#record: zarina

[callofthxvoid]

So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street Crash the party like a record scratch as I scream "Who's afraid of little old me?" I was tame, I was gentle, 'til the circus life made me mean "Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth" Who's afraid of little old me? Well, you should be 'Cause you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me You caged me and then you called me crazy I am what I am 'cause you trained me So who's afraid of me?

[bumblingbee1]

Bro would not leave me ALONE 😆😭😭

[dweetwise]

[Dbd] Wanderlust

A small post-Entity one shot I wrote this summer and apparently never posted 💚 No ships, just some survivor bonding (and bickering 😂) Rated G | 1.2k words | ao3 link

The plane lurched to the side and Haddie did the same in her seat, her pencil sliding across the map of Malta and drawing a line in the Mediterranean sea. She huffed in annoyance and wordlessly reached to buckle her seat belt.

Next to her, Élodie did the opposite and pushed up from her seat with an exasperated groan.

“Just a little turbulence!” Ace’s voice sounded from the cockpit. “Nothing to worry about!”

“This tin can is awful!” Élodie complained. She wobbled to the front of the small plane, steadying herself on any solid objects as the plane shook from the turbulence.

“Aww, don’t worry, baby,” Ace said, affectionately patting the outdated flight instruments in front of him. “She’s just jealous of all your vintage glamour.”

“It’s a piece of scrap metal held together purely by duct tape and wishful thinking,” Élodie retorted. “In fact, I’m amazed we haven’t crashed yet.”

“Eh, I’ve flown in worse,” Zarina piped up from the co-pilot seat. Based on the fact that she had her feet propped up on the dashboard and was leaning back in her chair, she didn’t seem to be doing much of said piloting.

“See?” Ace told Élodie, then added with a grin, “If you’re so peeved about my plane, why don’t you ask your sugar daddy to buy us a shiny private jet instead?”

Zarina snorted while Élodie merely glared down at Ace.

“You refer to Felix as that one more time and I’m ejecting your seat,” she threatened.

Ace gasped. “But then who’s going to fly you all over Europe to do your Scooby gang shit? I’m not letting just anyone touch my plane, you know.”

“You’ll hopefully be a pancake on the ground, so I don’t think you have much say in the matter,” Élodie countered.

“Human pancake. Yum,” Sable offered. She was sitting in the back of the plane, busy with painting her already black nails even blacker regardless of the bumpy ride.

Zarina sighed before turning to look back at Haddie. “How’s the map coming along?”

“Good,” Haddie said. She waved the thin folder with the Imperiatti insignia that contained their information on the case. “It should only take a day to investigate the site and talk to all the witnesses. It’s a small island.”

“Should we split up?” Zarina asked.

“Dibs on the witnesses!” Ace hollered. “I’ve heard Maltese women are stunning.”

“Me and Haddie should go to the site to investigate,” Élodie said. “I brought my archaeology kit just in case.”

“I’m coming with you,” Sable said. Nobody protested: keeping Sable away from people was usually the way to go if they wanted their witnesses to not shit their pants from fear.

“I’ll go with Ace,” Zarina said, fiddling with her voice recorder. “And Vittorio?”

Haddie glanced at the man in question. Vittorio didn’t even appear to have heard the question; he sat completely silent on the seat opposite of Haddie, staring intently at the floor. His face was ashen and he desperately clutched the Lidl plastic bag they’d acquired on their pre-flight shopping trip in Coburg.

Considering this was his first time ever flying and he’d chosen to do it with Ace as his pilot, he was doing remarkably well.

“You okay?” Haddie asked, nudging Vittorio’s shoe with her own.

He looked up and gave her a shaky smile. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Zarina said. 

“I will have to get used to flying sooner or later,” Vittorio said with determination. “The Imperiatti works all over the world and I don’t want to be hindered by this should my help be required somewhere.”

“You could have stayed in Germany with Ursula.” Ace’s head popped into view as he leaned to look back at them. “She sure seemed interested in getting intimately acquaintanced with you and your…knowledge.” The sentence was accompanied by the wagging of eyebrows.

Haddie rolled her eyes while Vittorio grimaced: from nausea or the innuendo was anyone’s guess.

“She’s a very capable woman, but I don’t see how that’s relevant—” Vittorio started.

“Air pocket,” Zarina abruptly cut him off. 

A split second later, Haddie’s stomach dropped as the plane jumped and tilted to the left, before Ace grabbed the controls with a curse and righted their course.

