Wandering Fishie (Artlyn - Open Starter)

The fuchsia was traveling the empty streets, passing by a couple drones unnoticed. He twirls one of his maces, before smashing the other into a drone's leg. It comes apart like its made of cardboard, and the drone falls to the ground. Other turning around to attack but... Artlyn was a fuchsia. He didnt even turn around to make sure, one the drone recognized his caste, it turned around and kept going, as its partner followed with a limb.

Truth is, he was....upset. to say the least. The letter he got didnt say shit about their location but if he could just walk around, maybe, he could clean his head a little. With Soe gone just sitting around was just making him angrier by the second... he also had his double sided spear on his back, but...looking back it mightve been unnecessary. Its not like he was intending to pick a fight, but walking the empty streets with a mace on each hand made him terrifying enough probably.

Post in thought, he turns a corner, walking straight into an unsuspecting troll. Of course, he remains unfliched, itd take a lot to actually knock him down. But...now, who was this troll?

Art you want crisom delivered to you? I thought reli kinda was like a hitman. did you want to like,, negotiate with him or ..?

Hahaha, no no. You mustve misunderstood.

Im going to fucking kill him.

I will tear him to shreds, break his bones, rip out his limbs, and turn the rest of his body into a fucking puddle on the ground even his lusus cant tell apart.

Im not going to fucking talk with the scum who is torturing my wife. No monolouge. No dying words. I will reduce his legacy to a stain on the pavement and bury him under the rubble of his own base. Im not going to give him a second of mercy.

Sparon or Relian dont get to kill him.

Thats my job to do thoroughly. And I will be sure that he's properly dead.

(:::[ _ ]:::) ..well. That's good.! Mr Relian knows what he's doing. I'm sure sparon does too ! I'm sure they'll be able to get her back. (:::[ _ ]:::)

(:::[ _ ]:::) i am worried though. It seems trouble just seems to find you guys.. I'll still be here to help ? If you'd like me to? (:::[ _ ]:::)

".... fine."

"See. Im fiiine. Bad stuff happens, and things will fix themselves when those two drag that guy to my hands."

(:::[ _ ]:::) arty,, if you need someone to talk to ill be here for you, you know? I know what youre going through is terrifying but im here to help in any way i can if you want me too (:::[ _ ]:::)

"I said I am fine."

"In fact, I am so fucking fine, that Ive already contacted Relian and Sparon."

Arty, how are you feeling ? are you holding up alright ??

"..."

"Im fine."

Hey artlyn completely hypothetically, if something happened to someone you cared about, say like, soe. How far would you go to make sure she was safe? Like if she was maybe attacked or like kidnapped ?

Artlyn: However far Id need to go of course. What kind of question is that?

Artlyn: eh, well, I guess Id have some lines Id no=T cross... like, I dont think I'd hur=T an innocen=T =Third par=Ty for revenge.

Maybe you should try calling her, she usually isn't out this long right?

Artlyn: hmm. I guess you're right... I wouldnt want to come off as clingy though, but I can still call.

Artlyn: hehe, I can even use cooking dinner as an excuse. Then she will not realize that I wanted to make sure she's safe.

.......

Artlyn: thats odd, she usually picks up...

Hey Artlyn, speaking of Soe, she's usually glued to your side... Where is she?

Artlyn: heheh, she's just out, she shoul=D be back soon hopefully. It is a crime that Im not glue=D to her right now.

Hey Artlyn, What are you and Blu's favorite competitive game to play against each other with?

Artlyn: Well, there is Villains: Vile An=D Magic, its a goo=D game where you buil=D your castle an=D create small armies. The score is pretty even for the most part, though he's quite good.

Artlyn: though no one beats Arthur at troll yugioh. Someday though, we will.

Hey arty! How have you been lately? Hanging out with blu and soe ?

Artlyn: hehe yeah! Blu's really fun to play strategy games with even if I beat him.

Artlyn: ...every now and =Then a=T leas=T.

A life-ly influence(closed rp)

Ah a nice cafe, to eat and drink and spend some time away from hive and lusus.

