#theari

[samthe-onion-nigga]

Yall,

Yup, some of yall gon be mad about this.. might get some unfollows, but i do not care!

Please stop sendin me messages askin me for money! I do not care what it’s about. I don’t have money for me. I am borrowing money to pay my rent. My car been in the shop for a month now. Im a delivery driver. I can’t even make more money right now. I still had to pay the car note and insurance.

I’m not insensitive to yalls’ problems, but damn, I do not have it! And I literally don’t know yall. This is social media. I cone here to laugh n giggle n see what fun yall have gotten into, but instead its ad, post, begging post, sumn funny, urgent begging post, ad, ad, sex gif, IWAV (x28) (yall gotta chill wit that too), beggin post and another ad…

It’s hard enough scrolling and seeing the horror (yall on this site too, yall kno wtf im talkin about), but damn… i do not have no money. Don’t follow me so you can send me a message asking for money. Hope yall have a good day

[felidaefatigue]

I had the pleasure of illustrating a scene from @parttime-creative's novel with her characters Xiadia, Thearis, her dragon Bateia, and a resident lake serpent! I love painting dragons and scenery so I had a blaaast. Full image and an exclusive excerpt from the book Here!

[gal-pals-incorrect-quotes]

Thearis: Xia, you can't make everyone like you. You're not Te'ho! Xia, pouting: Not everyone likes Te'ho... Thearis: Who doesn't like Te'ho??? Xia: I mean, he- Thearis: NAMES, Xiadia! I NEED NAMES!

[gucciforasushirestaurant]

i'm writing two different Vamprie fics at the moment....and both have a jack the ripper element.....😬

i'm sorry i can't help but weave in historical things in my vampire fics (hence harry literally being an anthropology major in one of them lol) I'm sorry I'm sorry its a cures and you're getting both of them lol

[sexigoodness]

Theary Voeul

[crows-ramble]

I know im nitpick but that scene where Touyas flames go from red/orange to blue I think it would make more sense if the fire went from red-violent-blue insted of red-green-blue since it being violent it more realistic, its nothing that very easy for us humans to see when fire go from red to blue but it happen. Also even if i got my info wrong just color theary vise i think it make more sense

Refrence for the scene i mean:

[sillysausag]

So Chaos theary trailer just dropped, which is GREAT but is Sydney(a character that was said to be in the show) still gonna be in the show?? Like shes not in nor mentioned in the trailer which leads me to believe she was either scrapped or will have a minor roll.

[spacenoirdetective]

Ken Barr, cover art for "Mask Theary" by Jack Vance, 1976

[jsdgfsdf]

Game Theory: AZRAEL - Carleton LeHah is sans

Hello internet welcome to Game theory. As you can see in this image of carleton lehaha aka servant of the demon lord biis from sword of azrael 1992 heis dressed in a particular fashion. and the white hair. Almost looks like........

SANAS UNDERTALE! And you see if oyu look at the image pictured above you can also see he has a scar over his eye. Let's enhance.

But wait....are you seeing what i''m seeing...

And he and his m his main enemy is azrael (asriel) even though the two have like 0 relation in undertale iirc besides mutual connection with toriel but thats jsut a theary

A GAME THEORY

Would you make me a sandwich

[collourcrow99]

Oke normy i dont do this but i got a theary about secret live and the live siries (also whit the inthelittlewoods watcher stuf

ALSO SPOILERS FOR SECRET LIVE

Also srry for the typos i got dislexia and am sleep deprived at the same time (dont worry i wil sleep now)

So the secret chaimber has a EVO smp sign in it

And it also looks like a phase

Witch woud mean that it is a watcher

Now i think that the watchers want to make grian feel uncomfortable becous he is the only "good" watcher

I also think that it whas wierd that grians first secret task is to make poeple not leaf at his jokes

This is important becous grian is the only watcher that doesnt want to feed from poeple feeling stressed/scared (maybe the watchers are trying to force grian to hafe no other choices)

[samthe-onion-nigga]

Man, i am in a pickle!!

The past always comes back to haunt you, right?

I feel like it’s comin back and showing me all the shit I miss about myself. Like these last few years, I’ve been toning myself down and chillin. It’s gotten to the point where I look in the mirror and really don’t kno who tf I am anymore. Knowing who I USED to be, what i USED to do and USED to like that I jus dont do anymore because life..

