#ary longshot

[vulpixelates]

Thinking about the fact that I have a ranger OC who is a war deserter on the run and when coming up with an alias, they chose Canary Longshot... yeah, totally a real name

[arolesbianism]

Sigh. Why must you have died Aris, now I have to actually think abt what your abilities are instead of just sweeping it under the rug and calling it good enough

[nomoreusername]

New Girl (Part 2)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary:After making a plan to get your memories back, Aris shows you all the hidden spots of your past.

I’ve learned a few things that may be useful.

1 ) Y/N is in the same dorm

2 ) Nobody remembers her

3 ) WCKD knew about our plans

4 ) She's remade her old friends

5 ) She has the same personality

I had to use this to my advantage. It wasn't much, but she's still in there. I just need to bring her back. 

I have to bring her back to me. 

So I need to remind her of everything she had. It was a longshot, but it was all I had. For now.

Hidden in the vents, I slowly pushed the cover out before rolling out from under her bed. Admiring her for a moment, I looked at bed head, her slightly parted lips, her eyelashes and closed eyes, every mark she had, every scar, and everything. Caught up in her, as I heard a noise I was snapped out of my thoughts.

Before I could overthink it I started gently shaking her. She groaned and opened her eyes. As they adjusted I guess I freaked her out because she tried to scream until I clapped my hand over her mouth.

“Don't panic, okay? I’m going to help you, but you need to trust me. Can you trust me?”I pleaded, ignoring my racing heart.

After a moment she nodded. Moving my hand off, I watched as she sat up.

“Who are you?”She whispered.

“I’m Aris, and I’m going to save you. You have to come with me though,”I explained.

“Come where?”

“To the vents. I’m going to show you some important places,”I answered.

“The vents?”

“Yeah. It's safe though as long as we're quiet,”I assured her, back under her bed. Waiting for a moment, when she followed I gestured for her to stay close. Thankfully, some part of her actually trusted me as she stayed near, even making some turns to our destination without needing to be led. Hopefully, that was a good thing. I really think so, but with WCKD you can never be too sure. 

“This is our very first stop,”I whispered, glancing down. Seeing it empty (as if it's never not) I pushed the grate off and flipped on the lights by the wall. Taking her hand, I helped her out before turning around. While refusing to let go, I couldn't help but smile as I looked at the dim room just covered in art. Some of it a few decades old while others go back centuries.

“What is this place?”She wondered, letting go of my hand to better examine them.

“A hidden room. Well, more like abandoned. It doesn't seem like much, but it means a lot to you.”

“Really?”She asked, running her hands over the frame of a painting.

“Really,”I nodded.

“How come?”She questioned, turning to look at me. Internally debating it, I had to choose between the truth freaking her out or lying to her.

Still, as she looked at me, expecting an answer, the decision was obvious. 

“It's where you had your very first date,”I admitted, watching her expression change from almost deadpan to furrowed eyebrows.

“With who?”

“With . . . me,”I trailed off.

“You?”

“Yeah. With me,”I repeated.

“Oh,”She mumbled as I stared at my feet. “That makes sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“You seem nice, and you are pretty cute,”She shrugged, looking at more of the paintings, leaving me standing there, trying to figure out what to do.

“Have we been anywhere else?”She asked, taking this better than I imagined.

“Yeah. There are two more places that I want to show you.”

“Let's go then. We don't have a lot of time,”She pointed out.

“Yeah,”I agreed, holding out my hand. Accepting it, we crawled back in the vent. Leading her up the slanted spot, we were able to stay side by side, with me occasionally grabbing her shirt so she wouldn't slip. Not that I minded. This area always was a bit of a struggle, and she still didn't seem to recall anything about it.

“We’re almost there,”I assured her, pulling myself over the flat edge before helping her do the same. Glancing down, when this place was clear too I pushed the cover out and dangled my feet over the edge as she sat beside me.

“What's here?”She asked.

“Our first, “I love you.” Right below the stars,”I explained, pointing at the cracked window. With the cool breeze blowing, we sat there as we admired the night sky, with me doing the same to her every now and then. 

“What are you looking at?”She asked, turning her head to meet my gaze.

“You. I’ve always loved looking at you.”

“Oh,”She murmured, her cheeks turning a light pink. “How come?”

“I just do. I like taking in your features. It makes life better,”I confessed.

“You're really sweet, Aris,”She whispered, placing her hand over mine. Looking at her fingers brushing over my knuckles, I tried to ignore my heart racing in my chest even faster than before. 

“Pretty,”She whispered.

“Yeah. The stars are always lovely.”

“The stars too, but I was talking about you,”She clarified, giving me a small smile that I didn't hesitate to return.

“Come on. We've got one more place to be,”I said after a minute of comfortable silence.

“Where to now?”She asked, sliding down next to me. Before she could fall I caught her in my arms, stopping her from collapsing on her head.

“Oh. Thank you, Aris,”She said, giving me another smile. Looking at her, I brushed some of her hair out of her eyes as I just kept admiring her. 

“Don't we have to go?”She whispered, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah. We do,”I nodded, letting go of her as she crawled beside me. Turning another corner, I looked down through the vent bars to see the special room was still a little dim. 

“Come on,”I muttered, pulling it up before dropping down. Following me just like she used to, she landed on her feet as some part of her remembered how to do this. While it seems to be muscle memory right now, it just had to be more. It has to run deeper. 

She has to remember. Somehow, someway, she has to know everything.

Turning on the light, I squinted for a moment as they flickered before individually turning on. Looking at her for her reaction, I saw her just standing there, a blank expression on her face as she started walking by the shelves. Following her, I crossed my fingers that this would work.

“This is nice for a place like this,”She just pointed out, running her fingers over a dusty bookshelf. “So what was here?”She inevitably asked.

