#ouraniatm

[astrxlfinale]

cora vc: man, ya' got some fuckin' weird folks flocking yer' way....and for what? some baseball dude who can't even swing properly?

(from ouraniatm. hi, sorry, cora's being a lil' shit XD)

"Can't swing??" Abruptly points over towards her!

"First of all, these swings are doing something if there's a mangled bunch of legion soldiers wherever I step. We call that progress, the refined, sure-kill hit made through a league of trial, error with that fine topping of improvement!"

"Second of all!" There's a brief pause, eyes going wide--! Until he deflates down again in pure acceptance. "Yeah. Some folks call it karma cause I never be normal. Should've seen the person throwing it back until they cracked not just a car window, but the whole damn car in half to show they were built different."

"As I always say, the world is a mighty big place."

@ouraniatm

[crownshattered-arch]

@ouraniatm (HSR Cora)~

The street was quiet, undisturbed. There wasn't a heavy silence in the air. It was calm, normal, like nothing was wrong and nothing was to be expected. Only someone with incredible skills could keep themselves so concealed that no one would notice their eyes on them. However... Soon enough, the silence was broken.

From the shadows leaped a man, one intent on attacking the green-haired woman. Whether she anticipated the attack or not, the man came at her. A thief, no doubt, but a skilled one at that. This wasn't just some pickpocket. He must've been excellent at his craft to stay concealed for so long and attack with such precision...

But before the thief could do anything, he was suddenly struck in the shoulder by a metal arrow...and then electrocuted into unconsciousness. From the awning of a nearby building jumped down a woman in a dark purple cloak. She completely ignored the green-haired woman as she knelt beside the collapsed man. Unconscious... Good. Another job complete.

[stcries]

hazbin hotel prompts, accepting!

@ouraniatm wrote: “ Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. You might hurt my feelings. ” / ouraniatm, to sampo

"come now, why would i say something so blatantly untrue? then again, given my track record, i suppose i can't blame you." emerald eyes crease as sampo's face grows into a smirk, wasting not a moment before waltzing towards the woman. it was in his nature, to be sleazy and sly, to sneak around the shadows and pounce when his prey was ripe for the taking. but with her? why, he felt he could let loose, just a little.

"but ouch, i had no idea you could be so sensitive, and about me of all people? you may have more skeletons in your closet than even me," he chuckles under his breath, single hand upon hip as he leans playfully closer. well, when presented with the opportunity, why not try to milk it for all that it's worth. "hmm, save to say, since you started the conversation, that you also missed me, my dear?"

[crownshattered]

@ouraniatm inquired: cora, waiting for idia to get back from the party just so she could give him her own gifts, which consist of a video game she knows he's been eyeing AND, well...an UNCANNY plushie, which looks pretty damn terrifying, stitched in together from different dolls and whatnot, and actually resembles her boyfriend, color scheme wise? yes, absolutely."i, uh...kinda went outta the way for this bad boy. i thought it'd look pretty cute, and, y'know...it IS for you, so i had to go for a non boring option." cue a kiss on her boyfriend's lips and gentle poke on his cheek. "happy birthday, player one...~ hope you're ready for the REAL party." said the green haired with an amused grin.

⁕| Idia's Birthday!! (12/18/23) |⁕

What…the actual…fuck….

The video game was appreciated, of course. He was originally planning on buying it himself before his parents cut his access to their bank account—part of his punishment for the whole Island of Woe thing—so it was great that she could buy it for him. However, the initial joy faded once he laid eyes on the abomination that was also resting inside the gift bag.

Oh gods, he was so bad at hiding his initial reaction to things… But he couldn’t tell if Cora was serious about this creepy doll thing or not. He wanted to appreciate it…but it honestly was more like a voodoo doll than anything else. It looked cursed. And the fact that it kind of resembled him color-wise just made it even creepier.

“U-Um…th-thanks…” He was already trying to figure out where to put this gods-awful doll so it wouldn’t watch him while he slept… But wait, he was dating someone now, so he couldn’t be completely self-centered like usual. He put the horrifying doll back in the bag and then picked up the case for the game Cora bought. “Speaking of Player One…wanna play~?” That should get his mind off of the abomination…

[verreprincesse]

ⓒ

[crownshattered-moved]

@ouraniatm​ replied:

cora in the back, with yet another monster energy drink: thats a lotta boyfriends

“Hehehehe, we’re a superior breed~”

[bitterseadrop-a]

𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐘 @ouraniatm :: oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

blood related prompts. | always open !

