#Amarion

[lotro-quest-objectives]

Help Amarion escape from the Black Dens

[kiddysart]

My version didn't came out any better, but I had a bone to pick with Amarion's poster.

Original down the cut.

[hallothere]

ok ok so, hear me out, Amarion, right? I saw that one ficlet you did where he got amnesia after he went missing and it was amazing and sad, but now I raise you... 6! Reverse amnesia (everyone else has no memory/recognition of your character).

sorry that was extremely evil but we're going with it

"What did you say your name was?"

He did not intend to be cruel. Never cruel to... well, this young man looked like a newly-sashed Ranger, at least in age. His uniform however showed signs of incredible wear. Deep wilderness assignment, most likely. But he had not been in any recent initiation. Saeradan would remember.

But, his darker thoughts were put off by the sight of that star... To steal a Ranger uniform was a difficult (but not impossible) task. And yet, this young man kept that star clean. Cared for the finish and didn't polish it to an unstealthy gleam. A Ranger would know to do that. As for the unsteady sewing, well...

"Amarion." The young man was close to tears. One arm whole and hale wrapped protectively around the other. And the way he looked at him-- whoever this Amarion was, he'd approached with sword sheathed. Weapons tucked away. Hand empty. If this young man was half the Ranger he looked, he would never approach a stranger that way.

It struck him at last. A hundred little observations, a twist in his gut. He didn't now this Amarion, but Amarion was practically throwing his life and fate into his hands. The way a lost child trusts a guard in arms. Body and soul, he was certain Saeradan would take care of him.

"Come along then, Amarion." He said at last, and now a tear did fall from the young man's face. "Come back to my cabin. We will have you fed, and you can tell your tale in safety."

[rapscallion-rumble]

Stars Sirius A (Amarion) and B (Bhagyatara)

The brightest star in the night sky is named Sirius, but Sirius is actually two stars, A and B.

A, or the Dog Star, a main sequence star like our own sun, while B, or the Pup Star, is what is called a white dwarf and doesn't produce as much light and heat as they did millions of years ago

The name Sirius comes from Greek, so I gave A more proper name. With B, I thought about Hindu religion and the idea of samsara as B was originally a different kind of star but is slowly dying out, so I gave them a hindi name.

Feel free to critique this, as I am not from India nor live there. I simply like learning about cultures and adding them to my art.

[pretty-idol-hell]

YAAAYYYY FINALLY! Made it before the weekend I'm so happy! My new PriPara CDs are here! Also my box of PriPara Sanrio badges that I ordered a while ago and bundled into the same shipment. They came with two postcards!

The CDs came with two keychains as a special bonus from ordering through Rakuten Books. Inside, the CDs come with lyrics and big stickers of the album art.

Part of the reason I was tracking this package so intently, is because I wanted to make sure I could scan the covers with Idol Land PriPara's AR Scan function before 12/4/2024 to get the bonus!!

I always like doing things the official way when I can. Of course the truth is, as some of you have already figured out... I could have done this all along. You don't really need to own the CDs, just scan a picture of the cover art. In fact, I tested the photos in this image and they work. And I mean... If I were living in Japan and couldn't afford the CDs, I would surely scan them in the store to get the bonus haha. So go ahead and scan them! And don't say Idol Land isn't generous sometimes.

Open Dream Land was announced to be scannable and to have a bonus, but as far as I know they didn't say anything about Melody Moments! So I don't know if you will get anything for scanning that one, other than the fun bonus of having discovered Laala will appear.

[find-the-path]

"Anywhere can be a stage as long as you have an audience."

For Lotro Geoguesser! 1 point for region, 1 point for location!

I love that area!! Amon Raith in the western North Downs, guarded by Amarion the very harried Ranger! (and his faithful companion Iorhu!) :D

[always-wizu-you]

Hello! It's less than a month to WITH's 4th live, and less than a day to PriPara joint live!

Since Idol Land actually uploaded the CG live of Amari's duet with Mario and Pororo (Pololo?) I think we'd get to see it on the event 👀

It's kinda late so I'm not going to translate anything, but Reiou posted a selfie of WITH practicing today. He's wearing same-ish clothes with Kobatatsu! (He calls him "Taa"... They called Kobatatsu "Ta-tan" and even omit the "-tan" now?)

