#aria answers.

[luneariaa]

Here's my terrarium! I'm actually really proud of how it turned out. Her name is Persephone. I should make another one and name it Hades.

OMGG IT LOOKS SO PRETTY!! 😭💗💗💗 i think i never really knew that's actually terrarium LMAO 😭😭 so it feels nice seeing it from you (o´▽`o) 💖💖💖‼( legit had to search up too KSGDMDJ ) ITS ALMOST LIKE A MINI GARDEN TOO!! 💕💕💕

[arialerendeair]

King!Dream and Knight!Hob! All the feels you can fit in that bad boy! Angst, pining, whump, whatever floats your boat! Spicy times if the spirit moves you!

THESE TWO ARE EVERYTHING TO ME AND I LOVE THEM, BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS IT CAN GO. BUT HERE IS ONE OF THEM!!

~!~

There's, of course, the Knight Hob who has been working his way into the position, is FIERCELY loyal to his king, and becoming a member of his Kingsguard is everything he has ever wanted in his entire life. It's an honor and a pleasure (even though it makes him ache, soul-deep, as he realizes how lonely his King is, how much the crown weighs on him, and how much everyone demands from him, and how the King denies himself to meet the needs of others).

They get closer and closer, because Hob isn't befitting a Consort, even as Dream himself (his King had insisted, whispering, demanding, that he use his given name, because save for his Niece, his Heir, no one else did, and Hob hadn't been able to resist the quiet plea in those words), picks an Heir and protects their Kingdom and continues to rule alone. So though he cannot rule by Dream's side, Hob does everything he can to support Dream, every day.

Sometimes that includes dismissing the other guards to ensure the King can take a bath in peace. Sometimes it includes ensuring the fire is extra built up on the coldest nights and the warmest of furs have made their way onto Dream's bed. He loves his King (because of course he loves Dream), and there is nothing he wouldn't do to ensure that his King was happy. Absolutely nothing. He would give anything, everything, to ensure the happiness of his King.

And that includes his own life.

When an attempt is made on Dream's life, when the crossbow bolt is pointed at him from across the hall, Hob is stepping up and into it, without a second's thought. It tears through his shoulder, sinking deep into the flesh, and Hob's last thought is that he hopes he dies, not because he wants to die (far from it - he never wants to die), but because he will no longer be able to protect his King with an injury like this and that is worse, so much worse.

When the world goes black around him, Hob doesn't hear the shout from his King, or the explosion of furious magic that follows, nor the soft as satin hands that are touching the area around where the bolt is buried in his skin.

When he wakes, a great deal of time has passed, and even still, Hob is exhausted, and he's already wondering if he has been dismissed to a medical room befitting his station when he forces his eyes open and is surprised to recognize the King's Chambers. A few belated seconds later has him realizing that not only is he in the King's chambers, but he is in the King's bed, and his heart jumps into his throat, because the King, Dream, is sitting beside him in bed, reading by the light of the candle beside the bed.

He shifts, just enough to alert Dream and wide blue eyes dart down to stare at him, and then it is a scramble of hastily whispered words to hold still, and then Dream is holding a cup of water to his lips for him to sip from. Just that is exhausting, but his throat no longer feels on fire, and Dream, beautiful, perfect Dream, is still watching him, afraid.

"You mustn't ever do that again," Dream orders, his voice soft, but shaking. "Never. You were nearly lost to us."

Hob smiles despite himself, because the King's demand is a foolish one. "A worthy sacrifice to keep you safe, my King." He's surprised when Dream's face crumples in return and his hand is taken, cradled oh-so-carefully, and pulled closer. "Dream? Why-"

"You were nearly lost to ME," Dream growls, pressing a desperate kiss to Hob's palm. "I cannot lose you. I cannot." Another desperate kiss to the warm skin against his lips, before he meets his knight's eyes once more.

Hob's breath has caught and he is staring at his King with wide, shocked eyes. He strokes his fingertips down the length of Dream's cheek, before tracing the swell of his lower lip, marveling at the allowance, that Dream has not moved, nor denied him. "Dream."

Dream's breath leaves him in a heaving rush. "Never again would I have you hear me address me as my title. My given name has never sounded right until it fell from your lips, and I would hear it every time you address me henceforth." He pauses, breathing deep. "I have no desire to be a King to you, Hob, not any longer. I wish to be something far more dear, and I will not wait until death has stolen you from my arms to make you mine."

The smile that grows on his face is wide and shocked, happy and stunned all at once. Though there are many more words to be spoken, plans to be made, there is perhaps only one thing that matters in that moment, and Hob takes the excruciating amount of effort required to lift his hand, place it on the back of Dream's neck, to pull him into a kiss.