Vittorio squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed a few times before rasping, “Can you please focus on flying?”

“I am!” Ace protested. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Vittorio’s already having a hard time,” Haddie said. “So keep the plane steady unless you want projectile vomit all over your ‘baby’.”

Élodie visibly cringed. “Eugh, please, no puking.”

“Speak for yourself, I love puke,” Sable said. Somehow, her nail polish bottle and drying nails were still completely unscathed.

Élodie stared at her. “Remind me why we brought you along again?”

Sable responded with a sickly sweet smile. “Because I’m not going to get spooked by lawn furniture and run away screaming like a little bitch.”

“I told you, the canopy curtain looked like the Nurse from where I was standing!” Ace protested.

“Yeah, it probably did,” Haddie hurried to defuse. “And I sensed some weird energies in the area. I most likely would have been startled too.”

“Exactly!” Ace said.

Élodie looked at Haddie with a raised eyebrow, but Haddie just shrugged. She really didn’t want to hear more of Ace’s excuses about the sun in his eyes, or how he was just running away to get help, or “Felix’s girlfriend told me the manor is haunted, so of course the Nurse could appear at the garden party!” when the reality was most likely a few too many German beers.

“Maybe it did look like the Nurse,” Sable conceded, then grinned wickedly and added, “if you’re a little bitch.”

Ace let go of the flight controls to turn and point at Sable, eyes narrowing as he snapped, “Okay, listen here you fucking brat—”

“Fly the goddamn plane!” Haddie, Élodie and Zarina yelled almost in unison.

In the end, they made it to Malta relatively unscathed. Haddie successfully marked all their destinations on her map of the island, Élodie secured all their bags, Sable finished painting her nails, Zarina radioed the airport and got them permission to land, Ace got them back onto solid ground with most of the plane’s rusty landing gear still intact, and Vittorio only puked once into his bag.

The others were grumbling about the rough flight and even rougher landing as they exited the plane, but Haddie was smiling as she felt the familiar adrenaline rush of an unsolved mystery. Now, they only had to figure out if the rumors of shadowy figures lurking in the woods were an urban legend that got out of hand, or something more sinister like a paranormal occurrence or the Black Vale trying to regroup after the Entity’s defeat.

She’d never tell the Imperiatti, but she actually hoped it was one of the latter. Returning to normal life after years in the Entity’s clutches hadn’t gone well for her—and based on the ragtag group of fellow survivors who had eagerly volunteered their help for the trip, she wasn’t the only one still craving the thrill of danger.

A new adventure was just what they needed.

[jaqiqi-blog]

Day 60: Zarina Kassir

Zarina is neat for her perks mainly lol

I don't see many Zarinas and her story is ok so the rating for this is mainly perk-wise which, I do like her perks. Well, two of them. I like for the people to goof around and just be a general goober when healing people. Let them heal me first and ftp, 99 someone then ftp, ftp someone downed immediately after they get downed, it has a lot of funny potential.

Red herring is the other one I like purely for my blast mine build. It just gets killers to actually go to my gens. Sometimes I get a lil extra bold if it's the last one and 99 it, red herring and wait nearby to charge in and finish it while they're stunned.

Of the record is boring, but funny sometimes if a killer is trying to tunnel you out for some reason.

Overall, funny bad perks, 8/10

[thepinksteve]

Leon S. Kennedy Head Canons

THIS IS NOT FOR LEON FROM RE 2 ORIGINAL AND REMAKE. THIS IS FOR THE DBD VERSION OF DBD ! IF IT WAS FOR THE GAMES , IT WOULD BE VERY DIFFERENT

Entering the realm -- When Leon entered the realm , he was just happy he wasn't in Raccoon City anymore , only to meet a new enemy , Nemesis. His jaw was completely dropped when he first met the monster. Jill just hit his arm in a joking way as they watched Chris getting morried. Leon took off his badge for a week and stopped talking to Jill , Chris , and Claire for a month.

Leon also lost his shit when he met Wesker , then watching Chris get morried again. Leon proceeded to chuck his badge at Wesker , flip off Jill , and blow up on Rebecca.