I hope the preparation goes well for both events!

[nynehells]

A waist-up of KingHaast's D&D character Zephia Amarion :D

thank you for your support!

[rabbitthedarkidol]

New update! Here I am with my Valentines Coord and a home made dark Dorothy because I have yet to find the legit one, yay! I'm really hyped up for the dark evil Dorothy, because It MIGHT only be a reference to Idol Land, but, given that we are on February, it could also tease either a season two announcement or maybe, MAYBE something Mario related besides his birthday? A girl can dream (Do I categorize as a girl anymore? [I have claimed the title of mad woman, leave me alone.])

Stage one of the LeonaDorothymathon done! Really like this kind of event to match the outfits! I hope I do have the rest of them, lol. I really want that grey desaturated Dorothy coord, lets do our best!!

This Amari background is so cute! Too bad you can't make your character big enough to pose them alongside her...

Even tho I do not really celebrate Valentine because of #reasons, I LOVE the aesthetic, and these backgrounds just hit it for me: Hearts, sparkles, sweets, SWEETS. How silly. How lovely.

On regard to the new log in bonus, I love I will have more tickets for the Amarion gacha but also fuck you Idol Land, fuck you for giving us only crumbles, I love you and I hate you a̶̯͊̄n̸̗̔d̵̘̿̑̕ ̴̈́́͘͜Ḭ̴̡̄̆̕ ̷̛̱̭̬͕̆ȧ̴̺̲m̷̲̣̑͐̃̋ ̸̖̪̈l̶̫͌͝ó̷̢̈́̽ő̴̝̯͓̎͝s̴̢̘͈̯̃̃́͝ȉ̵͎̱͈̊͛͝n̵̤̓ģ̴̢͕̜̒ ̷̝̗̳͑̋̕m̷̗͌́́y̸̥͂ ̴͓̏m̸̬̀͛̊̉i̶̱̟̕n̶͓͉͂͒̓͜ḍ̵̯̌͠.̸̡̮̠̓ͅ.̴̜̈́͛̐.̸͔̍..

[manifestingquisims]

Miika has to comfort baby Amarion, because of course he still hates tummy time... Figures.. 😂

[flipsdraws]

Oc’s doodles, here’s Nathan, Amarion and Perla.

Here’s like some concept for their design, they may change lmao.

They are in a band also

[hallothere]

18 for the angstiest character possible?? 👀

this one became the worst possible fix-it, so, warning for characters having survived horrible injury (i'm sorry in advance this one is mean)

"I'm sorry. I don't remember."

Saeradan's first instinct was to reach out, to grip his shoulders and either hug or shake him as hard as he could. There had been no news, no heralds, no word from the south other than what the brigands carried. Something had changed. There was a lightness in the air, in the water that had been all the more apparent after the suffocating days of darkness. Something had happened.

"Can you tell me... can you tell me about this?" He reached out gently and took the sleeve, sewn shut at the elbow, and cradled the arm beneath it.

"Oh." The reaction seemed almost bemused. Sad, but without recognition. His heart sank. "This. I... I'm afraid it's always been like this. The Caru-lûth did say it was a noble wound, from battle, but the words they used were strange." He smiled sadly. "I must not be one of them, am I?"

"No," Saeradan swallowed thickly, "you are of the Dunedain. The people of Arnor. Do you know Esteldin? Tinnudir?"

"Tinnudir..." He rolled the word around. "What a good name! Is he one of my kin?"

Saeradan couldn't stop his heart from pounding. His chest roared with the ache of grief and the hammer of fear. There would be no news of his kin. Not now, maybe not soon. Least of all from a messenger in such a sorry state.

"Come, Amarion... Let's return to my cabin. I'll make you dinner."

"Amarion! Now that is a name I like. Is it mine?"