“First kiss,”I mumbled, taking in the thought, taking in the way that felt. The way those words felt so powerful yet so hopeless. 

I had to have hope though.

I had to have something.

I had to have her.

“Our first kiss?”She repeated.

“Yeah. Our first kiss,”I confirmed, waiting for something. Anything. 

“This was all very nice, but it's not clicking. Nothing's clicking,”She sighed, shaking her head as she gazed at me, her eyes having this flash of sadness for just a moment before disappearing.

“I’m sorry, Aris. I don't remember,”She said softly, patting my shoulder.

This could end really well.

This could end really badly. 

It was going to end in something though. It may be the dumbest idea ever, but it's all I’ve got.

So in one last desperate attempt to save her I grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Before I could back out I smashed my lips against hers. To my shock, she only froze for a second before putting her arms around my shoulders and kissing back.

This was good.

I think so. 

I think she may remember. I really, really need her. I really, really Y/N to realize I love her, that I’m in love with her. I need her to realize that she's in love with me. I need her to realize that we couldn't throw away everything that we had dreamed of as if it was nothing.

To do that though, she needs to know it.

And I think she does. She's kissing me like she does, the way she always has. Her hands were around my neck, the way they always were. She was just barely standing on the tips of her toes, the way she always did. 

So I just missed her and hoped that she knew all of this, that she still knew us. 

“I love you,”She mumbled against my lips, making me pull away as I internally replayed those words. While there was a split second of doubt, when I saw this familiar spark in her eyes I knew I had heard just right.

That, and I was done doubting her.

“So you remember?”I asked, holding back a hopeful grin.

“No. I don't remember anything,”She admitted, making my heart drop as I wondered if I had imagined every moment with her. Could I? Could I possibly imagine those kinds of feelings? “But I know that I know you,”She continued, making my head spin as I wondered what was happening. “I know that I trust you. I know that I love you,”She finished, giving me a soft smile.

“So you are completely sure of this?”I checked.

“Absolutely,”She nodded, still holding her arms around me.

“Then, do you believe me when I say that we had plans to leave? If I told you that you needed to go with me tonight so that we can live the life we’ve dreamed of, would you do it?”

“Yes,”She answered without hesitation.

“It won't be easy. It’ll be dangerous, but we have a plan. If we stay together we can do it. Even if it's deadly and we’ve never been outside the entire gates, will you escape with me?”

“Yes. I just want you, and if you say being free means I get to do that, then I want that.”

“Then, let's go right now,”I suggested.

“Yeah. It's now or never, right?”She pointed out.

“Exactly,”I nodded, taking her hand and leading her out of here.

So it may not be exactly what I imagined, but I got my girl back, and now she was never leaving. Just like we had talked about. Plus, if anything, her falling in love again, having one night of memories was a beautiful last time here. Even if she didn't remember before this she'll remember now, and that's what matters.

[ghcstinthewvlls]

❀ *◦ lee siyeon. non-binary. they/them. demiromantic pansexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that athena pallas-dexicos / mae dal-nim? i think that the thirty-one year old from meteora, greece works as an art consultant for the hanging arts museum & paranormal investigator, but outside of that people describe them as leather jackets over victorian lace, the scent of petrichor and the forest floor, burgundy lips curled in surprisingly warm smiles, ouija boards on the living room table and altars to the old gods, ripped denim and platform combat boots. i hear they are mercurial & callous, but they are also known to be inquisitive & warm hearted. consider giving them a visit at their home in seal harbor apartments and get to know why they’re called the moonchild.

( and then we have this sweet baby angel demon child )

triggers: abuse, chronic illness, mental illness, self harm

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬

full name: athena circe tamar pallas-dexicos

birth name: mae dal-nim

nicknames: thena, athie

age: 31

dob: february 14, 1992

birthplace: mokpo-si, south korea

hometown: meteora, greece

occupation: art consultant for the hanging arts museum & paranormal investigator

gender: non-binary

pronouns: they/them preferred, she/her acceptable for close friends and family

sexuality: demiromantic pansexual

big three: aquarius sun, aries moon, cancer rising

𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷

height: 4’11”

weight: 102 lbs

hair color: naturally black, typically rocks an electric blue balayage

eye color: grey

build: petite and slender

tattoos: floral sleeve including belladonna, lily-of-the-valley, lavender, and roses on their right arm; ufo behind their left ear; quote as above / so below along their left shoulder

piercings: four in each lobe; right ear industrial; septum; medusa; dermal in between their clavicles

distinguishable marks: faded self-harm scars located on the insides of their wrists and legs; near crescent moon shaped birthmark on the back of their right thigh

aesthetic: leather jackets over lace, the scent of petrichor and the forest floor, burgundy lips curled in surprisingly warm smiles, ouija boards on the living room table and altars to the old gods, roses in an empty jack daniels bottle instead of a vase, dark oak furniture that tells stories of former owners and times gone by, tea leaves on saucers next to grimoires

𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓪 𝔀𝓪𝔂

born in south korea, raised in meteora, greece before being relocated to manchester england, with their siblings fostered and later adopted internationally

second oldest quadruplet

speaks greek, portuguese, hebrew, korean, english, and bsl

english is their fifth language, though, so some things get stuck in translation sometimes

suffered munchausen by proxy syndrome as a child while also having their insulin withheld from them

still experiences after effects

this wasn't the only such abuse athena would experience growing up, nor the worst any of the siblings suffered by a longshot

they’ve got much of the physical abuse blocked out as a coping mechanism

type I diabetic; takes insulin injections

athena’s been seeing and speaking to spirits since they were a child

clinically diagnosed with adhd, manic depression, c-ptsd

they have all sorts of plants and herbs growing in their home, and a small, carefully cultivated poison garden on their balcony

athena collects antique oddities as a hobby

witchcraft is another long cultivated hobby

firmly believes that anything is possible

while demiromantic, athena is a sucker for tear jerker romance movies and a hopeless romantic at heart

goth scream queen in demonias

chaos incarnate

[artemismoorea03]

Hey, Tumblr. I need some help.