milou  snorted,  not  knowing  whether  she  should  be  offended  or  amused.  "  i  couldn't  care  less  about  that,  and  i'm  not  the  one  you  should  be  worried  about.  "  she  deadpanned,  crossing  her  arms  and  raising  an  eyebrow.  "  can't  say  the  same  about  azul  though  and  since  i'm  on  his  payroll,  i  can't  let  you  into  mostro  lounge.  "

there  was  a  simple  rule  in  the  woman's  life  —  and  it  was  whoever  paid  her  the  most  was  her  boss.  call  her  cheap,  however  she  was  anything  but.  even  if  she  wasn't  the  biggest  fan  of  doing  azul's  dirty  work,  he  knew  the  numbers  at  least.  with  that  being  said,  playing  bouncer  for  the  lounge  on  busy  nights  was  one  of  his  more  lucrative  offers.  

her  lips  curled  into  her  usual  sickenly  sweet  smile.  "  if  you're  so  insistent  on  it  though,  i'll  have  to  send  you  off  with  a  little  more  blood.  "

[crownshattered-arch]

@ouraniatm

[paradisaean]

"It hurts quite a bit, but I think I can still move it." from ouraniatm, aka cora

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Maybe, you shouldn't ? ❞ Kaveh clears his throat, realizing how the pitch of his voice may have tilted a bit higher when seeing how the way the other's arm twisted.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He places Mehrak beside him as he crouches beside Cora, hissing a little in sympathy.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ We're a bit far from civilization, so I can try to set it until we get back to town ? ❞ Kaveh's been out on his own enough exploring the architecture of old ruins to have picked up at least a livable amount of first aid.

@ouraniatm

[astrxlfinale]

❝i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ from ouraniatm

"...."

There's a pause held when the thought is driven to the forefront. Initially, Cora's sharp words were enough of an action to simply abide by her wishes, to give the grounds of space and allow sleeping dogs to lie within this moment. It leaves the Trailblazer non-responsive while a moment of contemplation is taken. In many ways, common sense would say to simply respect this moment for what it is. If only he could go by that rhetoric with simple accptance.

"And what then? Let all of this just remain?" He decides to take a more forward stance instead. His shoes briefly creaked across the metal plank she sat upon, giving an overview of Belobog while his simply stands by where she sits, allowing his gaze to drift across the snowy white valleys up ahead. "If it wasn't some form of help or foundation you were looking for, what would be the point of joining the Stellaron Hunters at all?"

"Unless you're some sort of Aeon, goals require a collective effort, of those you do and don't know. This isn't a matter of pity as it is stepping up to the challenge."

@ouraniatm

[crownshattered-arch]

@ouraniatm

[crownshattered-arch]

@ouraniatm inquired: 😶 + hey, idia, what do you think of cora's big chunky, thick and delicious thighs~? (IM SO SORRY, THIS IS ALL I COULD THINK OF LMAO)

⁕| Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it! |⁕

“Second best pillow. Very squishy. Unobtainable throne. EZ, ask something harder~”

Once the effects of this ask, forcing him to answer with complete honesty, he will die of embarrassment.

[stcries]

          “ ugh,  you should have paused me when you had the chance,  now look what’s happened. ”   a sigh escapes the dorm head’s lips,  shoulders slumping as hands dive into oversized hoodie pockets.   idia often found himself doing things unconsciously when he was deep within the gaming zone,  and that sometimes included snacking in moments of intense keyboard smashing sessions.   if there was a jar of sweets beside his desk,  then sometimes it would be completely empty without him even realising   ...   which was indeed what had just occurred earlier in the day.

     classes and studying were still on today’s agenda,  they were still attending college after all.   but now idia had all of that on his plate with the addition of a sugar crash and a nagging pain in his gut.   the fact a new assignment had just been handed out too,  this shroud certainly had his hands full.

     “ i mean,  food is a good brain buff,  but this is completely overkill.   it’s not even halfway through the week and my battery feels dead   ... ”

@ouraniatm​,  starter call !

[crownshattered]

@ouraniatm inquired: [KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss. / ouraniatm, to idia

⁕| Reasons To Cup Someone's Face |⁕

Idia was not good at this stuff... He wished he was, but at the end of the day, Idia Shroud was a complete noob when it came to relationships. He wanted to be able to kiss his girlfriend with all the swagger that many guys had, but his brain always overloaded like an old computer before crashing. Maybe that's why he and Cora worked so well together as a couple--she seemed to have no issue taking the initiative.

Pink flares flickered within flaming strands of blue as the bluenette's eyes widened. He didn't know what just happened; before he knew it, Cora was cupping his face and pulling his lips down to hers. It was so smooth that Idia was afraid he would slip on it or something. She caught his lips with such ease, causing a bright blush to form on his cheeks. But Idia wasn't about to stop her. Once the initial panicked/embarrassed/flustered mixture of emotions died down, Idia slowly began to return the kiss. He'll get better...eventually.

