#@kourumi

[jackalgirl]

[ Image description: two illustrations, the top by Kourumi and the bottom by Jackalgirl.  On the top, in pencil-sketch on a green background, a young Aurelia Isadoro DeSoto y Fiori kisses her father, Max DeSoto, on the cheek.  And on the bottom, in ink-over-sketch with a light wash of sepia on a blue-gray ground, Leo Oliver, still a toddler, stands on his father Charles Rockwell’s lap to give his dad a kiss on the cheek. End ID. ]

OC Kiss Week exchange!  THANK YOU SO MUCH to the amazing @kourumi for the illustration of Aurelia and her loving father.  I had a lot of fun drawing Chairman Rockwell not looking like he just unexpectedly bit a lemon and Leo, of course, is wonderful (as well as being Aurelia’s best friend in the Worldstree)!

[jackalgirl]

Can’t stop the signal - tagging @antoncrane @the-laridian @mediocre-life-span @damejudyhench @captastra @kyber-infinitygems @thedashingcaptainweird and if I missed you, it’s because my brain is soup today: please jump on in! (But don’t feel pressured either!)

~~  WIP WHENEVER  ~~

Tagged by @captastra​! And I have stuff to show >:Dcccc

A portrait for Odie in a Pathfinder AU

A Rockwell to celebrate his birthday on the 30th because I could never forget my pet peacock!!

And a Ranni gift for the lovely @rannienjoyer​ !

Tagging @baerryjj​ @simply-jason​ @jackalgirl​ @katyahina​ and anyone who wants to participate!

[tacticalhimbo]

ms. palmer for npc game, please

panam my beloved!!! 🥺🥺🥺 gonna pull out the roster for this one since my cp2077 timeline includes a few different characters:

vincent: his relationship with panam is pretty turbulent, but it's not malicious by any means! it's just... by the time he meets her in the plot (which is early on, the aldecados are the first real lead toward the relic chip) he's still got that stubborn, corpo mindset. they argue. a lot. it flip flops on who starts it and who finishes it. but they aren't THAT different when it comes down to things, and they do realize that eventually. overall, he actually really likes panam! and he'll come around to her company (and, prior to phantom liberty, i did ship them together. that's not canon anymore but the ship exists in aus where he doesn't get involved with the nuda feds).

vera: these two, on the other hand, get along like two peas in a pod. two nomads who are struggling with fitting into the grabd scheme of things? who want to do right by their families, and are ateadfast about their core values? oh yeah. they're real good friends. vera's ultimately the one who helps panam sort things out with the rest of the aldecados, and xe joins the family through the process. historians would say they're roommates, if you catch my meaning (aka: i will eventually create a fleshed out ship for them, bc i'm a bi!panam supremacist ♡ joking, ofc... mostly)

valerie: she's only met panam a few times, mostly catching her between jobs or hanging around the area outside the afterlife trying to get an in with rogue. if they actually sat down and talked, they'd also get along very well. val would definitely fuel panam's... enthusiasm for chaos.

then there's naomi and jean-baptiste, who i don't imagine have really had the chance to cross paths with her 😔 naomi would find her endearing. jean-baptiste is fairly indifferent (not out of lack of curiosity or care; they just have a lot of shit on their plate so if panam plays cool, they'll play cool)

there's also in-development side characters, but they're pretty removed from the main plot so they either wouldn't meet panam at all, or they would have very brief/passing interactions that aren't like... noteworthy. skdjdksk

[captastra]

OMG was so surprised to get this lovely piece of my OC Aisling from the amazing @kourumi 😍🥺🥰💗 ty so so much!! I can’t stop looking at it and must share!!!

Aisling’s first official portrait surrounded by Aeonian Butterflies and Malenia’s Crest in the background representing her relationship with Malenia!

[jackalgirl]

@kourumi

how could i possibly fucking choose

[colinarcartperson]

A portrait I had the pleasure of doing for the wonderful Kourumi

[la-horrorosa]

Commission I made earlier this month for @kourumi's OC Amendrya and Abelard.