So years ago there was a website called Quizilla which is where I originally posted a lot of my stuff - we’re talking like 2009ish I think (god that makes me feel old, holy shit) anyways, back when I was on Quizilla there was a story I read involving the Static Shock Fandom.

Now, I KNOW this is a major longshot but I’m hoping that somebody on here either knows who wrote this fanfic or was the one who wrote it because it was really well written and I want to know if they kept writing so that I can see more of their stuff.

The reason I remember this story is kinda selfish but it’s how I remember it and that reason is because they used one of my characters.

Her hero name was Sparx or something like that and she had fire powers that also gave her wings made out of flames that she could disperse at a moments notice. Her real name was either Ari or Ava I can’t remember but I’m pretty sure it was one of those.

She was best friends with the writers OC and there was a chapter where they were all attacked at the mall and fought alongside Gear and Static. I also could swear there was a chapter where Sparx or their character was kidnapped by a lab or something but again this was over 10 years ago so my memory is foggy.

Again, I know this is a long shot but if any of this sounds even a little familiar let me know. Also the names I went by at the time were - hella embarrassing - but they were NarutoNinja17 and NarutoNinja9 (What can I say, Naruto was my first anime). So if the story doesn’t sound familiar maybe those users do.

Anyways, I don’t doubt that this specific story has been lost to time by now but I’m more wanting to reach out to the person who wrote it. They were an amazing writer and I’m just hoping that they kept writing and that I’ll be able to read more of their stuff <3

[cobaltaris]

Aris Media 2023 #24: Cadence of Hyrule

no I am not doing the full title i value your tumblr real estate

okay so Nintendo ended up making this one free this week for NSO members so I kinda just? finally had the chance to play this? i've played both the original Crypt of the NecroDancer and pretty much every Zelda game, so it was about time I got to this! :o

You Put Your NecroDancer In My Legend of Zelda

this was a good one! i'm surprised it even exists, honestly, a Nintendo licensed indie game is just, what the fuck. i enjoyed it a good bit more the original NecroDancer, which i thought got pretty frustrating by the end, but that's because i suck at focusing on both what's happening on screen AND keeping the beat

so of course i played this game in Fixed-Beat Mode like the dingus sheep i am

but even then! damn! i blazed through this one in like a day because i was LOVING the sensations I was getting as i played. it's a bit rough at first when you really got nothing to use, but once you get more hearts, A BROADSWORD OH MY GET A BROADSWORD, and start piling up Diamonds to get back into the run? YEAH. YEAH. IT'S GOOD. its just so fun to go to the different parts of the map and clear out everything in each tile, especially once you know how every enemy works and can best plan around em plus i think the roguelike (or is it lite? i'm sorry fans of this genre I confuse them a LOT) elements are done a lot better here! since you only lose Rupees and Keys when you die, it makes going into a run so much more fun with the AMOUNT at your disposal. Bombs, Longshot and - oddly enough, of all the items - the Cane of Somaria ended up being my go-tos all the time. it's so easy to just hop in, warp to a Sheikah Stone and hop right back to it, LOVE that flow

the music is also DAMN good. lots of great remixes! Gerudo Valley is the standout for me, but the dark world remix later on and the overworld theme that goes into Great Sea just. MMM. MMMM. the main dungeons were also pretty alright, somehow making a really good combo of both Zelda's dungeons and typical NecroDancer fare, though the bosses are kinda hit and miss like ND's i found (really did not like the final boss of the original but skill issue or w/e fjfjgf)

the character swap stuff is also neat, but i didn't get too much out of it since i didn't use the L/R skills too often, but was neat for aesthetical reasons-well, until I got the big Fuck You Sword that only Link can wield, so. y'know. Octavo is also a neat villain and honestly god he's a fuckin gender. i didn't play his story mode cuz i felt like the original adventure gave me my fill and it looked like mainly a slightly different take on it, but i'm sure he was a tragic anime boy to the end

anyway for grade probablyyy A-ish again? i DEFINITELY see myself raring back for more when the mood is right again, but it's not a super filling adventure, just, really good - i like it a lot more than the original NecroDancer, which I consider pretty good! thanks Nintendo i guess for getting my Zelda mood up in time for Tears (literally) ghfjfjf

[fictionkinfessional]

Smellerbee!! No hetero but if you're out there I love you so much & I miss the freedom fighters, especially you :( where did everyone Go this isn't fair -Longshot, avatar: the last airbender

[boardchairman-blog]

Hereditary (2018)

Director: Ari Aster Cinematographer: Pawel Pogorzelski

[letsbenditlikebennett]

Bones? Bones! || Ari & Sloane

TIMING: A few days ago. PARTIES: @faetedwill & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Just two pals have a friend date with their dogs on the farm and sharing some secrets.

Even though what happened in the graveyard should have sat heavy on Sloane’s shoulders, she felt as though enough time had passed to fully accept the fact that her friend was a werewolf. Not only that, but the fact that they’d found a body. Her dad had mentioned it at dinner one night and Sloane shrugged her shoulders, gaze cast down onto her plate. Of course, he hadn’t asked any further questions, mostly because he probably didn’t think that she’d been involved. Which, she hadn’t been. She had just stumbled upon it with Ariana, who was a wolf, who had been looking for the same thing that the body was found beside. Death was a way of life, and though Sloane could see their face in her dreams, she’d been able to put it aside. It wasn’t the first dead body she had seen, and it wouldn’t be the last. She knew werewolves existed, and even though it’d been the first time she’d come into contact with one, the shock had worn off after she got home and stopped her hands from shaking. 

