CosmiQueen

The final chorus was building, and Ahri sang like her life depended on it, because, in some strange, messed-up way, it kind of did. Her voice soared across the battlefield, smooth and commanding, rippling through the air like a war drum dressed in velvet. The energy in her chest burned hot, but her nerves were ice. Her gaze flicked nervously across the raid lines, watching, tracking, hoping. She watched as Team One had vanished into the darkness earlier, completely shrouded in a curtain of writhing void. For a terrifying moment, she thought they were gone for good. But then, like ghosts r

As the song progressed, Ahri couldn’t help herself. She started trying to steal the spotlight like it was her performance and the others were just backup dancers. It wasn’t entirely on purpose… but she did love the attention. Always had. The thrill of being watched, admired, adored, it was intoxicating. And yet, this was the first time she’d stood center stage without the safety of her carefully curated mask. No virtual filters. No layers of performance to hide behind. Just her voice, her nerves, and the ever-looming threat of death. It was terrifying. She kept her expression poised, lips

Ahri hadn’t performed in a hot minute, and her nerves were very loudly reminding her of that fact. Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, throat tight, palms sweaty despite the cool ocean air of Floor 29. She hated feeling like this. Unsteady. Small. This wasn’t how she did things. She was supposed to be untouchable. Bold. Confident in the way only stars could be and still get love for it. But now, standing on a makeshift stage with the sky cracked open above them and the threat of total annihilation lurking just off the coastline, she felt… human. Too human. God, get it together. She

Ahri hadn’t made a real public appearance since the start of SAO, and honestly? That was intentional. The only times she left her home were for solo practice runs, no party invites, no fans, no attention. She’d gone from dazzling diva and VTuber to digital recluse almost overnight. Shy? Maybe. Paranoid about being recognized? Definitely. Not that she didn’t miss the spotlight, but walking into a crowd as herself, without the horns, the extreme makeup, or the persona of CosmiQueen? No thank you. Still, when she got the message from Lysette about a performance being planned for the Floor 29

"Thanks Ang, preciate it." CosmiQueen grabs Vermillion Chastity Belt | Tierless Trinket | LD III

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Username: CosmiQueen Real Name: Ahrianna "Ahri" Fable Age: 21 Gender: Female Height: 5'7" Eye Color: Royal Purple Hair Color: White with Purple ends Origin Country: America Birthday: October 31st Background: Family Life and Friends Ahrianna grew up in a supportive household, though her upbringing was not without its challenges. She is the youngest of three siblings. Her parents, who are both educators, emphasized the importance of learning and creativity. Her mother is an English teacher who inspire