"That is a command I am happy to obey, my Dream."

[bungouchronicles]

Sometimes I'll warm up to Fyodor or maybe even start to like him only to be reminded as to why I don't at the start of every month

[kitausuret]

Alright, I have to admit I have not kept up at all with the Carnage/Flash side of Venom comic verse these past few years, so - who is Aria? The few issues I've read centered on Flash during these wacky symbiote times did not contain her, and the Marvel comics wiki gives me nothing. But you have me curious.

Hey there, friend! You wanna know who Aria is? Well, that's exactly what I'm here for. You're right, though - I'm not sure she even has a wiki article yet. She doesn't even have a last name! But I'm all for those underappreciated characters, so, let's go.

(All the following panels will be by Gronbekk/Perez from Carnage 2023.)

(Carnage #1)

We first meet Aria as the bartender at the very on-the-nose-named "Pour Decisions" bar. "Wait, isn't Flash an alcoholic?" Well... yeah. But Aria doesn't know that. And As you can see by the narration, it doesn't have the same effect on him that it used to. But, you'll see this is just another demon he has to battle.

Aria is clearly familiar with Flash - he's become a regular by this point. He's also a bit of a loner but he still knows how to put on the charm. But also, Aria understandably shows some concerns about him.

Flash is seeking purpose in his life, but he's not finding it. Aria knows he's well-meaning, but as always, Flash sometimes gets himself into trouble when he tries to help. It's too bad!

Because Flash is the best, he does apologize for his ill-timed heroics, and like, honestly, who can stay mad at him? Not Aria, even with her perfect hair. (I love her hair.)

(Carnage #2)

She also calls him out on looking like a damn mess.

She's SO into him though and it's so cute. I'm gonna cry. She wants to take that boy home and [redacted/saved for fanfic].

Aria unfortunately vanishes for most of the rest of the series, but since we're appreciating women, let's appreciate Liz for a second here too, after she and Flash take down Carnage.

(Carnage #8)

I'm always giggling at this. Flash doesn't get why there are so many damn symbiotes these days, either.

So even though Aria saw Flash initially as a mess (which he was)...

...after nearly dying at Carnage's hand multiple times/almost losing his mom/being trapped in the Darkforce Cube etc etc, he decides he's got to put himself back together. I do like the panel of him fixing one of his prostheses a lot. It's a nice touch we haven't seen the likes of since Space Knight. (Nice job, Gronbekk & Perez!)

I love this scene where she makes him a mocktail. A fruity little drink. And he does love it. Because who wouldn't.

Like, oh my God, even Liz sees it. She's definitely hinting that if Flash doesn't snatch up Aria, she will.

And then my most FAVOURITE Flash/Aria scene... that truly solidifies that maybe possibly there's a chance for them??? MAYBE??

THAT BOY IS GETTING LAAAAAAAAAAAID ahem. Anyways.

I just, I really love this! It's spot-on with the fact that when Flash is really into someone, he's kind of awkward! But he's soooo sincere and Aria is SO into it. He's taking active interest in what she's into! He's pulling himself together! He's living again!

I want Flash/Aria to happen so badly like, you don't even know. I want them to go jogging in crop tops together. I want them watching birds and getting coffee and her giving him That Look fifteen more times. I want him to treat her RIGHT and for this to be his best relationship since Betty.

But mostly, I just want Aria to survive the next goddamn event.

[mpsansy]

I thought of something worse than fatso‘s wife could’ve been or became. A banshee. Specifically the original interpretation in Gaelic folklore, a female spirit whose appearance or wailing warns a family that one of them will soon die. The more sorrowful note that would probably match the poor girl, is that a banshee may lament a person who had been "gifted with music and song"…. Ouch.

Well based on this, and the additional information you provided on another ask you sent me. This is what I have envisioned based upon it.

Even though she looks like her old self, I wouldn’t doubt that her form gets misshapen and contorted by all the pain she had gone through emotionally and mentally after seeing her true love pass away in her arms. Though she would’ve lived a long life and raise the child she had with Franklin, that woman was likely stuck in time. Always missing Franklin (Fatso).

I’d still be optimistic and say they both have a fun great great (I don’t know how many greats) grandchild. So full of spunk and dresses odd. Not a normal thing they are, but oh so confident and digs the paranormal. Perhaps that child will find a way to bring these two old souls together.

What a concept. Kinda like it.

[trippygalaxy]

Hey trippy!!!

Look it's time from au of mine !!

What do you think ?