 She wasn’t worried about Ariana being a werewolf, not by a longshot. When it came down to it, befriending a wolf would probably impress her mom more than if Ariana had been human. So when Ari invited her to the farm for their dogs to run, Sloane had no qualms. There were no what if’s that crossed her mind. It wasn’t until she was parked on the gravel in front of the farmhouse did Sloane remember what happened online. She had to release Ariana. Ariana knew she was fae. Sloane slouched in her seat and looked behind her at Steve who had his head stuck out the window, nose twitching at the onslaught of new smells. “Alright, guy.” She got out of the car and kept her door open for him as he followed her out. Sloane noticed Ari on the front steps of the farmhouse and she raised her hand to wave. Steve took off ahead of her, tail wagging as he reached Ari’s feet. He rolled onto his side, tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. “Steve, why do you put your affection for me to shame every time you see her?” 

The farm always felt especially empty when Ulf was gone. Ari knew she could keep staying at Emilio’s, that she was expected to even given her current state of having some sort of spirit or demon latched onto her, but she also needed to tend to the plants. She swore up and down to Emilio that she wouldn’t be alone for long which seemed to appease him well enough. She figured Emilio deserved some time alone with his boyfriend and Ari also couldn’t stand the thought of Ulf coming back home for harvest season only for everything they’d planted to be wilted and withered away. There were already enough of her choices she knew Ulf wouldn’t approve of, namely befriending hunters; she figured the least she could do was not let him down when it came to the farm. The older wolf had done so much for her and she had to be able to do this one thing right.

 With the plants watered and trimmed up as needed, Ari had changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. Whether they matched or not was another story, but the shirt at least looked pretty blue. She nestled Noodle back into his cage and called for Luna to follow her when she heard wheels crunching gravel along the entrance to the farm. When she opened the door, Luna was immediately prancing around the yard in quick circles, leaving little clouds of dirt behind her as she sprinted. Ari waved as Sloane and Steve exited the car and Steve came trotting up to her. “Hey, buddy,” she cooed as the dog rolled on his side for pets, “Aren’t you just the sweetest lil man?” 

 When Sloane mentioned how much affection he gives Ari, she couldn’t help but laugh. Luna came running over to see what the excitement was all about. She nudged her snout into Sloane’s hand to get her fill of pets before offering Steve a little play bow. “Well, I think we’re both chopped liver now that these two have each other,” she joked, “But I think they just get extra excited to see friends they don’t see all the time.” From the looks of it, Luna had already shown Steve where all the outdoor toys were. “I was thinking I could grill something up? I have turkey burgers and veggie burgers, didn’t know which was more your speed,” she explained, “I’ve also got White Claws, sweet tea, Coke, Sprite, lavender lemonade, and water in the fridge.” 

Sloane wasted no time in leaning down, scratching Luna just behind the ears. She seemed to enjoy the bout of affection and Sloane continued to scratch until she seemed satisfied enough. The banshee watched as Luna began to beg Steve for attention of his own, and she went unsurprised to watch as her dog obliged. “No kidding.” She leaned down and gave Steve a playfully slap on his hip before she straightened up, turning her attention back to Ari. 

 The fear of what her friend would think had dissipated for the most part, and now they were surrounded by their dogs and the promise of food. “My dad was a little peeved I decided to take him today, mostly ‘cause it’s his day off.” She shrugged. “Oh well.” Sloane clasped her hands together in front of her as Ari listed off the options. “Oh. Hm.” 

 Were turkey and veggie burgers more Ari’s speed, or had that adjustment been made for her since she had to out the fact that she was fae? It was already obvious that Ari knew about fae, but how much was still up in the air. “A veggie burger sounds really good, actually.” She decided to play it safe, plus she wasn’t the biggest fan of turkey burgers to begin with. “And uhhh… I think lavender lemonade sounds pretty good— Oh, can you mix sprite in with it? Make it fizzy?” 

Once Luna and Steve both got enough attention from them, they were off running around the yard and playing, happy as could be. Ari smiled warmly as she watched their game of chase begin and knew Luna would show him to the toys soon enough. She laughed a bit that Sloane’s dad was disappointed to not have Steve around on his day off. She got it, it was rare she went anywhere without Luna and Noodle these days. “Sorry to your dad,” she replied with a laugh, “At least Steve will go home tired and ready to cuddle.”

 Ari left the front door open for the dogs as she led her friend to the kitchen. She’d had most of the stuff for the grill set out, figuring Sloane would go for the veggie burgers. Given the not so subtle hint that her friend was some sort of fae, she knew red meat was off the table. “Veggie burgers and a fizzy lavender lemonade it is,” she exclaimed as she grabbed the aforementioned items from the fridge. 

 As she mixed the drinks, Ari looked at Sloane, figuring it would be best to get the obvious question mark outta the room right away. “So,” she started slowly, “You had to release me from a thank, which I appreciate by the way, apparently my dumb ass is slow to learn, but that’d usually imply you’re able to bind thanks to begin with.” 

Sloane followed Ari into the house. It was a lot more spacious than it looked from the outside. A light breeze traveled from the front door through to an open window. She could imagine napping for hours on the sofa that was in the corner of the living room. 

 “Nice.” Sloane leaned against the counter opposite of where Ari began to prep their drinks. The fizz of the soda was drowned out by Ari’s question and she looked up from the way her hand rotated as she mixed the soda and lemonade to the back of Ari’s head. It was only right for Sloane to be honest and straight forward with her friend, especially after Ari had already put herself at risk in the cemetery— both by protecting her, and by shifting in front of her. 