[strangefable]

hey. HEY. the outer worlds fandom. i'm just gonna leave this here:

also @kourumi especially

[jaal-ama-daravv]

A New Home - Rogue Trader

Hi friends! Here's a new Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader game for everyone this weekend!

Concept: Dargonus was lost post-game. You rebuilt your capital from the ground up on a new planet.

Rules: Must include 3 images, and the name!

Bonus: Include the Origin and backstory if applicable

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Xumarth - Capital of the von Valncius Dynasty

As Dargonus was destroyed by heretics, Lord Captain Kassard and Pasqal took the opportunity to rebuild the von Valancius capital in their image.

Consider you reading this as your invitation to join in!

otherwise, you've been summoned; @marurubb, @fuchsiareign, @captastra, @vitanithepure, @rahorarty, @systembug, @archtech-fox, @vossn, @mangakachan, @nozhknife, @slaaanesh, @unsupervised-threat, @amphyxia, @astriel, @holylustration, @wisdomisadumpstat, @rats-and-robots, @anatomical-opera, @steamedrolls01, @aylinvail, @gravelorded, @indigo-scribbles, @blue124th, @kourumi, @mayoonrices, @antelopunny, @skolas-a, @lordcaptains, @bnbc, @leadflowers, @themagnificentmags, @maggotknight, @nerendus, annnd ive run out of memory bandwidth for the day

[jackalgirl]

[ Image description: portrait of a dark-blue/almost black-skinned non-human in the style of Star Trek non-human (smallish pointed ears, three progressively smaller horns marching back from her temples into her black hair), female in appearance. The whites of her eyes are black, and the irises appear as gold rings around the black pupil. She is wearing a drape-y green top and is holding a tall, purple-and-gold teacup in her hands. End ID. ]

Many, many thanks for this totally unexpected holiday gift from the amazing @kourumi - a portrait of Unser from the “Teashop AU” for DS9 I have going on in my head. EEEEEEE, she’s wonderful, THANK YOU!!!!

[danyaselmar]

Sun and Moon - Donna and Wren 🖤

My dear @kourumi here's your gift 💕 For the bloody valentine exchange by @carlosoliveiraa It's been a pleasure to draw the wives. Your oc Wren Harris is so beautiful and I hope I did her justice 💕

The inspiration by Alfred James Dewey:

[theribbajack]

Secret Santa for @kourumi of Bloody Finger Hunter Yura in the style of his concept art, or as I, a non-Elden Ring player like to call him, Funny Hat Man. Quite possibly the most intricately detailed combination lineart and color job I’ve ever done, but I thought it turned out quite nice! Merry [late] Christmas and Happy New Year! <3

[thatboreddrake]

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all you wonderful people!

@ghost-in-the-mine @heraldofcrow @bimbomcgee @scholar-sweeting @lady-of-ariandel @miss-mania @chibelial @catcas22 @a-vexually-transmitted-disease @trans-peridot @kerbal0154 @cosmonautcinnamonwarrior @ablondewerewolf @saccharinesanguis @cyberroses @eldritchforesthorror @nathanielthetallone @baerryjj @mold-lover @lostinmyheadforever2023 @kourumi @jokepool @zeptammie @skellish @traitorous-knight @cyrilthewolf @thistoowillpasss @eldenbiscuit @chiefexecutiveofnir @maranull @yezix @caelaan75 @idkwhattoputhere26 @witch-renna @patchesenthusiast @the-sea-bunny @doingthebestitcould @gideon-half-knowing @stars2flowers @trans-gothic-rose @emburbaguette @pineapplejazz

I may not interact with all of you a ton, but you are all wonderful people and very dear to me! Once more, Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, Happy Holidays to those who don’t, and a Happy New Year to all! Wishing you all the best in the year to come!

[captastra]

📷+ 📷+ 📷 for Renee, please!

