#airi-of-hearts

[thewildsorcerer]

Hello, stranger! You have lovely hair.

Welcome to The Beach.

—Airi ♥️

" .. Hello to you as well, stranger. Thank you for the compliment, I didn't expect everyone to like this hair so much-- but it is appreciated.

Hopefully I won't be here too long, but i also appreciate the welcome. It's an interesting place, I'll tell you that. "

@airi-of-hearts

[kuinaoflight]

❝Your cat… has it always had a German accent?❞ (is Chishiya the cat? maybe)

—Airi ♥️ (@airi-of-hearts)

Drunk/Drinking Starters

A cat…? Kuina couldn’t help but look around on the ground by her feet, half-expecting to find a feline about to encircle her ankles. Instead, Kuina finds nothing but the sticky floor of the party. Confusion is plain across her face when she meets Airi’s gaze again. “I have a cat?! Where is it? “

[airi-of-hearts]

Continued from here

Airi took a seat in front of Aguni and Andro, and accepted the glass Takeru offered her. She didn't drank from it immediately, though. She was wary of him, not afraid, but guarded.

She looked at her friend talking animatedly with the militant. Airi smiled, it was like seeing Andro be herself again, carefree and playful, it was good to see that this place hadn't taken that from her.

'So, Airi,' Takeru said, swirling the contents of his glass. 'Are you enjoying The Beach?'

Airi would have very much liked to say that she didn't. But the truth was that it was not a bad arrangement, all things considered, to have a place to return to after a game. She shrugged. 'It could be worse.'

Takeru leaned forward. 'But it could be better? Tell me what you'd like. Maybe we can reach an agreement.'

'I doubt it.' Airi finally took a sip of his drink.

'How had I not seen you before?'

'Too much alcohol? Or perhaps it's those sunglasses,' Airi sassed him.

Takeru removed the sunglasses and stared at her. 'Well, I am looking now.' Airi held his gaze, and saw something behind his eyes. Yes, the man in front of her was high on power, apparently trying to seduce her, but there was a spark of fear. He was playing a role even now. She wondered just how many things at The Beach were just a facade.

He put the sunglasses back on. 'I see now. Hearts games. You're good at reading people. Were you reading me just now?'

'Well you make it too easy.' Airi drank deeply from her glass.

'Why don't we send our friends away and you can spend the night reading me?'

It was Airi's turn to laugh. 'Do you truly think you're that hard to read, or that interesting?'

Someone opened the door to the suite. Two girls in tiny golden bikinis stumbled in and made to rush toward Takeru but froze when they saw the other three people in the room.

'Ah, but it looks like you already have willing readers.' Airi stood up, downing the rest of her drink. 'Andro, I'll wait for you by the pool.'

Airi walked out of the room, not entirely sure why her heart was racing.

@andromedagarcia @biggunsaguni @boss-of-the-beach

[andromedagarcia]

(for @airi-of-hearts for the Wonderland AU, since she wrote me the most beautiful thing this morning and i love her to bits, a little gift ♡ in spirit of @all-mad-hare's event!)

[prosopagn0sis-a]

@airi-of-hearts, who needed some fluff, but also — did such a good job.

a message delivered.

sometimes even i need a reminder that this is my book, my story — and i can bend it to my will — so today i came up with new stitching methods as i sew airi's skin like a fabric of some dress. she didn't deserve the beheading and thus i'm fixing what shouldn't be done, putting her wobbly head in place with all the gentleness i could possibly muster out of my very uncapable hands.

i wasn't made to be a medic, clearly.

“you did a great job, dear,” i coo while stroking the delicate and fluffy ears as to ease the pain even by a little, letting the white rabbit's now reattached head rest on my lap. “so, so brave.”

the appreciation is half forced and half sincere. i'm not used to praising, especially when someone executed my orders, but queen of hearts was, in fact, heartless and could get rid of my precious bunny — airi, aware of that fact, still decided to complete the task.

good girl.

a proof i still have allies in the wonderland.

wait, no, they called it differently now.