 “Oh yeah. That.” The banshee let out a feigned yawn, counting the seconds before the words tumbled out of her mouth. “I mean, yeah, I guess that does imply like— that.” Sloane let out an awkward laugh. What would happen to them if Ari had some vendetta against fae? “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m suddenly so awkward about it.” Another laugh. Sloane began to wring her hands together. “It didn’t really come up at the time— like, the cemetery or whatever, and I didn’t want to just be like oh hey Ari, no worries! I’m also not human.” She paused. “How much do you know about fae?” Better to ask, get a feel for where Ari stood, even though Sloane knew in the back of her mind that if there was a problem, it probably would’ve been addressed online. Hopefully. 

 There was tension in the air almost as soon as the statement had left her mouth. Ari supposed that was fair enough. Both of them being supernatural didn’t necessarily mean there was loyalty. She liked to think the fact they liked each other well enough did. Back in school, they’d always gotten on well enough. She could hear the things they whispered about Sloane, but she never paid them any mind. If anything, it didn’t matter what type of fae Sloane was as much as who she was as a person did. Humans, werewolves, fae— they all had the potential to be bad. To be cruel. Sloane didn’t give her that impression. If she was cruel, she would have held Ari to thank you and wouldn’t have cared about the dead being respected. 

 “You’re good,” Ari assured, “I know not everyone is as open about this kinda stuff as I am.” When she was asked how much she knew about fae, she wasn’t entirely sure about how to answer that. Her experiences were a mixed bag and she wasn’t sure how Sloane would take that. She handed the drink over to Sloane and took a sip of her own. “I’ve known a few fae. Was friends with a nix before she moved. Known a couple of banshees who were cool and a leanan sidhe who was not so cool. Knew a guy with wings who was pretty cool, don’t actually know what he was though. Get the basic idea of no thank yous or promises even if I suck at not doing it,” she explained as she recounted her experiences and shrugged, “So a bit? I don’t really judge people based on their species though. Everyone chooses who they get to be.” 

 Ari quickly added, “You seem like a good person to me, so whatever you are isn’t gonna change how I think of you.”

Sloane looked down to the forgotten drinks that Ari had been making. She wanted the sour taste of lemon on her tongue to shock her out of this discomfort. Being fae was something to be proud of, but Ari had grown to be one of Sloane’s closest friends, and the thought of losing her to something as simple as what she was, was infuriatingly terrifying. Realistically, she shouldn’t care and she knew that, but Ari being a wolf didn’t mean anything to her, so maybe Ari was being truthful that her being fae didn’t mean anything either. 

 As Ari explained what she knew about fae, or rather, the kind of fae that she knew, Sloane nodded thoughtfully. “Make sense. I mean, not everyone is… good, or just bad, or whatever.” It did surprise Sloane to hear that Ari had known not one, but two banshees. Even though she was fae, she thought herself no better than anyone else. Except for maybe a few select humans. In the grand scheme of things, though, Sloane was so much bigger than anything they could dream up, so what was the point in thinking that she was better or worse? 

 “No, I just—“ She paused for a moment, thinking over what she wanted to say. “I’m comfortable being fae— comfortable being a banshee, even.” Sloane dropped her arms to her sides, fingers twitching against the loose fabric on the bottoms of her shorts. “I just don’t really go around telling people. We’re uh… we don’t exactly come in an abundance, if you know what I mean.” Sloane let out an awkward laugh. “I was a little worried, but not because— I mean, my mom has warned me against wardens all my life.” Sloane chewed on her bottom lip, watching Ari’s reaction. “I obviously knew you weren’t one, but there are fae who sell people out, and I just…” She shrugged, “if something like that is drilled into you, then it’s hard to separate the idea from the people you know.”  

“Yeah, things aren’t that simple,” Ari agreed, knowing full well that even the best people fucked up sometimes. She was trying to learn to apply that to herself again, but it wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Healing was an annoyingly slow process, but she knew Sloane was good and she enjoyed being able to be more open with her friend about all the supernatural stuff. It was such a huge part of her life that it was hard to keep it hidden. She knew there were reasons to keep it hidden, Kaden liked to remind her of as much, but she’d rather know where she stood with people even if it was to her own detriment. 

 Ari kept her features trained in a relaxed look. By the way Sloane fidgeted that her friend was a bit nervous and she didn’t want to give any sort of reaction that would fuel that. That went well for all of about 30 seconds until Sloane said the word banshee and her face lit up. In theory, Ari thought they were the coolest and she had always loved gifting Deirdre with bones before everything happened with Lydia. “That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, “You should be comfortable with that. That’s so badass.” 

 Despite trying to keep it cool, Ari was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she nodded along. “Nah, I totally get that,” she assured, “Just because we’re both not human doesn’t mean we’re bound to be friends or whatever. But definitely don’t have any species-wide dislike going on for anyone… Except mimes. Fuck mimes.” She had a million more questions, but the one that popped out next was, “Do you like bones and stuff then? I always have a bunch after the full moon and could give them to you!” 

Sloane felt her pulse in her neck. This could go wrong, or it could go well. But Ari was her friend, but— friends lie all the time. This wasn’t the playground, and this wasn’t somebody trying to make fun of her. Ari had no reason to lie to her, the banshee reminded herself. 

 Truthfully, Sloane had been so worried about a negative reaction, that Ari’s excited one was a surprise. Her eyes widened slightly as Ari’s expression split from something neutral into something filled with— what was it? Joy? Sloane couldn’t tell exactly, but she did seem elated, or at least nearing such a feeling. “Oh—“ Sloane let out a laugh of her own, fingers going still against her sides. The nerves she felt weren’t about whether or not Ari would suddenly hate her, but instead about whether or not she could now live up to the potential. 

