocean, sea glass, crashing waves, and sea foam, all in various shades of blue. There is an outline of two hands holding shapes of stars suspended between them as if by magic that is overlayed on the middle image of the collage. Blue text overlays the whole collage that says 'Find Me In The Tempest' and small white text at the very bottom says 'by LadyKnightEllen'

Excerpt:

The fall seems to take forever, but it’s over in the blink of an eye. His last conscious thought is of poor Zarina. All she wanted was for someone to recognize and appreciate her talents, not unlike Alex himself, and look where that got them both. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,’ He thinks as the water claims him, dragging him down the depths as he fades away into unconsciousness.

[zorkaya-moved]

Zarina returns back to her room on the Express to find... Dan Heng. Asleep on her bed on top of the sheets and blankets. It seems someone missed her while she was away.

@etherealguard

The Apostle of Origin has her own missions to fulfill that isn't connected to the Astral Express or even her past alliance with the Stellaron Hunters (alas, unknown to all but the hunters themselves). The Aeon of Origin cannot appear in her glory before the humanity, not yeet, at the very least. she needs to see what she cannot reach, especially when those lands are connected to the story of saving the galaxy.

But it seems that her return was important for someone on this express, not just anyone, but to Dan Heng. Especially when their separation caused by the meeting with Jingliu appeared to have created that rift she was not ready to cross until she saw the comfort and safety in Dan Heng's eyes or body language. It was never her intention to hurt him; thus, she remained on the Xianzhou Luofu to finalize her own agenda. It took longer than expected to the point of Himeko sending her a message, telling her that the departure shall happen soon and everyone is waiting. It seems that she was well aware of what was going on with Dan Heng during her absences.

The sight leaves her speechless when she enters her room. It's unusual for anyone toe ver enter her room, but the amount of blankets and sheets make her believe they were brought out to make himself more comfortable. The temperature in this room was lower than in the others to bring the ex-Herrscher of Ice more comfort, but for others it might be uncomfortable. Golden eyes study the view of Dan Heng's sleeping figure on her bed, wrapped so secured in those blankets.

Was he waiting for her? Here? All this time?

It's not a secret there's been a certain sense of awkwardness, a worry from the side of the silver haired woman as to not harm the young Vidyadhara. He's been through too much and more pushes would've shattered him, his sense of self, his sense of the present. Zarina has seen it happen before, but right now? It seems he waited. For her. When was the last time someone had waited for her like this? Too long. A bit too long to remember who did this to her.

Her gaze turns melancholic as she approaches the bed with the sleeping Dan Heng. Even in heels, she steps more on her tiptoes to avoid making any clicking sounds against the floor. As she looks at the bundle of blankets, her lips curl upwards just a bit to show off a soft yet sad smile on her face. He could've texted her to come back or ask where she's been to let her know he wished to speak, or spend time together, or simply remain in touch.

"So many blankets," she chuckles softly, enough to let out a sound but not enough to stir the other awake. Zarina sighs, letting her shoulders drop before straightening up again and reaching to caress his cheek. He should wake up soon, it's not good to sleep in a colder room like this. Even if he sleeps on the floor of the archives, the temperature there is better than here. "You could've called me, Dan Heng..."

But it's alright. When he wakes up, she'll be here, reading a book. There is no need to wake him up when the silverette makes sure he's covered in blankets comfortably to retain the warmth of them and his own body heat. When satisfied, the woman nods and looks at the chair standing next to her bed. As she gets up, Zarina takes off her heels to make no sound while walking around the room.

Instead, she takes one of the books she got from the Luofu to read. Eyes of ichor glance back at the young man sleeping and her smile turns softer, sweeter. The bond they shared wasn't completely broken and it means the world to her on their path to the next planet, next world, next step on their journey.

And it seems, this story will continue to blossom. It makes her glad to see the blooms of their bond not withered, but persisting with time through challenge. Dan Heng didn't reject her completely, he simply needed time to find his way back home.

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

∗ 22﹕ a text regarding [ character name ] . ( Olivia / Zarina about Ward )

[user: OLIVIA] i'm really worried about him z [user: OLIVIA] i know how i was like when i lost my brother and i'm worried he'll go down that same path

[xlinxiux]

∗ 14﹕ a  text  that  was  never  sent . Knightley

[user:  林秀] Sometimes I think about kissing you and Zarina. Is that normal between friends? I don't know, I've never had any before

[heliconiius]

open up your eyes, there's nothing on my body left to see.

independent portrayal of kevin day of the all for the game series. very low & sporadic blog activity. more info under the cut.

carrd. pinterest. playlist.

brief about

zarina. 24. they/them. asian. bisexual. gmt.

a single muse & selective writing blog for the character kevin day of the all for the game series as written by nora sakavic. creds to her. a mix of canon-compliant & personal headcanon based portrayal with brief background & character alterations. this blog will handle heavy & sensitive content that will be marked in post tags. more 'about' details & character info located in carrd - please read carrd before interacting.

guidelines

general: i struggle with anxiety. clear communication & kindness would be great. i don't engage in drama, if ever i interact with anyone problematic or do anything you disliked, i'd sincerely appreciate you to let me know as it is likely unknowingly. if you ever lose interest, no problem, please be honest! it is not an issue, we can either re-discuss/re-vamp things or leave things and revisit in future. always happy to write with people again even if we lost touch/it didn't work out the first time.

activity: replies vary, heavily based on motivation, interest & time. i work full time & have a range of health issues, results in extremely low, unpredictable & messy activity, both in ooc & ic chat. this blog is just for fun & i don't want it to feel like a chore. i usually give brief warnings before inactive periods of any kind. i do like to exchange discords to chat as tumblr ims can get messy, but not necessary if you would prefer not to!