“wondarkland,” shuntarō corrects, lurking from behind my back.

ah yes, right. wondarkland.

a proof i still have allies in the wondarkland, even if they don't remember me much; they trust me despite perceiving me as 'the one who makes sense' — and sense is not something welcome here.

doesn't matter.

what matters now is airi's feet, tired and bruised from all the hopping, carefully bandaged; albeit some blood still soaks through the cloth. i kneel before the white rabbit. she knows i don't smile, but i wish i could, just to reassure her more and more, until her wounds heal and she can spread the good news across the red queen's territory — and further into the forests.

she knows all the good places. hiding spots. she caught me smoking in the closets and storage rooms countless of times, but kept it for herself (albeit scolding me, but it's just because she had to, i suppose).

now, i still pet her. the pocket watch isn't ticking. means we still have time to rest.

“sleep now, my little bunny. i'll keep you safe.”

i don't make promises, but i won't betray her. them. i know wonderland wondarkland's citizens' weaknesses. we're gonna be okay.

they are going to be okay.

finally.

as white rabbit's eyes finally close, i can't help but whisper, “it's all gonna be over soon.”

[just-anotherplayer]

Hello, welcome to The Beach!

You have a kindness about you… don’t let this place take it from you.

—Airi ♥️ (@airi-of-hearts)

Well hello there! Thank you for the warm welcome... Airi, right?

Well I appreciate the nice words but I think it takes one to know one. A type of kindness vibrates off you too. Maybe we can help each other from losing our kindness to this world?

-Hozier

[herculesgarcia]

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

—Airi ♥️

'Airiairiairiairiairiairi...' Hércules had lost count of how many times he had said the blonde woman's name, only stopping when he didn't have enough air in his lungs to utter any more words, continuing right after inhaling and exhaling, all the while poking at her arm with an index finger.

'Wake up, Airi!' Slightly bothered because his friend did nothing but groan lazily, he decided to take away the sheets covering her. But even that didn't give the desired results. It was summer, after all, so it was not like she was using them out of necessity, maybe just to... find comfort.

Which was something a lot of people needed, in the Borderlands.

Ignoring the sting he felt, deep in his heart, he kept going, until he had an idea. 'Andro is ANGRY and is going to burn the Beach down!'

That did it. The thought of Andro being mad at someone, something, and having access to a burning device was something that would have made Hércules shit his pants... if it were true. And it had the same reaction in Airi.

He just smiled as innocently as possible when the woman, with a pout of annoyance, after realizing that his words were clearly not true (otherwise he wouldn't just be standing here, would he?), asked him what the reason for waking her up was.

'I'm reaaaaaaaally bored, wanna do something?'

@airi-of-hearts

[boss-of-the-beach]

[from @cassiopeiagarcia]

Stop stalking Airi. Creep.

I’m not stalking her, I’m checking her out looking out for her

—Hatter 😎

[corvinusvortex]

11. What is one (1) skill your muse has been wanting to learn, but hasn’t, yet?

—Airi ♥️

random character development q’s! 

Proper martial arts. She's good at fighting, don't get me wrong. But it's still missing the cherry on top.

-mun

[heavenswaif]

nicole dollanganger fan meet up

[supersonicanimates]

WE PASSED UPON THE STAIR... WE SPOKE OF WAS AND WHEN...

[kuinaoflight]

Spider Cider: What kind of drinks (alcoholic or nonalcoholic) do they refuse to drink? Is there a reason they won’t drink it?

(from @airi-of-hearts)

Undertale Headcanon Questions

Spider Cider: What kind of drinks (alcoholic or nonalcoholic) do they refuse to drink? Is there a reason they won’t drink it?: Kuina hates anything and everything licorice tasting. That applies to drinks both alcoholic or nonalcoholic. There’s no particular reason, she just hates the flavor and bitterness. Which might be surprising considering she’s a former smoker and some might claim they taste similar or are both just as bad. Of course if someone challenged her, she’d drink it.

[airi-of-hearts]

♥      ⸻     𝑨𝒊𝒓𝒊 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊:  an original  heart's  specialist  in  Alice  in  Borderland  universe,  loved  by  𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆  (she/her,  18+).  Sideblog,  following  from  𝖏-𝖔𝖋𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘.

𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑  survival  traits  of  reservation  and  observation  ♥  being  quiet  with  strangers,  but  loud  with  dearest  ones  ♥  love  for  dancing  and  fencing,  reading  books  and  people  ♥  keeping  it  cool  under  extreme  conditions  ♥  having  a  loving  heart  in  a  brutal  world

Rules  and  about  mun  under  the  cut.

𝑴𝒖𝒏  is  primarily  a  fic  writer;  Airi  is  an  OC  I  created  for  a  fic.  I  only  started  getting  into  RP  recently,  so  I  apologize  in  advance  if  my  replies  feel  off,  you  are  welcome  to  let  me  know  (but please be polite).