[katyspersonal]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year friends and moots!

@val-of-the-north @heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @fareehaandspaniards @jarognieva @gilveciy @bimbomcgee @swallowtail-ageha @scarycuboid @brainhyperfixed @synthwayve @catcas22 @nostressjusteyes @alma-amentet @lobolicious @kourumi @lizteaart @gamchawizzy @greenblueyulum @tangerinethecat @sweet-sirin @the-last-choir @yezix @bri-the-nautilus @autism-purgatory @the-cat-atonic @bobbyzombiegg @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme @karpachev @oddsonly

I will be brief: this year was horrendous and convinced me that as 2024th rolls in, I should make a bingo of bad things to happen in the next one. Both personal and political/world. But it is thanks to you guys that I've had at least some happiness this year! Some of you talk to me regularly and others never talked to me more than once and just interact with the posts, but I appreciate all the connections I can feel! Big or small! Not gonna lie, over this year it became harder for me to express my love or appreciation due to some trust-scattering events. But sometimes even one of you as much as liking a headcanon from me or DMing me a thing I might like would pull me from a bad mood, and I am thankful that I have you all around on this blue hellsite! Some of you supported me through a hard crisis and trust me this is a core memory now even if it was our only interaction, others trusted me with your stories and I am thankful for that trust, some scream with me about cursed memes of wretching headcanons x) Some are just nice to see on my dashboard. I am just trying to say that I feel warmth in my heart from as much as realizing that we are interacting! Having people that I could tag in a Christmas post is really important for me. And if you guys are glad to see me around too, that's just MORE reasons to think this year wasn't wasted.

I hope you all had a good Christmas (or just had a good day if you do not celebrate, I for sure know some of you don't x)). We all figured that every next year is worse than the previous one, but let's make it through 2024 together and "meet" in congratulation posts like this one again! Or not. Maybe some of you will be in another place in life completely in a year, but even then I hope it will be exactly when you want to be.

[brightaxe]

the hand that steeped it —

This is a little something I whipped up for @kourumi to take part in the BG3 Gift Exchange hosted by @zevlor and @carlosoliveiraa. How could I not jump at the opportunity to write something for a fellow Ketheric enjoyer? I hope you enjoy this. It was such a joy to write! 🖤

Even beyond the ambient burble of stewing potions, the crackling and spitting of the fires beneath a pair of fat-bellied cauldrons, and the distant – if blessedly muffled – screams that reached like desperate, outstretched arms beyond Balthazar’s laboratory, Odie heard Ketheric’s approach long before the door to her quarters opened without a knock.

His footfalls spoke to his determined stride as much as the weight of his armor. And though said determination faltered and said stride slowed as he grew nearer to her door, there was no mistaking him for any other.

What timing, she thought, thumbing at the corner of her mouth to conceal the unbidden twist of it.

Perched precariously on the edge of a well-worn stool, the alchemist did not pivot her critical eye from the simple iron scales upon her desk. She barely acknowledged him, not until the door was shut at his back, the bloodied cries of Balthazar’s experiments had been quieted, and some measure of peace had been restored to the room. Only then did she look up from the scale’s evening weight pans.

In the shifting array of blue and green light that colored prisms tossed carelessly across the room, Ketheric Thorm regarded her with the same look he used on everyone else. There was no sparkle to be found in the dark red-brown of his pupils, no light reflected in the bloodied sclera. Similarly, the arrangement of his features held no mirth, no joy, no pleasure. Even contentment seemed a fickle friend to the man, even now, even after he had begun to melt for her. 

Not that he would ever admit to such a thing, even in the privacy of her laboratory, even drenched as he was in her strange little lights.

“What might I help you with?” Odie asked of him, sliding one leg over the other into a tangle of layered skirts and worn woolen socks and a hem of old lace. She leaned on an elbow as she pitched herself nearer to her desk and the instruments that awaited her. 

Another scoop of fenugreek. 

