#arial has no lower jaw

[blueskywater-happiness]

”He never asked to be a generic anime boy anyways.”

So it has been a looooooooooooooooooong time since I last lurk in the undertale fandom. Have yet to fully contribute though hahaha

So I was just scrolling and it is when I found Axetale (credits: @ataleofaxes​, @uhhbananafrappe​ and @azulandrojo​) and I gotta say, the story, premise and the au intrigued me.

To be honest, this character was only meant for Axetale, to give Aliza a relief and a companion, but I then decided to make him my Frans child for any Frans AU.

So this is Arial, yes the font under Sans-serif, and he is half monster skeleton half human.

For Axetale, he is Aliza��s younger twin brother.

His hands, feet, and lower jaw are all bones. On his back, his spine is exposed, it is quite hard. He has no right eyeball in his eye socket but he can still see. Morbidly he can not feel any pain when his limbs are ripped as he can reattached it... a bit bloody to observe. Unlike Aliza, he is unable to call Ruby and his magic isn’t as powerful as hers. To make it up, he is quite a fighter and very agile. He can still use magic to temporary cloak his lower jaw with “skin”. His right eye socket has a red glow, perhaps a “gift” from.... C̸̜͙͉͉͉̦͐̃̊̀̓̑̃̌͛̒̂̿̃͘͠ȟ̵̨͇̭͎͓͓͍̱̟͂̾̾̃̑́̀â̵̖̩̺̙͓̩̐́͘͘ŗ̷̛̫̹̭͚̭͖̙̎̋͑͐̕͝á̶̙̣̦͚̻̼̳̋̾̍̽̆̇̿̓. In regular Undertale Timeline, he is raised in the surface. He is a troll, using his good looks (hiding his boney jaw with a mask) to trick people for a scare. He is very lazy when it comes to his schooling, much to the dismay of his grandmother Toriel, Uncle Papyrus, and mother. His father on the other hand is amuse.  “Oh? You want me to be your prom date...?” grins and pulls his mask down, ketchup drips out his mouth “Are you REALLY sure-- hahaha why are you running?” Arial’s favorite pastime is singing and dancing, perhaps influencing his “kpop” hairstyle. A bit rough around the edges, with the way he speaks can often offend a person but deep down he is a good child. He dreams to be an traveller, wandering aimlessly. Like his father, he has an easy going expression on his face, charming and chatty. Unlike his mother however, he isn’t entirely that merciful or forgiving, will throw hands with you forever if he has to. Though he is also as sweet, will not say no if you ask his help, albeit he will tease you for it. In Axetale, he was born 20 minutes after Aliza. Frisk’s entire energy is needed for Aliza’s survival especially with how the asylum treated her, so how was he able to survive? As stated in Axetale, Gaster is unable to directly interfere. In an attempt to help his grandson, he asks Asgore’s soul for help in the void before it returns to the cycle, who immediately accept as atonement, whether for himself or for Flowey, nobody knows. When he was born, he was weak. Doctors and nurses were horrified at his skeletal features before a weakened Asgore left an illusion to cover his boney parts with skin.  Majority took it as a joke, a symptom of their lethargic. There is no way a baby could be born with skeletal features. Every morning he has skin but at night, his true face emerges. As a child, he and Aliza were treated terribly and while he has no learning disabilities, he was a sickly child. He wears a mask to cover his boney feature, least his grandmother would direct her ire at him, calling him an abomination. His bangs cover his right eye. Unlike his spunky, positive, kind and adventurous sister, he is a pessimist, his jokes are quite cold and his language is more offensive than his Undertale self. He is quite cold and uncaring to strangers, only to his sister and those who managed to win him can see his kinder side. Only successfully making more enemies than friends. 

“It was us against the world, my big sister and I are on our own" In an attempt to buy his sister and himself some toys, gadgets and what not, when he got older and less sickly, he turn to street fighting and often terrorize fellow peers. The glow on his right eye gets brighter at every fight he is in, making him stronger... He goes to the library at random times, to further his knowledge and help his sister. Currently he is saving for his sister’s glasses... Until they fell.

