#‖ ♥︎ 》 i hope it's okay!!

[deimcs]

WYLL approves of valiant acts of defending the innocent or the defenceless, and appreciates kindness towards children. Peaceful, but decisive actions resonate with him, and those that take a genuine interest in him and the struggles he faces are also well-liked by him.

[lan-tana]

Seriously though, bless all the artists, fanartists and fanfics writers, but also all users who don't abandon fandoms that are slowly going to sleep, you are my heroes and you keep my life worth living when I'm feeling down ♥

[coolnonsenseworld]

I mentioned publishing a piece per one sold KICK Friday PDF, so here is one!

This is not available in either PDFs (nor was it a part of things posted in 2023, though I think I shared it on Lens at least). I will try to keep posting sketches that aren't part of PDFs for some time, but if you've read it or remember any private Patreon posts - if I were to pick a piece from the inside, which one would you like to see published?

Sidenote: If you want to know more about KICK Friday PDFs check out 52 weeks of KICK digital products on PayHip - the PDFs description have a full introduction to them as well as AU blurbs. I will publish them on socials in a month or so, after I am done with publishing each Calendar piece!

[schnaf]

22 days until gaon's 22nd birthday

day 22 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gaon's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[lotusarchon]

Hello, I'm not sure if you'll see this but

Today's my birthday :)!

I'm just sharing this since I've been feeling bitter lately because some of my birthday plans were being cancelled, for example I wanted to go to a fancy restaurant for dinner with my family but my dad refuse to come for some reason to that said resturant, than my birthday party was postponed till Friday >:( I had to wait to celebrate my birthday with my friends because of one of my friend's parents being busy af, but since that friend never came to my birthday parties before I'm willing to deal with it for now

I'm not sure if you'll see this, but it'll really make my day if you just wish me happy birthday :) (it's currently 2:50 while I'm writing this, I can't get any sleep 😀👍)

I FINALLY SAW THIS AFTER GETTING SERVICE WAH

Anyways, I hope I'm not too late when I say happy birthday Ax!! You're old now (affectionately)

Ah, sometimes there's always something that likes being a pain, so I understand how you're feeling. Regardless, look on the bright side of things; you get to enjoy your birthday at a later date and you can meet your friend too!! I'm sorry if I suck at being comforting, but it's understandable to be upset, especially if you really wanted something.

In the end, there's a silver lining for every stormy cloud! Don't be sad, it's your birthday! And you definitely need some sleep oh lord-

If I can, and if you'd like, I can give you something for your birthday too! It may not be the greatest but I'd still love to give you something for your birthday :) it's only fair y'know?

Never fret amigo, for I, the (not so) great Usagii, shall chase thine worries away with my super awesome mega- *gunned down*

Okay but fr jokes aside, I hope you still might've enjoyed your birthday to the fullest <3 happy birthday once again Ax, huggies for you yaaah

[sysig]

You could stay forever, if you wanted (Patreon)

[artuswestwood]

location: wine fest with: @yui-amano

Although he had been the far more carefree one in past years, Yui seemed to be the more relaxed one in recent months. Even so, Artus was still the one who was interested in going to the various events around the city. It took a bit of convincing, and a lot of promising that they could leave as soon as it became overwhelming for her. In the end, he managed to win out, escorting her to the wine fest like a seasoned pro. He'd been to many different years, and each was a little different.

"You don't need to take a collar if you don't want to. I'm sure there are more than enough elves around for the vampires to get a taste from." He felt a little responsible for her, wanting to make sure she was taken care of and that she was able to enjoy the event, even if it was only a little bit. "Some people enjoy how the bite feels."

[respondedinkind]

PSA: MAIN VERSE CHANGE

I made a decision over night and I hope people will be okay with that, BUT:

I changed my main verse on this blog from the 'Alien Verse' to the 'Mixed Alien / Star Trek Into Darkness Verse'.

ALL NEW INTERACTIONS WILL HAPPEN WITHIN THIS VERSE. Already existing interactions will remain within the Alien Verse unless we talk about it and just change it (which can easily happen in some interactions).

I just feel that my 'new version' fits much easier into Star Trek and Star Trek Into Darkness, since it includes Khan's past as a ruler and his importance within the Eugenic Wars.

READ ABOUT THE NEW VERSE HERE.