[celebrise]

I   BET   YOU   THINK   THIS   SONG   IS   ABOUT   YOU   …  

sacha   faris   rassin.      twenty9.      heir.      pain   in   the   fuckin'   ass.

named...      sacha   faris   hassin.         nicknamed...      that   cunt,   usually.         aged...      twenty9.         date   +   place   of   birth...      may   21,   1994.   paris,   france.         star   sign...      gemini.         gender...      cis   man,   he/him.         orientations...      bisexual,   biromantic.         occupation...      spare   to   the   hassin   family   fortune,   whose   blood   money   runs   in   media      &      real   estate.   otherwise,   glorified   nepo   baby.         inspirations...      roman   roy,   succession.   stupid   rich   boys   (   derogatory   ).         vice   &   virtue...      lust,   charity.

i.      when   your   mother   leaves   the   doctor   for   the   third   time,   that   telltale   rosy   glow   dawning   on   the   high   points   of   her   bared   cheeks,   the   paparazzi   go   wild.      the   headline:      third   time’s   a   charm   for   the   rassins      !      (      your   father   is   in   the   midst   of   a   business   meeting.   saigon,   maybe      ?      the   housemaids   don’t   know,   she   doesn’t   care   to   ask.      )      when   your   mother   is   hospitalised   with   hyperemesis,   with   staggering   weight   loss,   your   father   is   not   to   be   found   at   her   bedside.      (      no,   he’s   at   work.   are   you   seeing   it   yet,   darling      ?      )      when   you   make   your   way   into   this   world,   screaming      &      fighting,   your   mother’s   bedside   remains   remarkably   empty.      (      ask   her   about   it.   she’ll   say   he   was   with   his   lawyers,   or   that   putain   of   his,   one      &      the   same,   if   you   ask   her      /      have   you   caught   the   thread   yet      ?      )      in   every   candid   family   portrait,   there   is   a   glaring   absence.   you   don’t   have   to   be   a   genius   to   figure   out   that   the   absent   spectre   wears   thousand   -   dollar   suits,   drips   in   expensive   cologne,   doesn’t   want   to   be   there   in   the   first   fucking   place.

ii.      jacqueline      &      amarion   rassin   aren’t   good   parents.      (      no   fuckin’   shit,   sherlock.      )      they’re   not   even   good   people,   either,   strictly   speaking      —      but   their   parenting,   now,   that   shit   leaves   a   hell   of   a   lot   to   be   desired.   three   kids,   a   rotation   of   nannies      &      tutors      &      chefs      &      fuckin’      …      whatever   else   they   can   throw   money   at.   the   staff   are   all   dead   -   eyed,   like   they   don’t   hear   the   petulant   whines   of   children   starved   of   anything   so   much   as   resembling   halfway   -   decent   attention      &      only   see   dollar   signs.      green,   green,   green,   baby.      shove   enough   bills   down   their   throat,   non   -   disclosures   up   the   fuck,   the   rotation   continues,   you   stay   crying   out   for   love.   rinse,   repeat,   it   shouldn’t   be   a   goddamn   surprise   that   you   ended   up   like   this.      ladies      &      gentlemen,   a   study   in   emotional   neglect:      the   child   has   everything   it   could   possibly   want   for,   except   for   a   heart   that   beats   in   rhythmic   timing   with   anyone   else’s.   no,   you’re   all   off   fuckin’   kilter,   each   marching   to   a   beat   so   uniquely   your   own      …      &      yet,   always   just   a   few   beats   off   from   each   other.   funny,   how   that   works.

iii.      your   brother      &      sister,   you’d   think   you’d   be   able   to   form   an   unsteady   alliance   with   them.   break   some   kind   of   peace,   make   a   good   faith   treaty   with   trembling,   sweaty,   hands      /      sandbox   charter,   something   like   that.      nulla   in   mondo   pax   sincera.      you   treat   each   other   like   wary,   tentative   acquaintances,   suspicion   always   a   patina   in   the   deep   brown   of   your   eyes   when   you   regard   either   of   them   a   moment   too   long.   sometimes,   it’s   less   like   you’re   kids      &      more   like   goddamned   wild   animals,   half   -   starved   of   something   so   crucial   that   you’re   not   real   without   it.   your   entire   childhood,   you   feel   like   a   fourth   -   wall   -   broken   julius   caesar.      so,   which   one   of   you   cunts   is   going   to   knife   me   first      ?