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

♥  Mun  and  muse  are  18+  so  mandatory:  minors  DNI.

♥  This  is  a side blog,  so  unfortunately,  I  won't  be  able  to  reply  to  posts  or  send  asks  off  anon.  If  I  screenshoot  your  reply  and  answer  to  it  in  a  reblog  instead,  that's  why.

♥  Open  to  all  sorts  of  interactions:  memes,  asks  with  short  replies,  longer  threads,  etc.  If  you  want  to  ship  with  my  muse,  please  DM  me  first  and  let  me  know  if  you  have  a  starter  or  plot  in  mind.  I  do  not  write  explicit  stuff  but  I’m  okay  with  mature  themes. 

♥  Fandom  in  general,  and  roleplaying  in  particular,  are  meant  to  be  fun.  So  please  don’t  be  rude  ooc,  I  will  block  you.

♥  It  may  look  like  I’m  here  all  the  time,  but  as  a  boring  adult,  I  do  have  a  job  and  stuff  to  do  outside  tumblr  and  I  understand  everyone  else  does  too.  That  said,  I  know  it  can  be  frustrating  to  wait  for  a  reply  and  not  know  if  the  other  person  just  forgot  or  if  they  don't  want  to  continue  that  particular  interaction,  so  if  it’s  taking  me  too  long  to  reply,  please  message  me  and  I’ll  let  you  know  if  I  don’t  have  time  at  the  moment  or  if  I’m  going  through  a  creative  block  or  something.

[andromedagarcia]

wrote a little something for the wonderland AU, featuring the three siblings and @hinataxsunshine and @airi-of-hearts ♡ hope you guys like it!

A curious friendship, that between a rabbit, a mouse, and a serpent.

The sun was setting, the sky looked wounded, the crimson color of spilled blood, like that which covered the white roses blossoming in the Red Queen's garden, yellow clouds like gold spreading on the horizon, as if a painter (Cass, maybe? But she had buried her tools for art with Soma's body. Her words being there's no point in creating anything when all love has died, Andro, you know all my creations come from the heart) had drawn them with their brush.

'So what you are saying is that...'

Andro's voice was interrupted by her younger sister, who started laughing out of nowhere. First, it was nothing but a chuckle, prolonged in time. Then, it was as if someone had just told her the best joke she had ever heard in her entire life. She held her belly with both hands, bent over, tears streaming down her face. Had she stopped crying, since he had died? Would she stop crying? The Mad Hatter was becoming madder every single day.

With a flick of her black wings she signaled Hércules to do something. The soldier obeyed, not only because she was his Commander, but also because she was the oldest of the siblings, the one that had raised them all. The reason why they were in this mess? Could she have avoided it? Doubts plagued her mind and spread like a cancer, but they were not of any help, so she set them apart.

'You want to join our flanks.' The air heavy with lavender, the King of Hearts' favorite flower. What once had been a shiny, lustrous, green garden, in which hedges were shaped into a million different animals, both big and small, fountains threw up glistening water into the air and a hundred types of flowers grew, now was an unkempt mess, one that Andrómeda did not recognize as home.

Her dark, snake-like eyes focused on the people in front of her. A white rabbit and a mouse. Her natural prey. She didn't wait for an answer, a long, sharpened claw leaving an ugly mark on the wood of the table she had, until then, been sitting behind. Now she stood up, circling it, as she liked her lips with a long, forked tongue.

'Wine?' She offered, while she considered their words. 'It's not poisoned, don't worry about that.' She made sure to add, because while Mira may have used those tactics, that was not the White Qu... Mad Hatter's style.

'I will.' Hércules quickly said, leaving his now weeping sister pulling her own curls, rocking back and forth, whispering he's coming, he's coming, he's coming and she'll come and kill us all and she'll come and cut our heads off and the first time nothing will happen, nor the second, nor the third, only I will faint and then on the fourth he will forget his name, was it the fourth, was it the fifth? A fifth one, a sixth one, a seventh one, an eighth one... He'll die then, I'll die with him, The White Queen will die and the Mad Hatter will be born, she'll be born in Bethlehem like the Sphynx of the Second Coming, she's here to stay, the Mad Hatter... But I'm wearing a veil, shouldn't I be the Mad Veil-er? Oh, no, I do wear a hat too, don't I?