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

Silk, Spices and Lies Part 4

ok, some sweet fluff before chaos and heartbreak. @waiting4inspiration​ @inforapound​ and @gearhead66​ wanted to be tagged. And if anyone was intersted, because I can’t write dancing to save my life- here are some belly dancing videos that I watched as part of my inspiration- Here, Here and Here and of course this, this and this  those last two arial sik performances are killer. 

Silk, Spices and Lies Part 4

The next two days flew by, there had been so much to do! But before you knew it, the time had come and Harald and those who had been in his hunting party including Hvertserk had been welcomed into the tent that had been put up and they were being served refreshments by your hosts while you put the finishing touches on the meal from the kitchen area. 

When you came out, you felt Harald’s eyes on you instantly as you put the meal down in front of him and his men, noticing that there was purposefully left an empty space beside him before you retreated to eat with the women and children, your hosts had a young boy of 6, Fehmi, who you were especially fond of who ate the meal from the comfort of your lap. Even though he was a young boy, he was already a master of drums and you both adored each other and Harald, while jealous that he couldn’t eat from the comfort of your lap, did however now have a fantasy of you feeding your future children with such tender loving care. 

“How come they’re eating over there?” Harald asked as he frowned over to where you were. 

“She’s a woman, it is forbidden for her to join us.” Ufuk, one of the interpreters informed him. 

“But didn’t she make the meal?” Harald countered. 

“Yes of course, she is a woman, she should be making all the meals.” Ufuk nodded in agreement, since this was the first time you were really making food for them. You either ate what your host family made or you made your own food in your little house, really only allowing your best friends or Fehmi to join you, never the interpreters. So to have you cooking in the royal ottoman style with splashes of Bedowin and Arabic was an extra perk and the smell of your cooking had been killing your hosts for the last day and a half and you had been anxious to make sure everything was perfect. 

“But she can’t eat it...with us.” Harald repeated in confusion. 

“It’s just how their culture is, normally women are not allowed to speak unless spoken to and in a setting like this, normally they wouldn’t even be in the same space to eat, they would normally have to wait until we are done eating and then wait until the end of the night to eat what is left over.” Darius explained and Harald was appalled as Darius smirked. 

“And it’s because of that reaction that I urged our hosts to simply have it be like this. So they are still being honored by eating at the same time as you and in your presence but that their culture is still observed by them simply eating in the lowlier part of the tent.” Darius explained proudly as Harald simply humphed. Darius and Ufuk had been assigned to you because Ufuk knew the languages of the ottoman empire, especially the ones around the Medeteranian while Darius spoke the languages common in northern Europe and they both knew one common language and together they were able to teach each other and you and your host family the other languages using the common language as a base since your host family was actually from around Rajasthan in India and so the food they made reflected that so it was like Harald and those with him got a taste of the entire silk road tonight. 

Harald had wished he could sit next to you, maybe even sneak in a secret touch or two. But he did enjoy the meal. He had never eaten such finely spiced food before and he didn’t have a clue that game meat could taste that spectacular. Everything was amazing and he made a point to say so loudly so that you could hear and he could see your beaming face even from his distance even behind your veil. 

Once he had eaten past fullness, you came and got the platter and replaced it with the dessert tray as you had the hashish passed around as your hosts then got their special lamps. They were normal oil burning lamps but the glass lamp shade outside was divided into different colored glass so that when you spun the shade, it cast a kaleidoscope of colors around the tent space before they got their instruments and began playing music while you anxiously prepared the stage area to make sure you wouldn’t accidently trip over anything and embarrass yourself. 

You worried he would look at your dancing and think it was strange or you worried that he would look at your dancing and think it’s stupid. You wanted to impress him, no- you wanted to enchant him. You wanted to dance so well that he’d be willing to do anything to see you dance again, he’d be willing and ready to go with you and do whatever it took to make you his queen. But you also knew that from here on out, you would get nothing but harassment from your interpreters. Because you worried that they would look at you and your dancing and see you as a common entertainer and forget that you were still in charge. So you needed for Harald to make a claim on you tonight so that they would leave you alone. Harald was after all, a king, and he had the power behind that to make them mind themselves. 

“So now what?” Harald asked as he noticed the interpreters would not take their eyes off of you and were looking at you with a hunger that had his own possessiveness roaring inside of him. You were just simply existing and they were like ravenous wolves ready to strike and devour you and that was his destiny damn it, not theirs. 