It doubled as opportunity to find some new locations to take Soe to! If he could find a fancy place with good drinks and food, he could suprise his matespirit with amazing places. She'd even smile. Or maybe. Laugh.

Dreamily Artlyn was walking into the building, already his eyes were glazed over by the thoughts of seeing his matespirit happy, an outsider might suspect he was under the influence of a cobalt's powers, if it wasnt for the idyllic smile he had on his face. There was nothing that could make him happier than- ouch.

He ran into someone, causing them both to fall onto their butts. Well THAT was one way of snapping out of a daydream.

Artlyn: =Oh, Im s=Orry, I didnt see y=Ou there. Are y=Ou =Ok?

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The Anniversary [Closed RP]

God it feels great to finally let this day happen. Ive not messed with time like this before.

Artlyn had woken up a few hours ago by now. Made himself coffee. Set up the breakfast. Bought some gifts. And... the weight of That was hanging heavy in his pocket. Simply thinking about it had his breathing messy. So many attempts. So much time. The room upstairs was full of imperfect designs and yet he had managed to craft it.

And today, was the day.

He sat next to Soevia on the bed. She was still asleep and part of him wanted to curl up and sleep with her again. After admiring her, he placed a hand on the side of her face and gently brushed his thumb on her cheek.

Artlyn: goo=D morning sweetie~

😰 for artlyn?

Its a calm night outside the Etizik hive. Inside, there is a faint smell of spice and garlic making its way to the game room, where he is sitting with Bluber, playing a strategy game as he's narrating his own thoughts and evalutations of the matter, Bluber doing the same, having the time of their life trying to outwit eachother. But smelling the food, Artlyn says that it'll be the last turn before they take a break. Blu complains and asks for one more turn, but the smell of food helps Artlyn convince him. They could talk about it while eating afterall. They do so while following their noses, criticising eachothers playstyles in an attempt to both take pride in their own skill while helping the other play better.

It wasnt real. In the kitchen they find Soe cooking, she smiles, asking if something drew them there. They smile back, compliment her cooking as Artlyn asks if he can help in any way. He gets a kiss on his cheek as she tells him that he can stir the pasta while she and Bluber set up the table. Artlyn keeps his head slightly tilted to the side, as if raising the kiss mark in pride while stirring the pasta. Iggazi opens the fridge to get everyone something to drink, as she does so, notices the faint afterglow of green around the fresh beverage.

He turns on his bed left to right, trying to wake himself. He gives everyone a serving as Arthur goes around filling people's glasses. He sits next to Soe, across Bluber and Arthur. She asks about their game, both try to explain before recapping what theyve done in the game so far, and what great tricks eachother have pulled, wheter intentionally or due to pure luck. Iggazi, from the other side of Soe, comments that she's interested in the game, and that she'd beat them both. It gets a laugh from Soe, making Artlyn realize he is leaning towards her. The cookies would cool down after the meal anyway, and they can enjoy them as they play. Bluber lets out an exclamation of joy at the news, but gets told to make sure leave some for Artlyn. He plants a kiss on her horn for worrying, saying with cookies like hers here will be competition. They all laugh, enjoying the pasta together. As a family.

He wakes up. Opening his eyes, he faces the ceiling of his room, blinds keeping the last bright rays of the alternia sun away from his eyes. It mustve been early evening. He could wake up. He tries to calm his rapid breathing, trying to forget the nightmare, before a figure sitting on his bed talks.

Arthur: You were talking in your asleep.

Was he? Fuck. He probably was. He slowly pushes himself to a sitting position.

Artlyn: No I wasnt.

Arthur doesnt press the issue, instead holds his hand with a somber smile and pulls him to a hug.

Arthur: there. Its ok. Im here.

Artlyn: Im fine.

Arthur doesnt press the issue. And Artlyn doesnt let go of the hug.

Event: Art of Anger and Hate

Artlyn of another world sat down in a back alley. Unlike the other Artlyn, he was not crying. Staying still and trying to think things...

[AU-Artlyn is open for asks]

Artlyn Judgement meme

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A Shocking Encounter.

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Also I never got to post this I think! Here, have a patient and comforting fish and a... distressed new friend.