[crownshattered]

At the mention of her father, the young woman’s cheek twitched ever so slightly. She clearly wasn’t happy to talk about him any more than she had to. It was just the knowledge that she would have to keep talking about him that made her annoyed, not Cora's 'claim'. After all, it wasn't exactly a secret that her father was dead.

"...Yeah. He died a few years ago..." she answered with a narrow glare, as if daring the other to keep pressing the matter. While her father's death wasn't widely known by anyone other than the people who actively worked with the Michaelis family, it wasn't a secret either. Who cares if someone died? Maybe the lead research teams, given how much he contributed to Styx's blot research. But otherwise, who cared?

The only secret was how he died. As far as anyone other than Lia and the Shrouds themselves knew, William Michaelis overblotted unnaturally due to his own research causing him to immerse himself in too much blot. Only Lia and the Shrouds knew it wasn't an accident.

any normal joe wouldn't notice the smallest of details, but cora certainly does. maybe it has to do with the lineage thing the ouranias constantly boasted about, or just the lifestyle she had until arriving at this school - hell, there could be a third option she's not aware of - but it didn't change the fact she could see lia's reaction perfectly well. there was another reason, after all...a much darker one, far as she could tell, though as expected, lia refused to elaborate further. well, at least it was enough to answer her question. did it explain her fury? probably not, but she didn't care enough to push it as she usually does.

one functioning eye blearily stares, the scars on her face even more evident than usual under the bright, neon-blue lights their dorm offered, before scoffing lightly at her "explanation". ❛ hmph...that so? ❜ she replies with a short, simple sentence. ❛ in other words, you're more so there for idia's dad. huh...i don't think even my family knew the extent of your little "buff" deal. ❜ either that, or her deadbeat of a "father" knew, as well, but never shared the detail with either her or helios. regardless, the outcome was the same and it only made her frown darkly. maybe idia will give her more details on lia's case, though cora was sure she'd have to practically make him talk. at least, not in a way before they both came to realize how shitty they were to each other.

tense silence dreads through the hallway for a minute, but cora breaks it with a long exhale. ❛ ...what about your dad, then? judging by your words... ❜ her eyes, half blind yet direct, shoot up at lia, eyebrows furrowing. ❛ ...he died, didn't he? ❜

@crownshattered

[crownshattered-moved]

@ouraniatm​ inquired: ❝ Can you put the crib together? I’m so tired. ❞  ouraniatm, to idia

Everything Baby—No Longer Accepting

“Completion 100%, I already did it~” came the bluenette’s response--but with his big grin and near mad genius look on his face, it was clear that he didn’t do it in a traditional way. Idia and Cora were going to have the crib ordered and put together themselves, but Idia had a different idea in mind. So, he told her that he bought the crib, but that was actually just to buy him some time to finish preparations on his newest work of genius. 

Giddy with excitement to show off his latest creation, he rushed over to the far wall in their room and pressed a button cleverly disguised as an outlet. The sleek wall shifted, a rectangular section being split in two before opening up in opposite ways like sliding doors. From within the wall came a black crib, which was then pushed into the room before the sliding walls closed up again as if nothing had happened. Idia giggled excitedly, dashing towards the bed to grab Cora’s hands before pulling her over to the crib--maybe he was a bit too excited, but who could blame him?

“Hehehe, I’ve been using my break time over the past two months to make this~ Look! Look!! The crib itself looks like it’s made of black metal, but it’s actually made from black polyester fiber sheets to prevent injury hits their head on it!! It has tons of features that can be controlled with a tech plane--just press this button on this keychain and you can open it anywhere in STYX. But look!! It’s stationary, but if you press this button, the rubber stoppers on the legs are retracted and replaced with wheels so we can move this easily between our room and the baby’s room! Oh, and this button will rock the crib gently, and you can set it to a specific speed!! There’s a monitor installed and multiple cameras for different viewpoints. The mattress itself records the position the baby is sleeping in, as well as their breathing, and will shift to promote maximum breathing efficiency!! Oh, and watch this!!” 

He tapped the wall, opening up a holographic dashboard for the settings of the room before tapping the hologram to turn off the lights. He then used the crib’s own hologram screen--from the keychain he mentioned earlier--and pressed a button. Between the bars of the crib, a gentle blue light illuminated. Idia grinned widely, his blue locks seeming especially bright with his excitement. “And there’s a nightlight!!”