“ He yelled at me.. Why ? I don't even know , something about knowing Wesker and it's my fault he's here. I don't know. Also, that was literally the first time we talked , ever. ” - Rebecca Chambers , 1 - 3 , 15 : 28 / 3 : 28 . Recorded by Zarina Kassir

Leon was forced by the Entity to do trials with the others , but only because he was so freaked out by them , it caused emotions and the Entity wanted that. She also didn't allow Leon to see Ada for a month , just to make sure he really missed her so that when she finally did show her. He would be extremely happy.

When he saw Birkin , he almost gave up. Him and Claire both gave up for a bit. Claire deciding to play along with the Entity's game after a week. Leon , took a month.

Relationships -- Leon tries his best not to romantically involved with anyone , including Ada. He tries to not see her as much as the Entity wants , she wants the emotions from the two , but to make sure she couldn't feed off of them. He avoids her at all costs.

Leon made a bunch of friends , only because he was from a famous video game franchise. The only ones who are his friends that don't know him from Resident Evil are David Tapp and Bill OverBeck. They are one , from different universes and two , they are sweet lil old men.

The other old men of the fog , don't care for the rookie. Such as Ace Visconti. Ace cares for no one expect MONEY !

Nemesis and Wesker -- The moment he saw Nemesis , was the moment he knew he was absolutely fucked. After he had calmed down from Nemesis , he met Wesker. They sat down and chatted , Wesker said something and Leon now refuses to go into trails with Wesker.

After Sable joined the realm , she was able to translate the beast , she asked Leon to sit down with Nemesis. The stars obsessed monster said something. Leon refuses to state what he said. He also refuses to go into trials with Nemesis.

Feng Min -- Leon was unlucky enough to meet Feng in his first official trial to the Entity's sick game. Leon is the only person who was allowed to stop having trials with Feng because of the traumatic event she caused him. Leon went into a panic attack for three hours , probably more if the Entity didn't take him out of the trail.

Feng Min started with saying how she was a huge fan and such , she then pulled out a fan fiction she made. He didn't get past the title. It was named “ Leon has a unexpected night with Mr X. ” Leon balled up and started crying and shaking.

Feng Min , after three months. Was finally allowed to be in trials with Leon again. She immediately got banned again after she showed him another fan fiction. He was able to get past the title this time , being told that it had nothing to do with him. It did , and Birkin.

Leon knows what the fans make about him -- The Entity shows Leon what fans of him say , make , and do with his character. She likes the reaction she gets out of him.

Continue the blood line -- Leon has refused trials with Chris but refused by the Entity , her already granting no trials with Feng Min. Although , the Entity did allow less trials.

Whenever Leon does get a trial with Chris , he gets told. “ Continue the blood line Kennedy. ” Leon doesn't understand what it means , and it scares him.

[zorkaya-moved]

"Oh, hello Lady Zarina. Did you need the Data Bank for something? I just about finished with updating it. Admittedly, I didn't need to look too far, my dreams continue to speak to me." If she were to look at his screen, she would find that the update in question involved someone named Black Swan.

@etherealguard

She did need the Data Bank to update it based on her work with the IPC before joining the Astral Express. After discussing it with Himeko, she decide that she needs to spend her time updating certain planets' information to ensure correct representation. There have been secrets hiding beneath the corporation's eye, but the higher ups won't bother themselves to know those details but Nameless would care. The culture, the connection, the community, the experience. It's all far more essential as it's something to connect people, create bonds that will someday ensure the beauty of the galaxy to bloom once more. Across the branches of Imaginary Tree, all of them must unite against the destruction of the universe.

However, when Zarina walks in, she doesn't expect to ee Dan Heng there. According to her calculations, he was supposed to be out with the Trailablazer and March, but it seems like it was incorrect. Usually, it wouldn't matter but when the woman approaches the Vidyadhara's seat, her eyes catch on the familiar name. A name of a Memokeeper known to her personally. A mirror reflection when it comes to her facial structure and her body, she's been quite surprised to see her the first time when memories were exchanged for knowledge. Eyebrows furrow ever so lightly in confusion but also in concern over the words spoken: my dreams continue to speak to me. Memokeepers and their ability for mental control or weaving.

Sokolova brushes the locks of silver hair off her cheek before starting.

"Why do you have that woman's name in your files, Dan Heng? That's a codename of a Memokeeper," she inquires, already stating that she's aware of someone under that name. Black Swan. Of course, it would be her who would be interested in the Nameless' history and their memories. Warm memories, she once said. Warm memories. "And memories speaking to you... Were you visited by the Garden of Recollection?" Now that wouldn't be an issue since they were recorders and keepers of memories, thy weren't malicious. However, it'd be better to know if they did rather than not. As much as Black Swan was a collector, her ability to manipulate memories and dreams is something not to trifle with. "Garden is not inherently malicious, but... Was Black Swan the one who appeared in your dreams?"