Basically: Khan is not an augmented human but rather an alien from another planet who has received some genetic engineering on earth during his childhood years to improve on his already outstanding superiority. The super soldiers from the Eugenic Wars were created out of his alien DNA mixed into human DNA, making them genetically altered, human Augments. Khan is the only 100% alien and therefore the most powerful, which made him the absolute ruler for some time. Besides those changes, the events of Star Trek / Star Trek Into Darkness are mostly canon for his new verse.

Obviously so, the original Main Verse (Alien AU) is still available and will be written as well in case people are interested.

[flordivina]

{ 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉. } 𝒻𝓉 — @carmencxgni

The most pernicious of poisons are often enveloped by immeasurable beauty; delicate crystal jars & ornamented labels; faux saccharine tastes & dulcet scents to become coveted & regarded with deep esteem— Deadly Nightshade is not different to any other when it decorates the smile that forms once candle light embraces her graceful silhouette, seamlessly blooming from the shadows as florae & foliage follows her. Empty cracks at the walls & vases for her to enjoy her theatrics, flourish in a plethora of petals.

Gladiolus; for Honor; Nasturtium blossoms, for Patriotism & Gentians for Victory. All may be graciously placed among the dark roses, like bleeding petals mixing with the darkness they belonged.

“A Rosarium is a difficult endeavor to maintain, My Dear… Roses are beautiful in bouquets, but when they had spread their roots & branches, conquered a Garden belonging to them, it’s not simply a matter of trimming them. They flourish on every Spring, soon to come~” A glimpse of delight would be present in the glowing aureate of her eyes as her figure reached a prudent distance from hint, with her hands peacefully entwined upon the bow of her dress as her visage would tilt ever-so-slightly.

“Indeed; we both treasure this Empire & want it to flourish as it had ever deserved.” Memory was an awful thing to caress at every twist & turn when it carried such weight for the Immortal, & yet she could admit some solace came from sharing the unspoken vicisitude with him. No other predecessor had been as competent as the Grand General; playing puppeteer could lack its joyful glimmer after centuries.

She cannot help neither but chuckle briefly, refraining an snort almost as her fingers would break the statuasque stance & come to conceal the more carefree gesture. Ever the Noble Lady:  “Oh, I’m glad you think so, I don’t mind to send more of them to keep your senses truly on tune & vigilant. One keeping the greatest tittle of the Nation must be aware of his surrounding at any instant after all. You shall thank me for keeping you well trained & aware~.”

Contemplative, her smile would grow a little more despite how demure it was kept. “... or would you prefer it was me who came every time instead for a practice session? I could do so too~”

[twilightichor]

✧ @apocryphis asked: the campfire crackles quietly in the desert night, the only sound permeating the immeasurable silence of the vast red sands. not even a breeze to shift the sands of the dunes, not even the crawling and creeping of scorpions or nocturnal desert foxes. draped in a wide cloak, its hood half covering his face, al-haitham gazes at the chisel mirror conjured up just above the palm of his hand; lost in the subtle reflections of the fire against the pale, green shimmer of dendro. it is a quiet night in the desert -- but al-haitham knows all too well how quickly the sands can turn in those parts. he remains alert, focused; and his free hand deftly moves to the sword next to him upon hearing the subtle sound of footsteps approaching, piercing gaze darting into the night.

only for eyes to widen in surprise as a familiar silhouette finally comes into view under the flickering light of the fire.

"dainsleif?" he calls out, incredulous. he has no seen the man since their very first adventure into the rainforest, amidst dreams and memories. truth be told, he had not expected to see him again. realising the surprise that must be painted all over his face, the scribe forces composure to return to stoic features; shoulders relaxing, but hand barely just straying away from his sword (the slightest movement in the desert might very well draw unwanted company, whether dainsleif had intended it or not - best remain careful). "fancy seeing you here." he comments, dryly, which, in al-haitham's world, equates to as much cordiality as he can muster. consider his curiosity piqued (in al-haitham's world: the highest form of compliment). "i would say it's a small world, but that would not be true in the red sands. question is, were you looking for me, or for the ancient ruins that just so happen to be another three hours away from here...?"

The harshness of the desert forgives none, just as equitable as its counterpart the rains of Fontaine that sheds its justice over everyone equally, no matter if gods or humans, poor or rich. Its golden sands a stark contrast from the emerald foliage from the rainforests and what little area had survived surrounding the remnants of the former Hydro Archon and a creature formed from the might of three goddesses for one same purpose. Its dryness and merciless fauna a reminder of bygone times when all the verdure that existed in this location turned to dust in mere nights, when the wave of the Abyss hit everything on its way at its hardest and precipitated everything to death. Even the true sovereign that once ruled these lands had to shed her rich, jade skin and coat herself with the amber dust of the sands in the name of adaptation and even less kinder and romantic yet— survival.