“We are going to be entertained. Shahana has agreed to dance tonight. She reserves herself for her Sultana, so tonight is special in that she is sharing herself with us since you are a king and she has said that she will only ever dance and entertain royalty.” Darius explained before you bowed in front of your guests before you prostrated yourself in front of them with the other daughters of the host family who also danced doing the same from behind you. 

“What’s this then?” Harald asked Darius but you answered before Darious could. 

“Before we entertain you for the evening, I must ask for your protection King Harald.” You pleaded respectfully as Ufuk rolled his eyes while Darius smirked. 

“From what?” Harald asked curiously. 

“There are laws of my homeland that I would be breaking tonight in order to entertain you. Ufuk is the only other muslim here that abides by these laws and I fear that he will kill me to keep any dishonor from coming to Allah or my Sultana or my family and if I reveal myself, that may invite harm by others touching me. So for tonight, I must ask since you are the highest ranking guest, that you ensure my safety and the safety of the other dancers, otherwise, our lives and honor may be in jeopardy.” You proposed as Ufuk and Darious were intrigued, you must be very good if you were following this particular custom. 

“The right answer to this is- ‘you may do whatever your heart desires, no harm will come to you and no one except by your invitation may touch you’.” Darius whispered to Harald with a scheming smirk. 

“Please, do whatever your heart desires, no harm will ever come to you, I swear on my life. Please, you are and always will be, as free as the wind and if any man except by your invitation were to touch you, he will lose his hands.” Harald beamed and it felt like warm sunshine on your soul as Ufuk rolled his eyes, King Harald overdid it, overdramatic bastard. 

So you sat up on your knees and withdrew and waited for the other girls to do their dances, which were very good and once they were done, you traded places on the little stage and gave the musicians the nod and when you looked back at Harald, you let the side of yourself that you had been dying to show him- come out and it was like you transformed from one being one moment to a creature altogether different the next. You rhythmically took the overcoat off to reveal your dancing outfit and you grinned evilly when everyone’s jaws dropped on the ground. 

You were technically covered, more or less, head to toe. However your top, except for your breasts were covered by black, sheer fabric, skin tight which led to a black flowing skirt that had slits on the sides to reveal your black, sheer harem pants. A smile never left your lips you could feel everyone’s gaze on you but your gaze never left Harald as his eyes drank you in like a man dying of thirst getting his first drink of water. 

He wanted you, so badly. His hands were fisting into the pillow in his lap that he had quickly put into his lap to cover his erection as were all the other men watching you. Some of them were barely hanging onto their load and it was still only the first song. But Harald’s words rang true. You did dance as freely as the winds blew and your rode that beat better than any stallion even your host family had trouble keeping up with the songs because even they were almost hypnotized while your BFF was trying to figure out how on earth you were doing those moves so smoothly. You were by far a much better dancer than her. 

Meanwhile Harald’s body was already like a tight like bowstring at full draw, he was sure he would let loose at any moment. He had no fucking clue that a woman could even move like that. You were plump, your curves dangerous and voluptuous he could see the softness of your whole body, especially your breasts and lower belly jiggle with your body practically vibrating. He wondered what that would feel like with his cock in you while you did that above him and he felt like everyone except for you fell away from his vision. Like you were at the end of the long tunnel that his vision became. He also had no idea fabric could ever even be that sheer. It was like you were wearing nothing but jewels and a skirt of shiny silk. And your legs? He wanted those wrapped around his waist or even crushing his head as soon as humanly possible. It was a good thing you weren’t a thrall because he’d be selling his kingdoms for you. By the gods. 

When the song was over you had never heard so few people make a roaring applause like they did. It was as if the tent was overflowing with cheering people but yet there were not even two dozen people including your hosts. But you weren’t done, no you were going to spend the rest of the night entertaining them. So you brought out your swords. 

“Woah, woah,” Harald’s men began to hold their hands up, not sure what to make of this. The hashish had softened their senses and their guard had been down so to see a weapon alerted them. 

“No harm, no harm.” Your interpreters managed to reassure them before you came forward, holding your sword out to Harald. 

“King Harald, would you help me?” You asked demurely as you came forward and crouched in front of him. 