 “Oh, cool. Yeah, I’m glad that you’re not like, offended or something. I don’t know, maybe somebody would be.” Sloane let out a somewhat pained laugh before she brought a hand up to pull a few curls out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. “Mimes? Those things can fuck all the way off, for real.” She felt more at ease now that the tension had shattered, and breathing felt like it was coming easier to her now, too. “Bones—?” The banshee blinked before laughter filled the space they occupied. It was loud and untamed and made her chest hurt, but it felt good, too. “Dude, I fucking love bones, are you kidding me?” Her eyes lit up, realizing that this had been a good decision— the right one. 

 “That would be really awesome though, seriously.” She paused. “I’m trying really hard not to make a joke about like, dogs and bones right now, and I’m going to not make it, but.” Sloane grinned at Ari, tilting her head to the side. “I’m glad we were able to talk about this, even if it’s like… I dunno.” She shrugged. “I’m just glad.” 

“It takes a lot to offend me,” Ari replied with a laugh. She had never been above making fun of herself, so it was only when words came with a venomous tone that she found they stung. Or a sad tone. Okay, maybe she wasn’t that hard to offend. That didn’t seem super relevant though. What mattered was things were out in the open between them and it felt like that made their friendship just a little deeper. That was nice to think about even if it did unsettle her just a little bit. It was hard not to be when people she loved had a habit of dying. She let that worry slip away and offered genuinely, “I’m glad you told me. Your secret is safe with me.” 

 The excitement over bones did make her think of Regan, but Ari figured that was better to bring up when Regan was acting more like herself again. If that ever happened. With everything else going on, she hadn’t really dug too deeply into that one, but at least she seemed to accept what she was now. One day, she hoped they could meet and talk about bones together. “Well, welcome to a monthly supply of bones then,’ she responded with a laugh, “Usually deer bones. One time it was a moose which shocked even myself because those fuckers are massive.” At the mention of holding back a dog joke, more laughter filled the air. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, I’m a canine. Think the joke is backwards if the dog is giving away a bone.” 

 It was good to see there was no longer a bubble of tension around Sloane. Ari could understand why it wasn’t easy telling people what you are, not that it ever stopped her. That just made it more special that Sloane had been willing to share that secret with her. “Come on,” she said, picking up the food stuffs to take outside, “Let’s get cooking… and get out there before one or both of our menaces figure out how to take the cover off the pool.” 

[crookedcorpse]

LOVE IS A VENDETTA, WE ARE THE WEAPONS (THIS WILL SURELY BURN US BOTH)— VENUS IN ARIES

live a lie— the raconteurs; heaven’s gate— fall out boy; peacemaker— green day; bicep— tr/st; kill your friends— the longshot; cupid de locke— the smashing pumpkins; napalm girls— creeper; bad blood— black rebel motorcycle club; 60 feet tall— the dead weather

[zumpietoo]

Umm...noooo....and the writing’s been shit since season ONE....

Buuuttt.....the anon’s right. Plus she didn’t say “cheated multiple times” (tho, LBR, yes she DID), the anon said. “multiple incidents”, which is unquestionably true......Slizzy’s been carrying on an emotional affair on varying levels since season TWO....

She sent Douchie to dump Jughead, utterly devastating him (and resulting him being sexually assaulted, LBR)

During this time she trusted ONLY Douchie, even tho she never had a real reason to conceal DICK from Jughead (cause she did it prior to her Daddy insisting she dump him)

She and Douchie flirted outrageously in front of Jug and Vermin at Xmas. Split up is irrelevant. It was dick behavior

She kissed Douchie---and lied about it

She ditched Jug to run to Douchie repeatedly in 3

She largely carried on an emotional affair for half of season 4 and did, in fact, cheat on Jug. While he had PTSD, had almost been murdered (again), etc. And then carried on a heavy emotional affair, which she considered making a physical one and dumping Jughead altogether

In season 6, she treated Jug like trash (and turns out had done so for 7 years) and couldn’t fuck Douchie fast enough----even tho she didn’t even enjoy it. 

And, honestly, turns out it wasn’t OOC or for shock value. It was because Cole and Lili couldn’t “play house as BH” anymore, either.

Nobody says you have to like it---but it IS canon, you DO have to accept it and you were totes cool with it until Jug fully moved on with Tabs...

Nope....because you refuse to, again, accept WHY it happened.

She did

Not just “one kiss” by a longshot. 

Then STFU and either watch it or don’t....but stop fucking whining

ETA: apparently this was on freakin zeldas blog og. But I do still agree. Love how pressed they are that crotchi liked an ari pic. Dude, she’s no body’s friend. Suck it up

[vulpixelates]

OC TAG GAME

tysm to @nuwanders for the tag!

rules: sort your OCs into the below categories and (optionally) make them in this picrew.

tagging: anyone who would like to participate! this was fun and i love hearing about y'all's ocs 💕 i am just truly terrible at remembering usernames and noticing who likes to do this kinda thing 😅

these all ended up being ttrpg characters bc ofc they did aowifejaoiwf also, i made sure to choose a different one for each even if maaaaybe caerellia might be both my favorite AND the meanest

it's so hard to pick a favorite but if i HAVE TO, it has to be caerellia asperanas. she's my most extra character and i am so utterly obsessed w her and the stories that we tell w her. she's an icon!!