These days, there are two kinds of people who dare to tread the expanse of these sands: those who have been shunned from their original homes and now need to do something— anything to bury lost riches to make a living out of their price and those knowledgeable enough to be aware of what they're doing and where they're heading, even under the immensity of night's veil and obscurity, with only the frigid light of the moon above serving as a fragile guide to wander these parts.

For someone of the likes of Dáinsleif, it makes little difference if he treads perilous places under the broad daylight or the more subtle moonlight. So when he spots amidst nowhere a small bonfire in his way to the place of choice, of course it would pique his own curiosity to get closer and inspect for any signs of assistance or just come in passing and leave just as he first came. What he wouldn't imagine is that it's the descendant of the skeptic scholars, al-Háitham the one he would find here.

◜Fancy meeting you here, too.◞ There is no falsehood in his voice nor anything to denote otherwise in what he says. The man himself was a pleasant discovery in the rainforests, back when the necessity to help reached his senses in invisible pulses that those who are well-versed in the profundity of foliage's importance would feel. In his case, he cannot claim to have any deep relationship with it weren't for deep-rooted bonds with Irminsul. Dáinsleif nods his head as a salute before he joins the scribe by the bonfire, sitting down at a prudent distance from him and facing the opposite way his gaze does in order to guard any possible threats that may come their way. Albescent lashes flutter close for a fraction as he exhales a silent chuckle at the question posed to him, so like an ever curious mind like his.

◜You give me too much credit.◞ At least in this case, where his is none and far less impressive than he would expect, perhaps as a result of their co-joined feats in the land of dreams and adventure with the Aranara. Sapphire irises open thereafter, boring into the other's emerald ones. ◜Perhaps this might make your bubble burst, but the reality is that none of the options you've stated are what led me here. As a matter of fact, I was just passing by.◞ That is the truth, no more and no less than that. Sometimes there needn't be a deep reason to appear somewhere at an unexpectedly right time to meet an old soul.

But perhaps, there is something that can feed his curious soul and which he can satisfy for allowing him to stay without inviting the wrath of the sword he keeps close.

Thus he looks towards the far north from where he came from after helping out the kind of an old companion of his, back when he emerged from the vowels of Teyvat to roam these lands as the only alternative left, granted that he had no desire to linger anymore where the presence of what ruined his homeland is at its highest— a solemn look in starry gaze. ◜Have you ever heard about the tales of war in which people from two different nations united their strength to fight for a common goal, al-Háitham?◞

[viitlumi]

Starter for @mindsafe ♥ The streets of Wall Rose had settled into a quiet calm as the last of the evening light bled away. Lanterns flickered at intervals along the cobblestone paths, casting soft, wavering light that danced on the uneven stones. The bustle of the day had faded, replaced by the gentle murmur of distant voices seeping out from behind half-open tavern doors. There was a coolness to the air now, a sharpness that carried the scent of burning wood and something savory cooking far off in the distance.

Vito was strolling at a relaxed pace, his braid swaying lightly with each step. His sharp amber eyes flicked casually over the quiet streets, soaking in the details of the night. Two months on Paradis, and the place still felt like a blank page, fresh and waiting for something interesting to happen. After hours spent huddled in meetings—debating ideas, negotiating proposals —he was desiring something a bit easier. Something more profound and fun.

His feet carried him toward a tucked-away corner where a small, unassuming bar sat wedged between two larger buildings. The bright glow spilling from its windows caught his eye first, followed by the soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses that drifted into the night. The door was slightly crooked on its hinges, the sign above the entrance faded with age. Perfect.

Pushing open the door, the Northerner stepped inside, immediately greeted by the warmth that enveloped the entire room. The bar was cozy, its low ceilings and worn wooden flooring giving it a lived-in aesthetic. Candles flickered on cluttered tables, casting long shadows across the gnarled walls. It smelled of wood, liquor, and the faint sweetness of pipe smoke—a comforting blend that made it easy to forget the world outside.

