Normally cosplay pics would be posted on my main blog first, but my friend vantasticphotos took some really amazing shots of me at the Renaissance Faire this weekend while I was in Arainea. I’m so excited by them I wanted to share on here as a sneak peak kinda thing! :D More to come soon!
It had taken Arainea a little while after hanging up the communicator to pull herself together. When she did, however, she knew that there was no way she could simply stay still and pour over books as she normally did. Oh no. The time for that would come later. For now, Ara wanted to beat the living shit out of something, and the best option seemed to be a training dummy.
Before that call, everything had been going well. She was preparing for an ambush with Vi, Cho’gaar, and their crew, in which she felt she could benefit in more ways than one. She was training and writing, getting a chance to do things she had been unable to do in months. And by a miracle, her former captain Ezran had turned up alive, after months of being presumed dead. Her life was starting to take off again, and in a better direction than before.
Then the call came. And with it, the screams of anguish from her former lover on the other end.
She knew she should ignore it. Vyce had left her. And Reed…there was always something strange about her former boss which Ara could never quite put her finger on. It was no surprise that they had enemies, and would probably be no great loss to the world if they were to be killed. Two less criminals on Murder Row.
Ara might have known these facts in her mind, but unfortunately, her heart told her otherwise. Reed had believed in her when she had been at her lowest, and given her dream of being a pirate a jump start. Vyce had forced her to look long and hard at herself and what she truly wanted. She hadn’t liked everything she saw, and she was still angry at him for leaving, but that didn’t mean she wanted him dead. Quite the contrary.
So the one who held them captive wanted a cure for the Arcatraz corruption, eh? Ara would find that cure. She would find it, and she would free the two Sundogs, and that would be that. But in the mean time, there was a slaver ship to ambush tomorrow night, and others depending on her.
The elf girl took several swipes at the dummy, making two clear marks across the chest. A few droplets of sweat rolled down her face, but the work out continued. There was a lot of ass to be kicked in the coming weeks. Ara planned to kick it all, and still make it home with enough time to write a few stories down before bed time.
Who said you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too?
Ara’s former captain and the love of her life, Ezran, is back.
And so far he is getting along with Vi.
Do you know what this means? TWO HOT BLOND MALE PIRATES WHO SWING BOTH WAYS AND ARE IN ARA’S LINE OF VISION.
Ara is a bit excited right now. In more ways than one, ahahahaha!
Getting surprised with rp posts while cosplaying the character at the Ren Faire means I get to take IC reaction pics. chimerafood look what you’ve done!!
Good things about Ara’s Corruption Storyline Dying:
Bad things about Ara’s Corruption Storyline Dying:
She pretty much has ‘em sadly enough. Though some aren’t all that deadly.
So, Ara’s guild, Parhelion Properties, is for the time being dead. Meaning all the storyline plans I’ve had with it are dead too, or at least on a hiatus. Ara is now a part of Iron Hellbringers, a pirate group, though I am still working out the IC details behind her move. The group is not terribly active either, but if nothing else, marky-marxist and booshmasta's toons will be around occasionally to stir up some trouble with, which I am looking forward to.
Dae’s guild, Gilded Sails, has been long long dead, but as I am still leveling him, he’s staying there. I have had major writer’s block when it comes to him and still do. For the time being he is ICly on a business trip trying to stir up some crew members while Tally watches the ship.
I am struggling with some depression and IRL bullshit right now. RP is my “happy fun time” that I do to help escape from those things. Lately, between everything falling apart for Ara (for not the first time) and having such a major writer’s block on Dae, it really hasn’t been that as much for me. I had been really excited for things…now…not so much.
This is NOT an “ZOMG I AM QUITTING GAIZ!” post, I do plan to still be around. But I may be quieter, particularly on tumblr, until I get my groove back and I’m feeling into things again. Maybe I’ll be more active later today, maybe next month, we’ll see. Anyway, my OOC tumblr is snowchildhero, feel free to poke me over there. Catch ya on the flip side!
"Fuck, why can’t I find a willin’ pair of tits in this fuckin’ port?"
Dae slammed his bottle of rum down on the table with a loud thud, paying no mind to anything other than his own drunken quandary. It was well past midnight and once again here he was, pickled and alone. Well, not quite alone.
Tally stared at his captain, his uneven gaze burning like the stars he used to find their way at sea. Thrall’s tits, he’d had enough of this. His footsteps were anything but soft as he walked over to Dae and took him by the hair, pulling his head back like a deer about to be bled out.
The navigator’s mouth forced its way against Dae’s, the edges of his teeth scraping against his lips and his tongue taking in the taste of rum and stale tobacco.
He pulled back only when the painful pressure in his lungs forced him to do so. “If I was your lover, the last thing you’d be worrying about tonight is tits,” he growled.
He let go of the chunk of thick black hair he held in his hand, letting the captains head fall however it wished. Without another word he turned and strode away. He was done.
THIS MADE ME TOTALLY BLUSH WHILE IN A CROWD OF PEOPLE.
I love it!
Watch me get none whatsoever
I’m looking forward to not receiving any messages.
Guys I am on a line several miles long, reading material is very appreciated. In all seriousness, send me anything.