“I am at your command.” Harald replied, completely bewitched. 

“Pull out your sword.” You commanded him before he did as you asked before you handed him one of your swords so that he could compare the two before you took a scarf off and let it fall over the two swords, smirking when yours cut the scarf in two while the rest of your scarf simply hung over his sword as everyone gasped as they realized how sharp your sword was compared to his. 

“At least it’s not bigger.” one of his men joked which got everyone to laugh. 

“True,” Darious said before he pulled the scarf over and did it again with the same result. It wasn’t a trick, your sword really was that sharp and once they were satisfied you took your sword back and blindfolded yourself and danced with it and balanced it on your head and everything and once that song was over, you took off your blind fold then you dipped it in special goo and lit it on fire and continued to dance, mindful of the tent around you, not wanting anything to catch on fire other than desires of the men watching you and you were pretty sure at some point, they had all lost their loads and were about to lose a second. 

Meanwhile Harald was pretty sure he was in one just...one huge long orgasm. He had been so satisfied that he had managed to last through the whole first song, but when you had pulled out your sword? It was all over. Normally he would perhaps feel a little emasculated that your sword was sharper. But if anything he was impressed. It was even a better sword than his. It was one of those curved steel swords from Damascus, he could see the swirling in the metal and to see you dance with it showed that you knew exactly how to wield it. You were even literally playing with fire! He had not seen that coming. It was like you were bending the fire to your will. He felt his own emotions for you become inflamed. If he could not claim you as his, he was going to be eaten up by the very flames on your sword.

As your last feat, you extinguished the flames and put the swords away before you untied a long length of silk tied to the very top of the tent, you had tested this earlier and knew it was strong enough to hold you before you let your skirt drop to the ground as you shed all your jewelry since you didn’t want it to get caught or snag on the fabric to just reveal your legs in the sheer harem pants as Ufuk and Darius both looked at you in shock, not thinking that you could also do arial dances on silk as well. You must be a dancer and performer for the Sultana, that was the only explanation they could come up with. 

You looked and saw that everyone was leaning as far forward as they could, watching you climb the silk and do feats practically floating in air. You heard collective gasps every time you did a tumble before a knot would catch you from hitting the ground, the tent walls fluttering just enough to give the hint of danger. 

Meanwhile Harald looked at you in complete awe. He thought he was in the presence of a Valkyrie, no human woman could do what you were doing. You had too much grace, too much beauty. And for the first time, he felt humbled and unworthy of you. Who was he compared to you? Just a man with a title, whereas you had actual real talent and courage. You were pure magic and charisma and he was hopelessly and completely enchanted and willingly under whatever spell you had just cast over him. You were going to lead him as a slave from this moment on, he just knew it. He considered himself to be a strong warrior but there was no way on earth he could do what you were doing. 

When you had finished you gladly got redessed, in something much more modest before you went up to Harald and bowed again. 

“Have I pleased you King Harald?” You asked. 

“Yes, very much so.” He confirmed with the proudest most beaming smile on his face. “Won’t you sit with me then?” He invited and the interpreters nearly spit out their coffee and were already shaking their heads ‘no’ at you, giving you warning glares. 

“No, it’s forbidden, no one is to touch her for the rest of the night.” Ufuk argued hotly. “She has already surpassed the limits, to do any more will invite danger.” He growled threateningly at you and Harald knew right then and there, he was going to kill Ufuk if not tonight then just some time later.  

“You are not at home Lady Shahana, you don’t have to obey their rules, if you would like to sit with me, you can, it’s your choice. Because you are as free as the wind.” King Harald repeated the invitation. 

“Is that spot still open?” You asked as Harald instantly shoved Hvertserk over as far as he could before he practically fluffed the cushion for you to sit down. Although, if there hadn’t been an audience, you would have loved to sit in his lap, but that would have been too far. 

“Where did you learn to do all that?” Harald asked as he passed you some dessert and a cup of tea. 

“After I came into the Sultana’s charge, she made sure I learned all sorts of things, reading, writing, mathematics, dancing, art of conversation, how to entertain my Sultana and her guests among other things.” ‘Swordsmanship, the art of poisons and cures, political intrigue, espionage’ you continued to list off in your head. 