A few heads turned briefly as he entered, curiosity lingering for just a moment before the patrons returned to their quiet conversations, some gazes lingered though, at first not cognizant of Vito as a Paradis confidant. The place was filled with locals, each absorbed in their own worlds—a group laughing loudly in the back, a few lone figures sipping brews at the counter, and the rest exchanging murmured conversations over half-empty glasses. No one stared for too long, though he could feel the glances—the usual quick assessment of someone who clearly wasn’t from here. He let them examine him. It didn’t bother him.

The Northerner made his way to the reception area, settling easily against the worn wood of the counter. The bartender, a grizzled man with a face like old leather, glanced at him, wiping down a glass without saying a word. Vito caught his eye and offered a slight smile—friendly, but with a hint of merriment behind it.

"Something strong," he announced, his voice dulcet, the words falling naturally as if he’d been a regular here for years. The brunette studied the language to nigh flawless detail, and there was virtually no perceptible hint of an accent resting on his tongue.

The bartender raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask any questions. He reached for a bottle on the higher shelf, its label faded and worn. He poured a generous quantity of dark liquor into a tumbler and slid it across the counter.

"You're not from around here, are you, boy?" the old man inquired with a wry smile, wiping down the faucet with a rag as he eyed the stranger. He took in the man's sharp features and the odd getup—a long, dark coat and a hood lined with white fur, probably rabbit.

"Boy … huh?" Vito chuckled, the sound light and easy, setting his hand against his cheek, warm honey hues staring towards the other man in front of him. "You’re too kind, old man." The bartender burst into a hearty laugh at the brunette’s audacious quip, the sound echoing through the room with genuine amusement.

Vito picked up the glass, turning it slowly in his hand before taking a sip. The burn hit him first, followed by a rich, smoky warmth that spread down his throat and settled in his chest. He nodded to himself, satisfied. It had been precisely what he needed.

The bar, with its dim light and low hum of conversation, was just right. No fuss, no grand display—just good drink and the quiet company of people living their lives. Vito leaned back against the counter, letting his gaze drift over the room, examining, curious, as he took another slow sip.

[crystalmarred]

— “we don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to. we can just sit here together until you feel up to anything else.” — Kainé to Emil OR brother Nier

— FROM TOUCH-STARVED PROMPTS ;; ( @diademreigned )

It had been easier with Kainé. When he'd lost his body, when it had been twisted into... this, he'd felt ugly. Hideous, monstrous in ways he couldn't quite put into words, that he knew he couldn't quite complain about. Halua had done it for years longer, had been worse, had been so unable to control herself and so lost in that body that he'd been their solution...

Then Kainé had awoken from her five year petrification and right away, she had recognized him.

"I knew you right away," she said, as if his transformation had done so little to hide who he was. Kainé understood, he knew that then, had known that all along.

"I'm okay, Kainé. Really."

Despite his face unable to express much in the way of emotions, Emil sounded as jovial as the perpetual smile on his face. He sounded chipper as ever.

"My body's different now, but it's not so bad! I can help everyone now and see your faces!" he said, a nod of his head as if to agree with himself. "I don't blame Popola or Devola for not wanting us in the village. If anything, I'm more sorry that it upset Nier so much..."

A shake of the head, as if to chase away the worry for Nier. He had Weiss, at least, so he didn't need to worry about him being lonely!

[schnaf]

26 days until gunil's 26nd birthday

day 26 aka THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER - gunil's past birthday brrrr ppoppos

[g0dteeth]

❝         esme   ,         ❞         bellamy   begins,   his   voice   laced   with   worry.         ❝            what   if   they   come   for   us   ?         ❞         they,      of   course,      being   the   volturi.      bellamy   was   constantly   plagued   with   worries   and   nightmares   about   the   kings   deciding   that   their   time   was   up.         ❝         i   don't   want   to   get   anyone   killed.         ❞    / @wastheheart ♥ for a starter from bellamy !

[svftlove-a]

surprise starter for @softdrabbles based on. ♥

"i haven't seen you all week," honeyed hues focus on the familiar blonde as she settles beside her on the couch, delicate fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. " is everything okay ? you look like crap," she points out, " i'm having a pretty shitty night myself so feel free to join me, i got wine."

[leeebo]

you know just when i think i couldn't adore you more you reblog a post with ghost AND your pic on your blog is cayde 6?? anyway hi bby i miss you :)

katie!!! i miss you and i love u !!!!!! ♥♥♥♥

ghost (and the rest of the 141) has a chokehold on me that i havent been able to shake since 2009 and i wouldn't have it any other way. dont think a day could pass where i dont think of cayde and colonel.