H-HELLO SALIOR

HELLO SIR

HI ARE U SINGLE? SIR? *tucks hair behind ear* /j

He looks great aria! Good job <3

[littleplantfreak]

i feel like umemiya would hear about no nut november and take up the challenge just bc “WOW!!! sounds interesting!!!!” but like realistically how quickly do you think he would lose or do you think he’d lose at all?

Aria you sweet peach I'm pondering in a gazebo while it rains so let's go *cracks back*

-Tbh...He's got great self restraint with everything unless it's pertaining to you? So I don't think he'd make it, especially if it's a bet between the two of you and you start to play dirty.

Even if you didn't though, you're just so enticing in every way. How is he suppose to cope, and not show you how much he loves you, and yes he can do that without sex but he's a touchy guy and he'd have to be careful about it otherwise it'll be a month of agonizing edging every day. He starts getting overly sensitive about it and honestly a little wound up.

Trying not to hump into you while you're both cuddling or having to cool himself down with a cold shower after you sit on his lap for too long would be his life now, and he doesn't think it's worth it. A real breaking point is when you're laying on the couch and he's between your legs laying his head on your belly and he goes to press a kiss on it and sees such a needy look on your face when he peeks up that he remembers it's been about 3 weeks since he's eaten you out. He wants to smack himself in the head because what the hell is he even really getting from this? A headache and an unloved girl that's what, so he's gotta rectify it real quick. Actually tries to make up for all the times he could've made you feel good so watch out cause he'll go deep into overstim territory.

So he could last 3 weeks max but less if his partner's actively trying to get him to break his streak.

[lenakluthor]

Who would get frustrated first with the constant supercorp pining and obliviousness: Sam, Andrea or Alex?

Would they spill the beans and be like "just ask her out already!", or would they take a soft approach?

alex would get frustrated first because she's around them both the most, followed pretty quickly by sam. andrea seems like she's not around them both together very often so she would take the longest. alex would be soft about it. she wants them both to be happy, but she also knows how much they've both been through and understands how hard it is for them (even if it does make her want to bash her head against the wall). sam would be the one to snap and be like, "just ask her out already!" probably to lena. i can see lena getting drunk one night and sam just loses it like "oh my GOD lena i can't deal with this. i love you, but you need to say something before i smack you." and i can see andrea just watching it all unfold, honestly. smirk on her face and all.

[cosmic-muses]

using pink text is awful dangerous round these parts (transfem tumblr)

???

I like it colorful.

[ariapmdeol]

Mutei we are late to Theodore torture. Can you PLEASE answer my calls.

[luneariaa]

☆💙BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out💙☆

OMG THANK YOUUUU DEARESTTT THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU 😭😭💗💗💗💗‼‼

[forgottenarthur]

A YEAR IN THE LONG FORGOTTEN REALM arthur's favorite interaction: [ aftermath ]

“Why in the name of the gods does it matter to you what I think of you?”

...

“Would you have ever considered doing such a thing on your own?” she stalked towards him again, “Tell me, Your Imperial Highness, have you really spent time in the city since your arrival? Assessed the damage your father’s war inflicted on the citizens of this country? Tried to help rebuild and better their lives? Well? Have you?”

[arialerendeair]

Happy birthday once again!!!

For lil' drabble ideas, consider this: Hob works at one of those topless/bikini kind of coffee shops (maybe a guy version, so the outfits are scantily short shorts and leather harnesses or maybe he's the token guy at a bikini one so he goes and takes orders from guys that make his coworkers feel unsafe or something)

Dream, who just got a new job and needs a new coffee shop that's on his commute, tries this one out on Desire's recommendation (he should have known, in hindsight.) He goes once (doesn't get Hob this time around) but the coffee is genuinely delicious. And cheaper than others around. So Dream comes back. And then he finally gets Hob and he knows, after seeing how the (bikini top/harness/nothing?) looks on his glorious pelt of chest hair and how warm and inviting his smile is, Dream knows he can't ever go elsewhere.

And if the other baristas notice the largest tips from the hot goth twink always go to Hob, they'll never tell. But they do always make sure Hob's there to take his order instead.

I think my favorite thing about this is that Dream is initially like, "Meh whatever, they have good coffee" and then Hob shows up and BAM.

And Hob is that guy who started doing this to make a couple of extra bucks at school, nothing meant to be long term, and certainly nothing meant to be serious. He doesn't mind the lycra shorts that almost have his asscheeks hanging out, nor the fact that he's got a little bit of love handles hanging over the waistband. Nor does he mind the top/harness thing they're supposed to wear It's kinky, of course, but it doesn't phase him in the slightest.