(please excuse this poor approximation of her 😂 she isn't actually gray. i tried to use my own art but it was very blurry sized down for some reason and i didn't have time to fix it aoiejfa)

iris is my latest gal! i made her as an extra character for a modern text-based ttrpg game we play on discord w some pals and she's a delight. she is an ex-hacker who so desperately wants to be a hacker again but she's legally not allowed to touch computers anymore. she and her wife ran away together after she left her life of crime and adopted two kids, and she writes lesbian romance novels.

okay, okay: i definitely have long lost ocs that i made when i was a teenager that i could have included here but honestly, i don't remember them! so i'll go with elen "i'd steal an extra horse for you" arel bc she was my very first d&d character from my very first game AND the first oc i really loved as an adult.

this was tough bc i don't really oaifjeoai like making mean ocs so tatjana is probably the closest to truly mean, mostly just bc she uh. participates in ritual sacrifice and actively discriminates against the undead and finds them to be unholy abominations. 💔 but she's really just trying her best out here in the dog-eat-dog plane of ravenloft.

this one was easy: saga, hands down. she is my soft girl, despite uh almost quite literally being made of stone. i love her.

this made me realize that i have not ever really posted about ashes but going from a 20+ level fighter and the leader of asmodeus's armies to a banished first level cleric of redemption would make you grouchy too!

ary, buddy, i'm sorry, but you're the biggest dumbass i've ever played and i love you for it!!! i think they have a -1 to INT despite being one of my highest WIS characters aijfaoiwf

eaven is the eladrin wizard that i made to playtest the strixhaven setting that we homebrewified w my wife/dm! she'd gotta be the smartest bc she was literally made to be a scholar (tho i do have a handful of other characters who could fit.) this is her spring form w the pink hair but she has a few different seasonal appearances.

val flores is one of my modern ttrpg girlies; she is a HUGE FUCKIN' DORK who loves ttrpgs so i think we'd get along the best. also, chronically ill bitches gotta stick together.

[benjisley]

(  wolfgang novogratz , cis man , he/him )  i think i just saw BENJAMIN ‘BENJI’ ISLEY down by the shore. i know the TWENTY TWO year old MECHANIC / MUSICIAN has been in oceanview point for TWENTY TWO YEARS , but they’re family nonetheless. i’ve noticed they’re pretty PROTECTIVE, but it’s rumored they’re a little IMPULSIVE. guess it makes sense after all they’re a ARIES. they always remind me of THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS and WOVEN BRACELETS, GREASE STAINED JEANS, AND IMPROMPTU LATE NIGHT DRIVES. ( kenna , 21 , cst , she/her. )

hiii !!! im kenna and i’m super excited to be here!! bear with me if this intro is a little messy.... i’ve had this character in the works for a while but i’ve never actually played him before!! on that note, here’s his pinterest board if you’re interested in things like that haha.

( tws: car accident, death of a parent, drunk driving)

basics

full name: benjamin gray isley

nicknames: benji, ben, benny, anything u wanna call him honestly

age: twenty two

date of birth: april 16th, 1998

height: 6′3″

gender: cis man

sexuality: bisexual

mother: delilah isley née cooper (41)

father: levi isley, deceased

siblings: madeleine isley (11), oliver isley (14), theodora isley (18)

background

benji’s parents were fresh out of high school when he was born, the pregnancy came as a shock to everyone but his parents handled it surprisingly well. while delilah studied for her nursing degree, levi got a job at her father’s auto repair shop. within a year, the family of three were living on their own (with a lot of support from their families, of course). and next thing they knew, the family of three had turned into a family of six. and while trying to keep up with the schedules of four different kids proved to be difficult at times, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

it was no secret to anyone that benji idolized his father - he was the one who introduced him to his love for music, who taught him how to play guitar, who encouraged him when he expressed an interest in music as a career. he could spend hours talking to his father about anything. so, when his father was killed by a drunk driver when he was seventeen, it hit him pretty hard. he managed to hold it together for a few hours after he found out but that night, after everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, he took off in his car. he just felt an overwhelming need to get away, from that house, from that town, from everything. he didn’t say a word to his mother before he left and didn’t answer any of her countless calls or texts during the time he was away. the error in this decision didn’t quite hit him until he returned home the next afternoon to his mother hugging him in tears (leading him to break down in tears himself, apologizing profusely). it’s not a memory he enjoys looking back on, it just reminds him of how much of a selfish asshole he was then.

benji had big plans for himself his senior year. he was going to move out to los angeles, start a band, and make it big! he was going to be a rockstar! he would show everyone that he could make it, he would make his parents proud someday. these dreams were quickly discarded after his father’s death, once he realized that his mother was suddenly left alone with three minors to care for. she never asked him to stay and in fact, tried to convince him not to when he told her his intentions to do so. nothing she said convinced him and so... he stayed. he got certified as a mechanic after graduation and went to work at his grandpa’s auto repair shop (the same one his father worked at before his death).

he still has a passion for music and an interest in maybe someday turning it into an actual career - he knows it’s a bit of a longshot though. he’s happy enough just playing for his friends and family now. is sort of thinking of starting a band here in oceanview but is not entirely sure yet....

headcanons

has a box full of woven friendship bracelets that his little sister has made for him over the years... is always wearing at least one. thinks they’re pretty cool. likes to give them out to his friends too and he will judge them if they don’t wear it. like, you think you’re too cool for a friendship bracelet? no you’re not put it on right now

tries his hardest to be the rational and responsible one in his friend group.... tries to talk his friends out of doing dumb shit but usually ends up doing it with them in the end.... he’ll say it’s just to make sure they don’t die but he actually enjoys it. 

very much the type to put other people’s needs before his own. he’s allergic to doing things for himself and needs to be pushed to actually do so. isn’t very open about his feelings :// tends to keep things bottled up. and it honestly has a lot to do with him being embarrassed about the way he acted when his dad died. 

honestly really likes cooking!!! is usually the one cooking dinner at home (especially if his mom is working a late shift at the hospital), has a list of recipes to try out, and usually tries something new at least once a week.

really likes puns.... dad joke extraordinaire. will laugh at his own jokes even if no one else thought it was funny.

loves to go stargazing, especially with other people. he likes to flex his knowledge lol. is definitely known as the ‘cool guy who knows a lot about stars’ among some of his siblings’s friends. 

wanted connections

i will make an actual somewhat detailed list later but for now... honestly down for anything!!! best friends/childhood friends, neighbors, exes, family friends, etc. anything and everything!!