Before he could respond, Odie dug a tiny spoon carved from bone into the jar open in front of her and asked, “Are you here for your tea?”

A miniature wave of dried up leaves tumbled down into the spoon. Once she was content with the portion, she emptied it into the bowl poised on one of her scale’s weight pans. Too much could damage one’s nerves, but just enough could soothe a cold or calm a fever or… entice, as it had for the immortal, but stony man just beyond arm’s reach.

The gossip that poured from the mouths of the Absolutists had been unkind from the beginning. They were eager to think the very worst of her, desperate to prove that she was nothing short of their imminent downfall due to both her nature and her proximity to their leader. Few thought that she might have something of value to offer them. Fewer still bothered to consider that her presence had improved things.

If you can’t beat them…

“I heard that supplies arrived this morning.”

Odie’s brows rose. She busied herself with plucking at the ends of the braid that coiled from the top of her head, down the nape of her neck and over her shoulder, before pooling on the surface of her desk. “Did they?”

Ketheric Thorm moved closer. His movements were more deliberate in her presence, slower. He reached out. He touched things. He even stopped to lift the jar of fenugreek to his nose, taking a deep breath to fill his nose with the dried leaves’ slightly floral and even more slightly sweet scent. How could she be bad for him, if she proved that he was not made from stone? Statues were not curious things.

“Were you not informed?” he asked, setting down the jar where she’d laid it moments before. His thumb brushed over the handle of the spoon that remained inside. “You should have been informed.”

Her shoulders bobbed in a shrug as the weight pans finally evened out. Out of the bowl and into a separate jar – this one already full of the various herbs and spices that had already been measured for the blend.

The rosemary had been replaced with sage out of necessity. Just as the ginger had been replaced with peppercorn and cardamom. While the tea would be unrecognizable to the palate, the warmth would be the same. The herbaceousness Ketheric enjoyed would be the same. All because the Absolutists feared what change she might enact upon their leader.

Jealousy and paranoia.

Ketheric’s approach came to an end once he reached her side. He stole her braid from her fussing hands and encouraged the heavy thing to drop down the length of her back, settling instead on what of the stool remained empty behind her. The touch he laid upon her chin was as cool with a gauntleted hand as it would have been without, but even still, she allowed herself to be moved. Warmth was not a requirement, certainly not from him.

“I wasn’t made aware of the supplies,” Odie muttered under her breath. Admitting to the slight levied against her stung somewhat, no matter how little the back-handed movements of her peers actually meant to her. “Thought it’d be weeks yet ‘til we saw another caravan.”

Ketheric’s eyes were not gentle, but they were not sharp, either. With her, he did not have to be armed. “This morning,” he said, the rich rumble of his voice trailing from his mouth down to where his fingertips brushed alongside the soft curve of her jaw. “You will have your ingredients by tonight, and if they have been pilfered or altered in any way, the guilty fool will be punished.”

She knew well enough what punishment entailed. Still, she did not speak up against such a response.

“But… yes. To answer your question.”

Odie stared up at him, unsure for a long moment of what he meant. Her lips parted as he swept his thumb across her rounded chin.

“I am here for my tea.”

And then, without another word, Ketheric curled over where she sat perched upon her stool. He tucked his broad mouth against the skin of her brow, leaving behind a kiss that was somehow both cool and lingering. Her heart’s response was an eager tumble of beats that brought a burning into her ears.

Her hand curled at his arm, keeping him close, anchoring him near rather than far. 

“Then, your tea you shall have.” Eyes fluttering shut, Odie allowed herself a hint of a smile, one he was too close to her to see. “Would you like a cup now?”

Ketheric remained tucked inside of her quarters for long enough that another spool of gossip unfurled through the castle, moving from mouth to mouth with the speed of a wildfire. But they could keep their rumors and their assumptions and their jars of dried ginger and bundles of rosemary.

The tea itself was not what kept him close.

It was the hand that steeped it.