iv.      eton   college:   you   can   probably   blame   it   for   a   lot.   your   family   may   have   raised   you   sans   notable   warmth,   but   eton   teaches   you   that   sometimes,   genuine   affection   can   be   faked.      (      for   a   price.   stupid   boy,   no   price   is   too   high   if   it   means   you   feel   wanted.      )      toss   enough   money   at   the   problem,      &      soon   it’ll   be   cooing   your   name,   that’s   the   first   lesson   you   learn.   it’s   the   first   high   you   feel,   that   of   a   warm   grin   shot   your   way   after   you   pay   for   something   unnecessary,   something   hedonistic,   something   that   makes   you   feel   like   somebody   someone   might   want   to   be   around.   hallowed   halls   are   where   you   first   learn   that   you   might   be   worth   a   damn      …         or,   at   least,   your   money      &      your   surname   are.      &      that’s   all   that   matters,   right      ?

v.      you   don’t   know   why   you   do   it,   chase   the   monumental   high   that   is   father’s   validation      /      it’s   icarus,   leaping   off   the   edge   to   a   singed   demise   just   to   see   daedalus   grin   for   a   moment.      (      &      the   wax   drips   golden   ichor   down   the   planes   of   your   shoulders,   but   that   stone   of   his   never   changes.   mark   your   failure   up   to   one   more   disappointment,   move   on,   don’t   think   about   what   it   must   have   took   you   to   jump.      )      you   get   a   law   degree,   oxford.   prestige.   he   doesn’t   so   much   as   congratulate   you.   you   try   to   use   it,   but   you’re   not   cut   for   the   whole   thing.   not   so   much   as   a   fuckin’   VOICEMAIL   on   your   graduation   day,   but   you   get   a   stern   call   from   his   secretary   on   the   day   you   quit   your   job   as   a   solicitor.      i   expected   more   from   you.      &      it   breaks   something,   beyond   time   -   thickened   dermis,   a   little   fragment   of   you   that   had   remained   unshattered   until   then.   you’re   sure   you’ll   remember   that   phone   call   until   the   day   you   die,   admonishment   from   the   secondhand   horse’s   mouth.   he   couldn’t   even   be   bothered   to   tell   you   himself.

vi.      oh,   you’re   disappointed   about   that      ?      you   just   fuckin’   wait.   london   to   los   angeles,   new   york,   san   francisco,   a   real   estate   portfolio   that   says   fuck   you,   dad.   champagne,   fountains   of   the   shit.   the   parties   are   endless,   expensive   affairs   where   everybody   knows   your   name,   your   face,   the   sleek   flash   of   your   american   express,   but   nobody   thinks   to   ask   what’s   driving   you   to   it.      &      maybe   that’s   all   you’ve   EVER   wanted,   to   be   asked   how   you’re   doing,   to   be   afforded   the   luxurious   liberty   of   admitting   that   something   isn’t   quite   right.   instead,   you   paste   sarcasm      &      winning   grins   over   something   that’s   fractured   beyond   repair,   choose   coquetry   over   candor.   is   it   that   you’re   scared,   that   your   inner   thoughts   are   deemed   far   too   shallow   to   be   deserving   of   being   spat      ?      fuck   knows.   whatever.   keep   on   playing   the   part,   nepo   baby,   dumb   rich   boy,   straight   teeth      &      more   money   than   sense,      &      don’t   you   dare   let   on   that   you   might   want   to   be   more   than   the   sum   of   your   bank   account.   god   forbid.

[pretty-idol-hell]

Amarion official art and goods have been revealed. The goods will be available in Prism Stone from 4/20/24 and online from 4/26/24.

https://animetimes-store.com/shops/prismstone

[home-inspiration-blog]

18-year-old suspect arrested in deadly Long Beach shooting 

An 18-year-old suspect was arrested for the shooting death of a man in Long Beach. The suspect was identified as Mario Amarion Jennings, a Rancho Cucamonga resident, according to the Long Beach Police Department.  On Dec. 10, 2024, police responded to a shooting on the 900 block of Via Carmelitos at around 1:15 p.m. Arriving officers found the victim, Dwayne Walton, 32, from Los Angeles, with…