[wrestlingisfake]

Impact Wrestling has been hyping that a former Impact world champion (or more than one!) is returning to the company at Slammiversary.  Obviously this is because a several former Impact world champions recently became free agents.  But what’s surprised me when they do the hype videos is that the list of potential suspects is always a little deeper than I expected.

So just for fun, let’s run through all the former world champions in TNA/Impact, and evaluate whether they could be the mystery man.  Note that Impact includes all NWA world champions between June 2002 and May 2007 in their title lineage, so we’ll go along with that for this bit.  Also, in case you’re thinking “it can’t be that guy because he’s too old,” bear in mind Ken Shamrock is 56 and currently booked for a tag title match this month.

First, let’s eliminate the obvious, since the returning champion can’t be someone who’s already on Impact’s active roster: Eddie Edwards, Ken Shamrock, Rhino, Rob Van Dam, and Sami Callihan.

Next, here’s everybody that I know is under a WWE contract: Abyss, AJ Styles, Bobby Lashley, Drew McIntyre, Jeff Hardy, John Morrison, R-Truth, Robert Roode, and Samoa Joe.

I think these guys are under WWE legends contracts, but it’s possible any of those deals could have quietly expired: Christian, Jeff Jarrett, Mick Foley.

Only a couple of Impact champions are in AEW, and they’re probably not allowed to work for other US groups: Matt Hardy and Pentagon Jr.

These guys were with the NWA last I checked, but between the pandemic shutdowns and working relationships, it’s possible their contracts have lapsed or they’d agree to come in for a one-off: Eli Drake, James Storm, Mr. Anderson, Nick Aldis.

Here are the “snowball’s chance in hell” options.  Impact has never acknowledged a 2005 NWA title change where Ray Gonzalez beat Jeff Jarrett in Puerto Rico, so I don’t think he’d be on their radar.  Tessa Blanchard just had an acrimonious split with the company a couple of weeks ago, well after this “former world champion returns” stuff started.  Alberto El Patron and Austin Aries have burned their bridges with just about everyone, which hasn’t stopped Impact before but does make each of them a bit of a longshot. 

That leaves the following as plausible picks:

Bully Ray - his ROH deal has expired and Impact has been teasing the return of his stable, Aces & Eights.  If he doesn’t plan to retire or sit out the pandemic, Impact is the best place for him.

Chris Sabin - He’s already under contract with Impact as a producer, but the point is that I didn’t know that until I looked it up.  So I could see Impact trotting him out, selling it like he’s a new acquisition, and hoping nobody knows the difference.

Eric Young - His WWE run raised his star power but he’s probably still very affordable.  I can’t see him getting a better offer elsewhere.  In AEW, ROH, or MLW he’d just be a journeyman; in Impact he’d be treated like a big part of their history.

Ethan Carter III - He’s all but signed.  You know that promo video Impact keeps airing with the guy watching the news?  The full version appeared on EC3′s Twitter, with a few extra seconds revealing the guy is him.  The only real question is if he’s the only one.

Kurt Angle - People were saying he was too banged up to keep wrestling before he signed with TNA in 2006, and he was running on fumes in his last WWE run.  But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be crazy enough to try a comeback, or that Impact wouldn’t be crazy enough to enable him.  All that aside, the hype for this returning champion never promised he’d be returning as a wrestler, so Kurt could conceivably show up as an authority figure or something.

Raven - As far as I can determine he hasn’t totally retired, so it’s technically possible.  He doesn’t have the same “let’s ignore how old he is” buzz as Goldberg or Sting, though, and I’m not even sure most Impact fans even remember he was a world champion with them in 2005.

Sting - The fact that they show him in those montages of former world champions shows how unconcerned they are with the fact he’s 61 and has spinal stenosis.  But we’re not discussing whether Impact should sign any of these guys, only if they would.  And whether I like it or not, I could see Sting showing up and hitting guys with baseball bats a couple of times a year.

[fair-fae]

Get to know the Player

– one / NAME / ALIAS. Destiny, D, D-chan, Faye, Fae

– two /  BIRTHDAY. March 27th

– three / ZODIAC SIGN.  Aries

– four /  HEIGHT. 5′3″

– five  /  HOBBIES. Role-playing, writing, art, video games, singing, shopping, cosplay, crying at cute animal pics, memes, watching too many movies and shows

– six /  FAVORITE COLORS. Pink!! Lavender, red, black, purple

– seven / FAVORITE BOOKS. I haven’t read much in a looong time but some of my favorite authors are Garth Nix, Juliet Marillier, Jane Austen, and Kate Chopin. My favorite book is Le Petit Prince/The Little Prince!

– eight  /  LAST SONG LISTENED TO.  Longshot by Catfish and the Bottlemen

– nine  /  LAST FILM WATCHED.  El Camino

– ten  /  INSPIRATION FOR MUSE. Victorian era and period films and books, vampires, gothic horror, pastel goth, characters that are charming and somewhere in the range of morally ambiguous to evil, femme fatales, vintage bombshells

– eleven  / DREAM JOB. Writer and hermit. Professional cat-petter.

– twelve  / MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL. Faye is my RP character. “Fair Faye” became her nickname not longer after I started RPing her via her love interest at the time and had some pretty fun extra meanings behind it. “Faye” was already taken in the last MMO I played back when I made this blog, so my character than was “Fae.” :’D

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[arinowickib]

ari knew it was a longshot, he felt his mom shaking her head as he asked for her help, as if saying that it wasn’t something she could do. “ Jasper, please, save hoothoot! ” he cried out, exasperated and tired, his energy too frantic to even think straight.