Andro resisted the urge to grimace, or to yell at her brother. He would probably be drunkest person in the room in about an hour, making a fool of himself, consuming alcohol being his way of dealing with this whole mess. She was, however, tired of playing his mother. She walked back to Cass, who was sitting under a withering tree, with a white stained dress that reeked of death and looked the part, as well, the veil over her face, not dark enough to keep her from seeing her little sister's features.

'You're wearing a hat too, Cass. It's fine. No Sphynx is coming.'

'No, I'm the Sphynx. I only bring death and pain and death and pain and other things that start with d such as... death, and pain, and despair and doom, tears? DECEASE, DISSOLUTION, DEMISE, DESTRUCTION.' Her voice grew louder and louder, until Andro crouched by her side and placed a calming hand on her shoulder, silencing her instantly. She raised her head, big, bewitching, beautiful brown eyes looking at her, filled with tears. 'He's dead, isn't he?'

'He is.'

Bawling. Lamenting. Mourning. Sobbing.

The cycle starting, once again. How long now, until she forgot?

The Jabberwock stood up, stretching her menacing wings, looking at both rabbit and mouse and promising herself she wouldn't eat them, no matter what her instincts told her. Because she needed their help.

'Just tell me there's a possibility of bringing her back.'

[prosopagn0sis-a]

for @airi-of-hearts who spreads our work all across the borderlands; for collecting the pieces and keeping them together here.

i sit in front of my desk lazily flipping through the pages of the book. i'm still trying to make sense of this mess that happened, but should have not, so i rest my head against my palm and wait patiently for messenger to appear.

here she is, airi, and yet i can only recognize her by the sense of hurry and the messenger bag she has to her side. i force a polite smile waving at her, stopping her between her hops.

the pocket watch she cautiously checks when she sees me stops ticking. this is the meeting she tried to remember to get to and i don't blame her for getting lost between the paragraphs. i would have hard times finding paths and people while my head wobbled around like that as well — a result of beheading carried out in a sleazy manner. i make my best attempt at trying not to look at the red and jagged flesh poking out from under white rabbit's scarf; i don't want to make airi uncomfortable.

“a scattered dream that's like a far off memory,” i start cautiously, knowing how prone bunnies are to panicking and how easily they hop away from any danger and threat. “and a far off memory that's like a scattered dream. i want to line the pieces up. yours,” i look around the wonderland, spreading my hands, trying to embrace everything around us all at once — all the withered roses far away in red queen's castle, all the broken cups from mad hatter's parties, all the stakes king of hearts' head was stuck to and all the forest around us; the hideout of all of those who tried to form some sort of allyship against mira. but also cheshire's smile. dormouse's insignificance. white rabbit's soft fur.

i look at the nurse before me.

“and mine.”

she seems uncomfortable.

there's something saltatory in the way she runs from patient to patient. it's my way of defining her for now and i see her pretty often. at my words her nose wrinkles to the side, long white wiskers quavering with it. i make my best effort at faking a smile, but i'm sure airi knows it's a forced, nothing but a taught expression. she knows me so well. knows i can't recognize peoples faces, and thus never learned to show emotions through my features.

her ears twitch. i've got her attention.

“i know what you've planned and i know what you're planning. killing the queen of hearts is not that easy, the jabberwock and the soldier and the white queen are already aware, but i know there's more of you wishing to get rid of her,” i explain and before the white rabbit jumps away, i raise my hands, showing no signs of any ill intentions. no weapons, no nothing. i'm just here to talk and i hope airi sees that, too.

just like the king of hearts did, but he's a fool; he can't remember his own name, but remembers my father not being there when he was the one responsible for saving my life, sewing the skin and flesh of mine i willingly cut open with the sharp blade of my guardian's knife. he never learns when i talk to him, telling him exactly how to stop the illness around this world from spreading. there's not much i can't do with him alone.

i don't know why queen of hearts' anger was directed towards airi at all, and i hope one day i'll be blessed with the knowledge, but there's not much time left, white rabbit's clock will start ticking again any moment now.

“please do make sure she gets the message. tell her, the one who makes sense will join her tea party, and will play chess with her. tell her, please, my dear bunny, that she shall await my arrival.”

i don't know if airi will deliever my words to the right ears. i might've accidentally scared her.

i close the book in hopes that mira will be prepared.

[sillayobjects]

belly rubbing a hater