[ofescapisms]

💭 knightley / morgan

“Even though I have no right to approve or disapprove, I just want the record to show how happy I am that Zarina has you. I have known my fair share of heartbreak, and I’m just relieved that I think she will get more happiness than pain in her time with you, however long this town lets that be.”

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE SOCIALITE get what she deserves?” She is NEUTRAL & CLOSED to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;  

name → rosaline davis pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1958 - september 1959 face claim → grace van-patten blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → wife of fionn macmillan, mother of ernest macmillan, aunt of tracey davis

— she is best described as ;

Lip GLOSS, GLASSIER than a FROZEN LAKE, she is the kind of woman you think you already know. ETHEREAL and wondrous to behold, she’s a MEAN girl with no SUBSTANCE, an OIL PAINTING with no DEPTH. But she has an inner FIRE that BURNS in a BLAZE. She is FEISTY & HEADSTRONG, though it has long been CONCEALED behind a BEAUTIFUL MASK, she has long learned how to PAINT on with expertise. She is BEAUTY, she is GRACE. She is a woman afraid of her own RAGE.

— her story starts with ;

tw: abuse

Concealment has long been the motto of the Davis family, possibly because they've been trying to stop their dirty laundry getting aired for generations. Blue-blooded as far back as history books have recorded. Nevertheless their long and traceable bloodline has made them an important family in wizarding high society. Rosaline has never felt the need to live up to expectations set by her family, and has tried to live her life according to her own set of rules, despite the headache it has often caused her parents. To Rosaline, CORDELIA DAVIS [sibling] and AJAX DAVIS [sibling] are the ones to continue the family line and take control of her estate and their family business. The Davis family owned the exclusive Moribund’s in Knockturn Alley, opened up by her grandparents after they moved from Kerry. Moribund’s had a very long waiting list and a very specific door policy. Learning about the right way to set a table, the correct silver to use and the right people to have on a guestlist have always been very boring subjects to Rosaline. She loved art and she longed to take her place in the world of artists beloved by the wizarding world. 

In her home she would take in the beautiful oil portraits that moved and spoke to her, asking them questions about their lives long before they were trapped in time. The process interested her the most, and alone in the conservatory after lessons had concluded on a warm afternoon, she would paint the landscape, pots of flowers or her brother and sister sitting out on the lawn. Being from a high born wizarding family, her parents often tried to wrangle her passion, attempting to steer her towards a career in the ministry. No matter how many arguments it took, Rosaline knew she wouldn’t budge and the sooner her parents understood the better. After Hogwarts she would visit Venice and Paris, seeing the art of the world and painting her beloved Ireland, where she one day longed to return. Sorted into Slytherin house she allowed herself to be collected by NARCISSA BLACK [close friend] and endured the whispering and the girlish backstabbing that occurred between her and the rest of their ‘friends’, ELEANOR YAXLEY [close friend], ZARINA ZABINI [close friend], VALERIA BULSTRODE [close friend] and KLAUDIE BURKE [best friend]. 

Often, the people she associated with felt like colleagues rather than people she genuinely enjoyed spending time with, the only person who really understood that about her was Klaudie. Popularity did suit her, however and with her nose often removed from the drama she established herself as a cool witch, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by the popular boys in Slytherin. RABASTAN LESTRANGE [former partner] was her first boyfriend. She was attracted to him because he was dangerous and someone she thought her parents wouldn’t like, but then they heard his last name and liked him a little too much, so she had to show him the door. Little did she know what was coming. The fall of the Davis family could be likened to dominos, one falling after the other with no way to stop it. Cordelia had always been dependable, the good girl who did what mummy and daddy had said, until she quit the family to become a healer. To most the profession was respectable, but to her mother and father it was sheer scandal. Her father then took that as the moment to take his leave by running off with the head waitress at Moribund’s. 