He spent his entire sophomore college year sleeping with anyone (guy, girl, or otherwise) who looked at him sideways so he knows that despite not being conventionally attractive to some he's wanted by his fair share of people Hob's the type who loves people, so fucking much, and having a job where he gets to cater to that love, and to give people a bit of a show in turn? Well, that's heaven if he ever saw it.

So he keeps the harness as his shoulders broaden and the shorts get a little bit tighter as he goes from scrawny college student to someone closer to their thirties than their twenties, and then someone in his thirties. Hob is well-aware that he has a specific clientele that comes in for him (determined to sit in his section, at least, when he's not working the register) - a handful of middle aged ladies who sport a permanent blush in the shop, a few younger boys who want something that he won't give them, and others who don't give a damn about the overall experience of the shop, they just want coffee.

(The people desperate for their coffee fix are Hob's favorites.)

Which is precisely how Hob meets the wraith of a man he starts calling his Stranger. The man, prior to his coffee, seems to have a permanent scowl etched on his face, but there's this LOOK he gets, after he takes his sip and tips his head back just a fraction that Hob... well. He's certainly not immune to it, and sometimes he's damn glad for the counter between them. It takes more than a dozen meetings where his Stranger just stares blearily at him as he dutifully recites his order, but then It happened.

It was June 7th. It was a Wednesday. It was moderately cloudy outside. Hob was tired. The waistband on his shorts was going, and the harness today was not sitting right no matter what he did. He tugged at it impatiently as he typed in his Stranger's order and heard a sharp, pointed intake of breath. When he looks up, his Stranger is staring at him, and the clear lust in his eyes is enough to have Hob ready to vault over the counter.

There's one beat, two, before his Stranger clears his throat and offers his credit card. Hob takes it and nearly drops it when his Stranger licks his bloody lips and then bites one, all without looking away from where the harness is digging into his skin more than it should be. Hob swipes the card, not wanting the moment to end, but he is at work, and well. The people who looked at him like this weren't ones he usually wanted to devour alive.

He hands the card back and their fingertips brush, and Hob prays he isn't imagining both of them shivering. There's a moment, both of them still staring, and fuck he's going to have to duck into the back room because these shorts really are TIGHT and don't leave anything to the imagination...

"Will..." His Stranger's voice is insanely deep on a good day, but now it sounds half strangled and Hob wants nothing more than to hear it when it's because the man has had his cock down his throat and... he really needed to not think that at work.

"Will you be here, later? I'd like..." His Stranger paused, considering. "To sit at a table in your section."

How the hell a relatively innocent question sounded precisely like a proposition, he had no idea, but his Stranger had managed it. Well-aware that his face was bright red, Hob manages to stammer out that yes, he will be working later, and his Stranger is welcome to one of the tables. He gets one more nod from his Stranger before the man is walking away and Hob knows he is staring at the not particularly substantial ass hungrily, because two of his coworkers make it a point to wolf whistle. Loudly.

Later, when his Stranger sits down with his computer and demands a bottomless cup of coffee, Hob wonders precisely what he is up to. It's only when he brings the check at the end of the night and his skin prickles over with the weight of the stare levelled at him, and his Stranger's hand settles over his as he puts the check down. Hob's heart is pounding as he watches his Stranger struggle for the words, starting and stopping several times over. Eventually, Hob has to save the man from himself, because he wants to climb him like a tree.

"If you're attempting to figure out how to proposition me, I get off work in thirty, I will keep my work uniform on under my clothes and we can go back to your place because I have a roommate and figure things out from there," Hob offered, cocking his hip as he leaned against the table. His forwardness pays off, because his Stranger's mouth drops open and his expression is RAVENOUS. Hob has never wanted to be devoured more.

A single nod is enough to have him grinning, bright and wide. He gives his Stranger a wink and runs his card, before going to clock out. If he made sure that his Stranger saw just how excited HE was as he walked away from the table, well.

No harm in making sure they were on the same page, after all!

[ladye-zelda]

Urbosa (the best)

QUEEN

[everyryuujisuguro]

[mpsansy]

This has been on my mind about your version of the trio, specifically Fatso/Franklin. Did he ever meet his kid? I remember reading a post you made where he and Aria had a child. I hope that kid got to meet their dad, he seemed like one heck of a guy.

He died before he could ever meet them. And when I mean them I mean twins. To which Aria never anticipated, but she loved all the same as they were hers and Franklin’s.

If they had met their father, they would’ve loved him like no other. But all they have to remember him by is pictures and when they look in the mirror. This is what their mother has told them anyways.

Still, it would've been nice to hear his voice and feel his loving embrace.