But the past.. the past is dangerous. its been 3 days.. and the livelihood that I’ve been reminded of.. this shit aint fair!

I’m all settled down, my life has taken a turn. My present is calm, stable, monotonous. My past is dangerous, spontaneous, fun.

What’s a girl to do?

[felidaefatigue]

I had the pleasure of illustrating a scene from @parttime-creative's novel with her characters Xiadia, Thearis, her dragon Bateia, and a resident lake serpent! I love painting dragons and scenery so I had a blaaast. Close ups Here. And read an exclusive excerpt from this scene of the book under the cut!

Of Gods and Lesbians: Serpents Rest

Written by @parttime-creative

The dragon was still happily splashing about when Xiadia noticed something. The lake looked strangely familiar. The way the shore was curved. The trees looming over the dark water, the ripples traveling over the now disturbed surface. It gave her a sense of dread. A feeling of déjà vu putting her on edge.

A distant memory awoke in her mind. Once, her tribe had rested at this particular shoreline, and what happened then was still sung about at campfires. A warning for future generations not to repeat the mistakes of the past - never to stop at ‘Serpent’s Rest’.

She felt her beast awaken, filling her veins with sizzling electricity. The shackles binding her to the tree trunk dug into her wrists, as she strained against her chains. She heard the wood behind her groan, but her chains didn’t move an inch.

The human was still wringing out her clothes, reprimanding the giant lizard with a voice Xiadia would only ever use with a toddler. The two of them didn’t notice the shadow below the lake’s surface coming closer. Xiadia called out, but her voice was still hoarse from the night before. She yanked on her chains. The shadow behind them stopped and then broke through the water's surface.

Her chains dug deeper into the tree and wooden splitters chipped off its trunk the moment the serpent's giant head rose above the dragon; its iridescent scales reflecting the evening sun in all the colors of the rainbow. Water fell from its open maw and drenched the girl once again. She exchanged glances with her dragon. They looked so sure, so full of themselves.

Xiadia saw how the dragonrider reached for her spear, watched how the dragon turned her head towards the serpent and called out as she saw fire collecting in its throat. 

The lake was then engulfed in hot steam as the fire was immediately extinguished by a jet of water from the serpent's maw,  which had more pressure than any waterfall Xiadia had ever seen. The last thing Xiadia saw was how the water hit the girl, catapulting her into the lake, her gleaming armor immediately pulling her under - and then Xiadia’s beast took over.

The wood burst fully when the serpent wrapped itself around the helpless dragon's body, torturing it with jet after jet of lake water. The dragon’s wings, which had been its biggest advantage over any earthbound creature, now turned into its downfall. The serpent had wrapped itself around them, giving the dragon no chance to take flight. Instead it fought desperately for dominance. The serpent tried to pull the dragon's head below water again and again. The dragon could only try to wiggle itself free to no avail, frantically trying to stay afloat. Time and time again, it summoned its fire, but every spark died quickly, to yet another jet of water. 

Xiadia screamed. She screamed with the fury of a hunter who’s prey had just been stolen by another, and her beast screamed with her. When the tree behind her fell, her chains fell with it and Xiadia burst into a sprint. Her beast carried her across the lake. Forming steps of ice beneath her feet. On the way, her hands found the collar of the girl, pulling her above the surface. Her cold hands still wrapped tightly around the shaft of her spear, as if it was the only thing that would save her from the inevitable fate of drowning. Hot steam rose from the golden tip, evidence of the burning hot metal.  

But Xiadia did not care. 

Xiadia’s beast did not care. 

All she cared about was the dragon.

This was her hunt. 

Her prey. 

Her kill.

And she would not let some run-of-the-mill snake steal it from her.

Her beast propelled her upwards. Her hands let go of the girl, who dropped onto the serpent’s back. The moment her feet touched the slippery scales, her spear sunk deep into the serpent’s body, its blazing metal melting the wet scales in a cloud of hot steam. The monster cried out, and its head turned towards the girl, razor teeth bared. Xiadia could hear the gurgling in its throat but before another jet of water could hit the girl, she too fell onto the serpent. Her palms pressed against its wet scales and her beast roared. 

She felt her strength dwindling, as her beast sucked the life out of her hands in a sparkling display of powerful lightning. 

The serpent screeched as the electricity shot through its body. And then it moved, loosening its grip on the dragon, who managed to finally wrestle free its wings. The leathery membraned wings stretched out and splashed onto the water, keeping dragon, rider, serpent and Xiadia afloat at last. 