She was pretty, single and twenty-five. Rosaline had never been fond of her parents, mostly due to their controlling nature, but she’d never considered either of them to be bad people until her father showed his cards. Her mother was heartbroken, but not by her father’s betrayal. Marriage was a strong symbol of status in the wizarding world. No one separated and even the worst of couples stayed together for the show of it all. For a long time she lied about where he was, but rumours began to circle and eventually a tell-all in RITA SKEETER’s [adversary] Scandal Sheets exposed the family. Where her brother had often been the person of reason in many of these cases, his brain had now been turned to mush by a girl he was seeing. A half-blood, much to her mother’s disgust. Her once headstrong brother reduced to being a puppet on a set of strings, consumed with puppy love and not caring who asked any questions. With numbers at Moribund’s declining Rosaline made a choice. If her name meant nothing and people weren’t paying membership, the chances of her making it in the art world were very slim. 

Putting her plans on hold Rosaline transformed herself into a socialite, attending all the biggest parties in the city and cashing in on those important connections she’d made at school. Suddenly Narcissa saw her as a rival and she was on the radar of girls like GENEVIEVE AVERY [acquaintance] and ANDRESSA PARKINSON [acquaintance]. This was all quite meaningless to her, but she preferred people to write about anything other than her family troubles. The Minister’s son HARRISON BAGNOLD [partner] taking an interest in her, certainly did that. A renown philanderer, Rosaline rolled her eyes when he asked her on a date but her mother had insisted she accept him. They were a beautiful couple and Harrison showed her off like the most rare jewel in his collection. He was proud to be with her, as she should be, but Rosaline could tell he loved the idea of her more than he loved who she was. At times Rosaline had tried to add depth to their relationship, but Harrison didn’t like her voice when it was raised or eyes when they showed anything but love. In the end she found her life was easier if she simply stopped trying to be herself around him. 

After the Summer Soltice Ball everything was different. Her evening was normal until, MARLENE MCKINNON [adversary] crucioed her. When she woke up in hospital Harrison seemed different. He was staying back longer at work and secretive about his activities. Trying to occupy her mind and distract her from her lonliness, over New Year she visited Dublin with her siblings away from prying eyes. That was were they met. Their gaze locked over the roses once. Then again in The Changeling pub were he bought her a pint and dedicated a song to her. At a party on New Year’s Eve, she wore a white dress she’d painted like a canvas and FIONN MACMILLAN [potential love interest] told her she looked like art. He dared her to kiss him under the fireworks and afterwards they parted ways into the night without her knowing his name. Back in London in her lonliness she’s considered the moment, craving the attention to distract her from the drama of her troublesome brother, socially shun sister, runaway father and secretive boyfriend. At times, alone and holding her champagne, sometimes she finds her eyes wandering, hoping to catch a familiar face in the crowd.

— she is a LEVEL 6 WITCH & readied for war ;

[callofthxvoid]

✥ - zarina and xander

new romantics by taylor swift

'cause baby, I could build a castle / out of all the bricks they threw at me / and every day is like a battle / but every night with us is like a dream / baby, we're the new romantics / come on, come along with me / heartbreak is the national anthem / we sing it proudly

dreams and disasters by owl city

follow the light through the dreams and disasters / follow the light to the edge and the after / we won't turn around / we will not slow down / follow the light through the dreams and disasters

dark blue by jack's mannequin

dark blue, dark blue / have you ever been alone in a crowded room? / well, I'm here with you / I said the world could be burning 'till there's nothing but dark blue / just dark blue

[dweetwise]

[Ace X Zarina] Bad behavior

I love them your honor. Rated Mature | 1.1k words | ao3 link

“I can’t believe you!” Zarina exclaimed. "How the hell did you think that was a good idea!?"

She stalked toward Ace while ranting, and he did an awkward half-dance, half-skip backward.

"Hey, now." Ace grinned and held his hands up. "I thought Dwight said we shouldn't put blame on a single person for—"

"We should if they fucking hide in the basement when people are dying on hook!" Zarina argued. “What's the point of even having rules if you're just going to break them every trial!?"

“Oh, you're one to talk," Ace shot back. "You really want to lecture me about rules, Ms. trespassing and illegal recordings?"

“That’s different!” Zarina argued. “It was in the real world and for a good cause!”

“Well—fuck!" 

Ace yelped as the back of his knee hit something solid, sending him flailing for balance while he tried not to fall on his ass.

Zarina's hand shot out to grab a fistful of his jacket and pull him upright. She was surprisingly strong considering her size, and at least now Ace knew she wasn't angry enough to want him to injure himself.