writing style: literate, multi-para, bordering novella. i opt for simple small text, no icons, little and brief formatting. i have dyslexia so overly fonted or formatted writing can be difficult to read. no one-liners. happy to use either tumblr or discord to write. for brand new writing partners, i like to plan things. i like to discuss for a bit how our characters align or contrast, (differences, similarities, what kind of dynamic we envision) and i like to consider a range of scenarios or situations we can put them in. i work best this way if we've never written before, and struggle to work on a whim/spontaneously. if this doesn’t match your roleplaying style, i totally understand - feel free to not interact as i’d like to avoid causing anyone disappointment or eventual disinterest. this blog is a fun space for me to write in ways i feel most comfortable.

memes: feel free to send! generally, plotted interactions are best with me - though i don't mind accepting sentence starters/prompts from mutuals even if we don't have something already established/the interaction is new. but please be open to the fact that i will highly likely come to your dms for brief plotting/context discussion /specifying which of kevin's verse to write from, as i work better that way. totally love & am fine with multiple sentence starters/prompts being combined together into one ask. please be patient with my meme (& general) responses, i only get to things when i have time/motivation/energy & might be a bit delayed!

content & limits: if you have any questions about the all for the game universe, exy, please feel free to ask! additional characters from this universe are highly likely to be mentioned in writing & background as they play a crucial role to kevin's life & character. you can find some more background info here, creds to author. i have no triggers myself. all sensitive topics will be marked with trigger warnings in hashtags, please be wary. no explicit nsfw on this blog, fade to black for writing. this blog may explore: depression, ptsd, anxiety, panic attacks, violence, gore, traumatic recounts of psychological and physical abuse, substance abuse, control and manipulation, organised crime, cult-like dynamics, power imbalances & power dynamics, suicidal thoughts. this blog will not write: incest, rape, pedophilia, a/b/o universes or scat/watersports. blogs that explore content of this nature will be blocked, dni.

important: this blog is not any kind of safe space for zionist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, racist people & generally shitty behaviours. don't want to see any ai. minors dni. any of this will result in a block.

thank you for reading this & reaching here, hello! i would really like to make friends & long term partners with people! please be kind & respectful. roleplayer of 8+ years but gradually returning to tumblr roleplay after spending a long time away from it, patience & any help would be appreciated. please don't mind if i have questions as i adjust myself back to this platform! additionally, please don't take my delayed replies personally, i'm always interested & excited, i just get overwhelmed easy & it results in slower activity. i look forward to writing with you. :)

credits: lyrics in image & post - gemini feed, banks. titles of verses - all for us, zendaya & labrinth. kevin day, canon character - all for the game universe by nora sakavic, (kevin is also ingrained in my soul, however).

[lonelyhcart]

MEME DAY !

social media & texting prompts.

it's christmas time .

amara . jace . rowan . vince . zarina .

[xamassed]

⟬ @zorkaya ⟭

"Luke!" Zarina calls out, approaching the young angel with a bag in her hand. "Are you heading back to your dorm?" She asks when she's closer, but immediately looks around before leaning forward to whisper to the young angel. "Solomon wants to surprise you with his cooking, and I'm aware how bad it is for everyone else, so if you don't mind, could you pretend you and I have plans so we can be there ahead of time to protect the kitchen?" Scheming as always, even behind the wizard's back. Simeon better thank her later for this.

He knew her voice well, the sound of it putting a sweet smile on Luke's face long before he turned to meet her. "Zarina!"

The angel had no time to answer, as she was quick to devise a plan that would benefit their health. No one, not even the most vile of demons, deserved to suffer Solomon's cooking ( if it could be called that. )

All at once, the beaming boy became red-cheeked and serious. His fists clenched, and he leaned in closer still because his whisper was meant only for her.

"Sure thing. You can count on me, Zarina." He never wanted to disappoint her, even if it meant he needed to tell Solomon a little, white lie. He was quick, in fact, bringing out his phone and opening the private thread he had with the sorcerer. "Should I text him telling him I need the kitchen for a project?"

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. It was a project, but it wasn't meant for school. He only hoped that his distaste for lying wouldn't shine through.

[promotionpiotrgacmenga]

Recently visited my friends GSA Product Design exhibition. I could tell the students and staff were not as effective at curation as someone studying fine art as I felt like there was too much work on display in too little a space. There was lots of dead-ends and the whole thing felt like an unintentional maze. Some of the work was really interesting but I was greeted with huge paragraphs of text that all took about 2 minutes to read. If I wanted to have a thorough look at everyone's work including their sketchbooks on show, I would have spent around 2 hours wandering about. This made me think about how important it is to grasp the audience from the get go. I gave up trying to read each statement, instead reading the ones I was most interested in or didn't understand. This reminds me of the Lis Rhodes/Zarina Bhimji fiasco and how ones display methods were more effective than the others and drew me in. I think when loads of work is exhibited next to each other, it's hard to place a film or heavy piece as the viewer subconsciously knows they need to move onto the next thing. i look back to the Desk Bound Study exhibition where I exhibited multiple pieces of work on my desk alongside a journal. When invigilating I felt like there was few people who decided to spend more than 30 seconds looking through it, because they had so much more work to see. The same applied to one of my third year films, where people would watch it for 20 seconds then walk away despite having only watched a sixth of the full piece. I don't think this is an issue of the viewer or the work, instead an issue of curation and work selection. Ultimately you want viewers to fully engage in your work, as they might relate to what you are trying to express, however it's hard when your work is time based and/or involves reading as viewers have too much going on around them.