The girl shouted something, but Xiadia couldn’t understand it over the serpents roar as another jet of water hit her. She felt her body flying through the air, hitting the water like a marble floor. Air exploded out of her lungs and it was only due to her beast running wild, that she didn’t lose consciousness. The beast’s wrath immediately turned her pain into burning fuel, and the water catapulted her back onto the dragon. The red scales were slippery, but this time she managed to hold onto the girl’s spear, still buried deep in the serpent’s side as another jet of water hit them. 

The girl said something, her face a mixture of utter panic and determination. Xiadia bared her teeth, a low growl in her throat. The girl shrunk several inches, yet she still held eye contact, her hand outstretched. Xiadia’s beast hesitated for just a moment, enough to catch the words the human said.

“Do it like you did it last time, ramhead.”

The hate, the disgust, the loathing dripped from the girl's voice and yet her hand held out her short sword for Xiadia to take. The querisari felt her face stretch into a grin. Her beast was laughing as she took the sword. It was nothing more than a toothpick for her, and yet she could feel the heat of the golden blade. Another jet of water hit them, and Xiadia stabbed the sword into the scales just in time before being blown off.

It went in like butter.

The serpent roared.

Xiadia laughed.

Her beast growled in triumph.

And Xiadia jumped.

From scaley curve to curve, wrapped around the dragon’s neck, and finally onto its head. With every jump, jolts of electricity shot through the serpent. From the dragon's snout, Xiadia called out while her beast roared inside her veins. The dragon hissed in unison with Xiadias call and the serpent opened its maw once again. 

This time, however, it had learned its lesson. Instead of water Xiadia saw rows and rows of teeth shooting towards her. Only thanks to her beast’s reflexes she managed to evade the rows of certain death and plunge the embersteel sword into the serpent's gums. The monster screamed and Xiadia took her chance. Her beast dove into her veins and out of her fingertips. With it, came the power of a thunderstorm. A massive bolt of lightning hit the serpent's throat. Its scream was swallowed by the sizzling of burning meat, and the smell hit Xiadias nose like a brick wall. 

For several long moments the lake was painted in flashing lights of blues and violets,  a thunderstorm of colors, before her beast suddenly left her veins. 

Xiadia could feel her grip on the sword slipping, and she fell only moments before the serpent's eyes rolled back. 

Her body met the dragon’s and all she could mutter was “You’re next”, before the wave of exhaustion hit her like the serpent's water jets.

Every trace of her beast was gone, and her mortality took over once again. She didn’t even hear the serpent’s head hitting the water before the world around her went dark.

[dhwty-writes]

OC aak: mistake (if character specific, then for Thearis please)

Darling, I would love to answer that for Thearis but it has been so long since I thought about her that I cannot think of an answer. So, unfortunately, you will have to contend yourself with an answer about my current WIP.

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

Since I went with Eridis and Morys before, let's answer that for Amalinde. The tragic thing about her is that basically her worst mistake was staying alive. She completely destroyed her relationship with her mother when she was 14 and decided to flee the country and go live with her uncle, instead of condemning herself, her mother, and her little sister, as well as all the people living in her castle to die. Her mother has never forgiven her for it and Amalinde is haunted by that. Now, do I think it was the wrong choice to make? of course not, she's my protagonist, I need her to stay alive to tell the story. But there is no fixing it. As for how she moved on, she has managed to adapt to her new environment by climbing the social ladder and becoming a wizard. But in her heart, she is still yearning for home and her mother will never forgive her until she dies.

Send me some OC asks!

[gal-pals-incorrect-quotes]

Xiadia: *screams* Theras: *screams back* Te'ho: What are they doing??? Fhey, munching popcorn: Flirting.

[deermouth]

Naming in in Riddley Walker is soooo so good I love that the sort of trance priest dynastic figure is called the Ardship of Cambry which is obviously a corrupted "Archbishop of Canterbury" and ALSO comes from "hardship" due to the congenital defects considered necessary for the existence of these priests (who, in their trances are said to spout "vantsit theary" because they are descended from the "Puter Leat"), and I love Riddley's conception of the ancient name of Canterbury: "It has a zanting in it like a tall man dantsing and time back there ben foun there girt big music pipes as big as fents poals peopl said."