Ace glanced around—they'd reached the campfire and he'd tripped on his own damn overflowing hoard of items—but none of the people hanging around seemed to be paying them any mind.

To be fair, it wasn't like Zarina yelling and Ace making an ass out of himself was anything out of the ordinary.

Ace winked and gave Zarina his most charming smile. "Thanks for the save, sugar."

"Uh-huh," Zarina said, utterly unphased by his sweet-talking. "And?"

"And, as I was saying…" Ace cleared his throat to feebly try to restore some of his wounded pride. "My basement excursion was also for a good cause."

Surprisingly, Zarina crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow instead of telling him where to shove the bullshit. “Oh?” she asked. “Let’s hear it, then.”

Ace's brain frantically scrambled for anything that would make a good excuse.

“Adding a toolbox to the collection?” he suggested.

“Ace!”

“—For the starving children!” Ace added, pointing to Renato and Meg sitting nearby.

Renato looked up at them and offered a confused, “Huh?” while Meg just sighed.

“Can’t you guys take this somewhere else?” Meg asked.

“Fantastic idea!” Ace said. “I was just about to go ask Jonah—”

“You.” Zarina gripped Ace's arm firmly before he could slink away from the conversation. “With me. We’re not done yet.”

Ace wagged his eyebrows at Renato and Meg as Zarina dragged him into the woods, earning a snort from Renato and the middle finger from Meg.

"The children are surprisingly ungrateful," Ace told Zarina.

"Shut. Up," she grit out.

Ace held his tongue and tried not to smile too much.

Zarina was somehow even more attractive when she was angry, but Ace doubted she'd appreciate hearing that right now. They'd butted heads ever since meeting—and somehow even more after Zarina succumbed to his charms and they became an item—but at the end of the day, she still always curled up in his arms and kissed him goodnight, so Ace usually tried not to push his luck too much.

Sometimes he just couldn't help himself.

Once they were sufficiently far away from the campfire, Zarina released Ace and turned to face him. 

“So? Are you going to apologize?” she asked.

Ace tilted his head and blinked innocently. “For what?”

“Oh, for the love of—!”

Zarina threw her hands up and made a sound of pure frustration, before yanking Ace down into a kiss.

Ace smirked against warm lips and wrapped his arms around Zarina, caressing down her lithe back and toying with the hem of her shirt. Zarina’s response, nowhere near as gentle, was to push him against a tree and bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him feel it.

Ace groaned and wrapped his hands around her tiny waist to pull her closer. If this was supposed to be his punishment, was it really any wonder that he kept misbehaving?

Zarina released his mouth and stepped back. “On the ground,” she ordered. “Now.”

Ace scrambled to obey with such haste he probably should’ve been embarrassed. What could he say? She pushed his buttons just as much as he did hers.

Ace lied down on the filthy forest floor—he's a gentleman, after all, and it wouldn't do to get the lady dirty. 

He watched as Zarina undressed, shimmying out of her tight jeans and pulling her shirt over her head to reveal mouth-watering smooth skin. Ace’s pants were already feeling several sizes too small and he figured he might as well try to speed things along. He reached for the button of his slacks, and… 

“What do you think you're doing?” Zarina snapped.

"Uh," Ace said, his hands freezing. 

Zarina's expression was cold and unimpressed as she walked over and stared him down, completely unbothered by the fact that she was now fully nude in front of him.

“You think you deserve to come after the shit you just pulled?” Zarina demanded.

An involuntary shiver ran through Ace and his dick throbbed even harder in his pants. Damn, she was in that kind of mood, huh?

If Ace knew what was good for him, he'd probably apologize right about now.

Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows and gave her a challenging smirk. “Well, considering my noble cause to save the children—oof!”

The air left Ace's lungs as Zarina planted her foot on his chest and firmly pushed him back down on the ground.

"Rude," Ace croaked out, because the alternative was to moan and ask her to do it again.

Zarina wordlessly sank down on her knees, straddling Ace’s chest and putting her full weight on him: an equally pleasant and efficient way to get him to stay still.

He opened his mouth to make a quip but Zarina clearly anticipated it, and the only sound that escaped Ace’s throat was a breathless whine as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it.

“F-fuck,” he breathed, eyes stinging from the pleasure-pain.

“Shut up,” Zarina said, her hand twisting in his hair one more time before she let go. “Don’t you have something better to do with your mouth?”