“Tell me about this Sultana of yours.” Hvitserk invited and you nearly threw your neck out whipping your head over to him. 

“Well, she’s actually single and looking for a husband…” you began as you painted the prettiest picture you could of her. 

“I would like to meet her.” Hvitserk decided. 

“I could definitely arrange that.” You grinned victoriously, so thankful that everything was going according to plan.

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Earthquakes' Georgian star Vako chasing big goals for both club and country

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April 5, 20182:36PM EDT

SAN JOSE, Calif. – In case you’re wondering if it gets boring to see your own golazo, the short answer is, no.

“It was one of the best goals that I’ve ever scored, and I’ve watched it like 200 times already,” San Jose Earthquakes attacker Vako told MLSsoccer.com on Tuesday, referring to his slaloming run and jaw-dropping, outside-of-the-boot strike that helped propel the Georgian national team to a 2-0 victory in an international exhibition last week against Estonia.

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— Vako Qazaishvili (@Vakoqazaishvili) March 27, 2018

It was another entry in a growing highlight reel for the 25-year-old, who began 2018 on a hot streak for the Quakes, delivering a pair of goals and assists in San Jose’s first three matches.

“I’ve had lots of time to adapt,” said Vako, who joined the Quakes last June. “I’ve been here 10 months. I needed time to get to know the players and the league and soccer here. Now it works good and I’m happy. … So now I feel like I’m at home. It helps me, a lot.”

The increased level of production has put Vako in some select company. Taking into account last season’s five goals and two assists in 13 appearances, Vako has put up 11 combined goals and assists in his first 15 MLS matches – a total that matches or exceeds the early performances of such stars as Toronto FC’s Jozy Altidore, Montreal’s Ignacio Piatti or Portland’s Diego Valeri. And on a per-minute basis, Vako’s first 15 performance (1.02 points per 90 minutes) tops Atlanta’s Miguel Almiron (0.91) and Seattle’s Nicolas Lodeiro (0.87).

“As soon as he’s gotten here, he puts up numbers, puts up stats, and he has the talent to open up some defenses by some individual magic,” Quakes captain Chris Wondolowski said. “I think he’s been doing the same thing that he’s been doing since he’s come in here … He’s definitely fitting in.”

Vako | USA Today Sports Images

Vako has helped key a resurgence for a San Jose attack that managed just 39 goals in the regular season, tied for 19th out of 22 clubs. Stationed as an inverted winger on the left side, Vako is able to cut in with the ball on his dominant right foot. He has taken a team-high 12 shots thus far this season.

“Vako, for me, is a great player,” Quakes coach Mikael Stahre said. “He’s important for our attacking game, for sure. Yeah, he’s a player that we trust a lot. Not just for the assists and the goals, for our attacking game in general. … Offensively, I’m quite happy with the performance [of the team] so far. We’ve scored six goals in three games. I’m pretty happy with that. But we’ve conceded seven.”

One has to dig back two decades, into San Jose’s first MLS incarnation, to find a player with double digits in goals and assists during the same season; no Quake has achieved that feat since Ronald Cerritos bagged 13 goals and 12 assists in 1998. Wondolowski “absolutely” feels that Vako can top those marks this season, starting with Saturday’s visit to the Philadelphia Union (7 pm ET; TV & streaming info).

“Last year I played a half-season here and I scored five goals and had two assists and yeah, of course, my goal is to make more goals and more assists, compared to last year,” Vako said. “My goal is to make 10 goals and 10 assists.”

Another goal is to help the Georgian national team – currently tied for 101st in the FIFA world rankings – make some history. Since declaring independence from the Soviet Union in 1991, Georgia has attempted to qualify for six editions of the World Cup and European Championships, missing the mark each time.

With the advent of the UEFA Nations League, however, there will be an additional avenue for lower-rated teams to make the field for the 2020 Euro finals. And Vako wants to ensure that Georgia take advantage of that opportunity. Georgia begin play in the Nations League Sept. 6 against Kazakhstan – and Vako would like to take the momentum of beating a side such as Estonia (FIFA rank: No. 86) into that competition.

“It was a friendly game, but it was still important for me and for our country to win these kind of games,” Vako said.

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