[444names]

female west-indian names + georgian literas + countries of the world

Afghten Afraell Africe Afrine Agerl Aiwania Alania Alanni Alfral Algal Algium Aliba Alina Alipina Altango Aluca Alviti Alyan Alyse Amaitar Amalle Amalya Amaria Ameent Amoni Ancia Andonia Anian Anjani Annaind Anyokan Ardadon Arida Arlasca Arlasia Arlaten Arqua Artind Audia Aunte Aurkeli Ausse Azakia Azeria Aziliba Azilli Azimon Babevad Baiida Baira Bands Bargius Bekadan Bekia Belah Belahri Belom Berasca Beria Berraen Berus Bevia Bhuad Bhuatei Bhungla Bollie Bosni Botho Boutius Branika Brely Brenti Brunice Budra Budrena Bulin Burine Burith Burkmen Buruni Camara Camina Camoren Cance Carell Celania Ch'ar Ch'ara Ch'aria Chaini Chalany Chana Chandia Chani Chania Channa Charee Charica Chark Chenice Chera Chrae Chria Chrin Chtemen Chteru Chʼania Clenia Clori Clovene Coate Colad Comina Cosnic Cuata Cuatu Cublia Czegab Czego D'ivea D'ivie D'ivina D'ivli Dadenes Dannait Delom Demee Dence Denell Denna Dente Domaryn Dongo Duethae Duetna Duliste Dzilie Echal Echtond Edanna Elani Elgia Elletha Elovady Emona Equay Equin Eraingo Ericann Erini Ernstra Erylan Esabwe Esina Estalu Estan Estani Etheda Ettan Euphoe Farque Fartina Fasia Femen Femic Fijania Fiopia Fivearl Frabeva Fralom Gamauda Gambos Garaq Geoni Gerzue Ghakin Golaino Greeni Greera Grenic Grentay Guadi Guate Guini Guyan Hakhana Herlis Hevala Hilao Hindue Hiopina Holia Holos Holow Hondi Hovina Hunia Hutine Inbley Inepal Iraiida Iraina Irania Iredor Irtue Isian Istrea Itanica Itina Ittalon Itynei Jamark Janaini Jeali Jenna Jenti Jodie Jorrani Jortu Jortyn Kadady Karee Karia Karken Kazill Kelna Kenetna Kenyan Keychen Khstina Kimoni Kisau Kisha Kores Kortina Kosni Kostan Kuway Kuwayl Kyndi Kynni Kyrinet Lanicta Laniya Lanna Laosnia Laudra Lemisia Leomoa Liber Libia Libyan Lierl Linds Lishara Litana Lomones Lourus Lovand Lovani Lulina Macque Maland Malay Malfri Malgia Malom Malynn Mandra Mania Mannei Marah Marali Marand Marcia Maria Marinew Marucia Mauru Minaco Minia Moccoa Moldie Monam Mor-le Morda Morea Moree Myandan Naday Namenma Negypt Nesca Nesouva Nevie Nique Nisan Nissia Nongo Norra Omaree Omoroa Oronea Paina Paind Pakisey Palan Palyn Palynds Paraell Paree Perley Pholova Pinelle Polanna Polis Polongo Por-les Poreen Pritra Qaraq Qarea Qaria Qatan Qʼargia Raellos Ratvie Rinice Ritan Roccon Romeece Romis Rooni Rosni Rossab Rucama Rugua Rusta Sabolyn Saini Saita Salizea Sands Sanna Saunda Saurgia Senet Serdan Seria Sevena Severra Shadona Shainia Shambia Shame Shana Shancia Shands Shani Shara Sharia Sharne Shary Shavia Shellia Shevesa Shevina Shile Slady Slomin Slouria Solles Sothova Soutal Southin Spalama Spapola Sragua Srazani Stand Stica Stina Sueree Suruni Swaiti Swanada Swaylan Swili Swindie Syrida Tacia Talbary Tandia Tandie Tandon Tanis Tanua Tardes Tatica Thara Theari Thelah Thilana Thille Tlebad Tleon Tobah Tobaile Tones Toria Tring Ts'ivo Tswazer Tsʼil Tudena Turia Turkira Twynd Tʼara Tʼaryn Undorra Uniyan Uzbeni Uzberra Vadann Vakira Vatium Veavo Verzue Vincie Virae Wiland Wilin Windia Wingo Witta Wityn Yannace Yokaze Zakini Zecenn Zecha Zhalie Zhambo