Despite her harsh words and rough treatment, Ace could see the way her breath was coming in pants and felt the heat radiating from between her legs. It was always an ego boost to know that no matter how far he pushed, she'd always pull him right back in.

He eagerly settled his head more comfortably into the dirt, ignoring his own throbbing arousal in favor of the task at hand.

Ace licked his lips and winked, motioning for Zarina to straddle his face. “All yours, darling."

[constellaris-a]

"So, Scribe?" Zarina's smile is akin to a Cheshire Cat as she leans against the table with her arm, another waving at the boss of this place to ask for a glass of wine. "Were the songs recorded to your liking? You did tell me to approach you only a couple of days later to see if you'd like me to record several more. Or... did you already delete all of them?" It'd be a shame, though.

Zarina was such a mystery to him - a woman of undeniable intellect, but also undeniable beauty and strength. It was hard to ignore these things about her, but what had truly caught the Scribe's attention was her singing voice. He was sensitive to sound, and while normally Al - haitham made a point to avoid most music ...

The recordings of her singing were something he found more helpful than he could have anticipated.

Forest - like eyes lifted from the book in hand, setting his own half - finished glass of wine 'pon polished wooden table surface as their gazes met. He knew she was seeking something in particular, likely some form of praise if he were to guess, but all she would be met with at first was a soft hum of mild amusement.

" What if I were to tell you I had decided to keep the recordings for the time being ? " He questioned in turn, the faintest of smiles just barely tugging at the corners of his lips for all of a second before usual expression settled back into place.

" If you wished to record more , by all means , but I'll admit ... Your singing is quite fascinating . "

𝑼𝜨𝑷𝑹𝙊𝜧𝑷𝜯𝜠𝑫 // always accepting

[closedcoffins]

“Anyone who believes all water tastes the same is no acquaintance of mine.” @ Claire

Claire snorts, poorly disguising the sound with a cough---though even his attempt to cover up his amusement is on purpose. Zarina is a real dry riot, and she's right, too. If Claire hadn't met her through Luck, he'd probably have spontaneously proposed marriage or something by now, but as it stands, he's agreed not to do that with people his brothers already know.

He's only broken that rule twice in the couple months it's been in place, so he'd like to keep his track record relatively clean.

"I completely agree!" he replies, emphatically. "And I'm not even just talkin' about how tasteless you hafta be to think that, but someone who doesn't have a preference for one water over another is clearly just a guy who doesn't have their stuff together, know what I mean?"

He shakes his head, pointedly taking a sip of his own glass of water.

"It's like this; water's one 'a the things we all drink all the time, so who doesn't have a preference, you know? Even people on the down-and-out have got preferences, even if they can't always follow 'em. To me, it just shows you don't care enough about your own comfort or somethin'."

text posts. / accepting.

[askstorykids-hq]

Welcome to Addersfield, home of Illedale University. Let’s see what information we have about you for the town hall’s records, shall we?

Name: Nikova Strauss

Parent(s): Grigori Rasputin & Justice Strauss Film/Show: Anastasia / A Series of Unfortunate Events Face: Odeya Rush Age: 20 Major (if student): Botany Minor: Legal Studies Occupation: n/a

Name: Edwina Quagmire

Parent(s): Violet Baudelaire & Quigley Quagmire Film/Show: A Series of Unfortunate Events Face: Victoria Justice Age: 21 Major (if student): Cartography & Photogrammetry Occupation: Front Desk, Hotel Denouement

Name: Briar Hendricks

Parent(s): Zarina Film/Show: Tinker Bell Face: Kate Siegel Age: 23 Major (if student): Science Education Occupation: Jewelry Designer

Name: Malcolm MacKenzie

Parent(s): Douglas MacKenzie (Mor'Du) Film/Show: Brave Face: Charlie Hunnam Age: 23 Major (if student): Chemistry Minor: Combat Occupation: bouncer, The Essence

Zan, Rory, Flynn, and Destini, you have 24 hours to send in your blog URL/post in-character on your multimuse. The follow notice for a new blog will be posted as soon as possible. Thank you for your application and welcome to the group!

[zorkaya-moved]

the concept of zarina being 50k+ years in hsr is honestly hilarious to me. the garden of memories is on her ass constantly for years now to get her memories. fuli wants to record the story of the aeon of origin and zarina has memories connected to knowing elysia and being close to her. so its a record of pre-aeon of origin memories. that still cling, that still stay, that she still keeps to herself.

she just exists at that point. longs for death that elysia cannot grant her because origin does not have that authority. instead, origin's blessing also doesn't let her die or be affected by other curses because of it's life/cleansing effect. so she's just there, trying to fulfill her promise to elysia after 50k years as well. to fight until there is nothing left. and this mission, is her last one. it may take years, decades, maybe centuries, but... she sees the trailblazer and just knows. this is another hero. this is the hero that'll connect countless worlds. very similar to how black swan talks about them as well, btw, zarina speaks very similarly to black swan as an observer.

[kevinb3896]

Indian-American Artist Zarina Hashmi: A Journey through Art

Zarina Hashmi, professionally known as Zarina, was a notable Indian-American artist and printmaker based in New York City. Her artistic repertoire encompassed drawing, printmaking, and sculpture. Aligned with the minimalist movement, her work employed abstract and geometric forms to elicit a spiritual response from viewers.

Born in Aligarh, India, in 1937, Hashmi initially pursued mathematics and later worked as an educator and librarian. Her artistic journey led her to Bangkok for woodblock printing studies and Atelier 17 in Paris for intaglio printmaking under S. W. Hayter's guidance. In 1968, she returned to India and began exhibiting her art both nationally and internationally. In 1974, she relocated to Tokyo and worked with Toshi Yoshido, subsequently immigrating to the United States in 1975, where she settled in New York City.

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Some of Zarina Hashmi works include pieces characterized by simple geometric shapes that explore themes such as home, displacement, borders, and memory, often inspired by her personal experiences as a globally mobile Indian woman.

Her art has been showcased in prestigious museums worldwide, including the Museum of Modern Art in New York, the Tate Modern in London, and the Centre Pompidou in Paris. Hashmi received numerous awards during her career, including India's Padma Shri in 2006. Notably, her print "Untitled (Border, 1975)" set a record for an Indian artist, selling for $1.2 million at auction in 2017.

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Investigating Identity and Place

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"Letters from Home" is a striking collection of eight monochromatic woodblock and metalcut prints inspired by Urdu letters from her sister Rani, who remained in Pakistan after the 1947 partition of India. These prints depict Rani's family life and sentiments, revealing the human cost of the partition and the unifying power of art across time and geography.

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Zarina Hashmi was an Indian American artist who used minimalism to explore topics such as home, displacement, borders, and memory. Her art has been displayed in various museums around the world and is highly sought after by collectors. She was a significant figure in Indian and worldwide art.

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[chaosandcrimson]

"Of course, I understand the necessity of withholding the truth, especially with our positions here at Epsilon Labs," Zarina said, offering Halen a small smile. "My brain simply does not enjoy the process of lying, but that does not mean I am not able to do it when it is required of me, and sometimes even when it is not." After all, there were things that she lied about almost on a daily basis. The West family backstory that was known to the public was a fabrication, the story of how Jaiden had come to be in her custody was heavily sanitised, and everything about Jess was strictly need to know.

"I cannot imagine what it must feel like to have holes in your memory," she mused. "My brain is such an integral part of who I am as a person that I believe I would cease to function if I ever felt like it was out of my control." She took a seat at the table and looked up at him. "For the record, I do not find it easy to talk to people in general, but I do find it easier to talk to you than most. I find that I want to offer to help you in some capacity. But I am afraid that cognitive psychology and neuroscience are outside of my area of expertise." She poured them each a cup of tea. "However, leaf water is within my area of expertise. It is a chamomile and lavender blend. It's made to be soothing."

Letting out a soft sigh, Halen felt himself relax a little again. "Sometimes people get irritated when you point stuff like that out. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, you know? But I guess it's just not supposed to be commented on." He paused for a moment. "Lying isn't so black and white, I don't think. I mean, it's not like we can talk about our work here, you know?" Or maybe he was trying to make himself feel better about all the gaps in his memory. "I don't mind that you're Just Like That." He imitated the way she had said it. "Honestly, it makes talking to you a lot easier than most. I have so many holes in my brain that I don't know if I have the capacity to surmise things that aren't said directly to me."

"Oh yeah I've heard that if they kick you right - or wrong, I guess - they can crush your ribcage. Kind of like a horse, I think." Halen glanced at his watch before nodding. "Yeah, sure - I have time for some tea. Can I ask what's in it? I don't have any allergies, but I do like to know what kind of leaf water I'm drinking."