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[wilsons-journey]

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Nastazya & Marcus for @brightwingedbat Blanca & Kittra for @lofilesbo & @jollycryptid Zenais and Lyda for @dotmander Agaue & Garrus for @ratasum & @wall-legion Aikarico and Zytarra for @astralarias & @the-tired-commander Pregabalin & a past love for @otvian

And some friendly kissies from my OCs for:

Pythus for @alta1r1an Hera for @commanderthalys Ahrikima for @ahrikima Gaius for @commanderhorncleaver

And some extra love for everyone reading this ♥♥♥.

[reginrokkr]

Footprints are left in their wake one by one on the blanket of snow, step by step as Dáinsleif treads the grounds of unknown lands. No sight of humankind nor of any shape or form of any civilization left behind or human activity whatsoever. Only monsters he hasn't seen before, while they are reminiscent of Abyss-affiliated fiends judging by the powers they draw and sometimes the anthropomorphic form they have. As star beasts in Teyvat, these are no laughing matter nor deserve to let one's guard down no matter how skilled one may be.

The sheer cold and snow that never seems to melt begets curiosity within the seraph's mind, ever wondering about the ecosystem of this world and if that is the reason why there is no human life here— or perhaps there may be none at all to be had if humans don't exist in this place. Dáinsleif is cognizant of the fact that inhospitable lands can be incompatible with other forms of life, too.

Not long before he decides to rest does he see from afar metallic fences and machinery that he opts for walking some more and have a look, albeit never intruding into territory he doesn't know. Whoever or whatever created this, he cannot be sure whether they will act kindly within his presence. Where creations lay so must loom nearby their creators and ere long does Dáinsleif find out that said creators are humans. Good, so long as mankind exists in this star, so his possibilities to learn about this vast universe will increase.

Rubescent lips part to heave a content sigh for such pleasant discovery and so Dáinsleif turns on his heels to leave. His aching muscles beg for rest, so does his mind after an undetermined amount of time walking and seeing little more than a vast albor ocean of snow. Somewhere discreet where he cannot be found yet not too far from the settlement is the chosen location to rest until a fox's cry causes his guard to be up once more, trained eyes in search of any presence that must've caused the tundra animal to be in distress.

Against his aching muscle's will, he rouses on his feet and searches for any living being activity within his vicinities. The source of the cry is found with immediacy as soon as a man's figure —judging by his muscular-looking back and broad shoulders— crouching catches his attention. With one hand he holds the poor fox in place while it struggles to thrash about in order to break free from his grasp and with the other snow is grabbed and brought to his lips. Despite the oddity of eating or drinking snow, stellar pupils take notice of a patch of blood making itself evident through the fabric of his top-wear on his arm.

❝You are hurt.❞ Only after these words abandon his lips does the seraph berate himself mentally at the prospect that the man may not understand the language. Even so, his voice stands low and gentle, tone does wonders to communicate feelings when language cannot establish a bridge of understanding. Dáinsleif ignores if what little fauna that lives in these snowy plains may be drawn to blood and thus put the man in danger, or if his life is endangered depending on the amount of blood that was spilled. His index finger points towards his own arm, pointing to the location of the other's injury to make himself clearer through signals. ❝Blood loss is detrimental in a place like this and I happen to have some medical knowledge.❞ One step brings him closer to the man, slow and measured to not generate hostility. His hand stretches towards him, an invitation. ❝Do you need help?❞

@longzhua ✦

[jils-things]

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[lazysunjade]

P I N T E R E S T |

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[svftlove]

"what's wrong with you? he's just a friend. and even if he wasn't, you can't just come over in the middle of the night and do as you please." / @dysnomiias ♥

[familiaanteomnia]

@askrosemarymckneal Lucifer was thoroughly enjoying himself; having fun in how Lux’s atmosphere was for the evening. So he found himself noticing somebody- who seemed not entirely into the evenings debauchery. Gracefully settling beside them after offering space for them to reject his company. “What’s got you looking so serious?”

[threshasketch]

I'm Alive! 👋

I'm still dusting off the cobwebs on my art accounts after a few years of burying myself in online work to build up my indie author job. My most recent comments/donations on Ko-Fi from 3-4 years ago made me feel all warm and fuzzy. People were super kind and had no idea just HOW bad things were for me in 2020. If you were one of them, thank you so much! 🥹

A-hem, okay, on to all of the crazy links. I revamped my Ko-Fi, Patreon and Instagram (I finally got the login back again!), and I made a shiny new Threads account if anybody wants to follow me over there. Oh, and I have a YouTube channel, although it has no videos yet! I plan to stick speedpaints on there, so if watching those sounds fun, follow it and you'll get notified as soon as I upload. ♥

It feels SO GOOD to get back to making art on a more regular basis. I'm so, so happy that Tumblr still has folks active on it, because it's basically my fandom home online. 🥰

[daydreamingtetch]

"God forbid you listen to your own music without headphones while you work. Lest you incur the wrath of roommates who yell at you "Jervis, this is the ninth time you've had fairytale on repeat." "

"So what?! MAYBE I'LL LISTEN TO IT A TENTH TIME OUT OF SPITE." he raised his voice that fell to a sudden silence before he simply said with a slight smile "What a nice afternoon."

[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."

[heartfe1t]

@famefckr | based on number 1

    ❝    what's going on?    ❞    logan would usually mind his own business when it comes to her life now, he's back with his high school sweetheart and frankly, he's been happy, happier than he thought he could be after a divorce. but this time, he really can't mind his own business. not when it's been a few years and she's using his credit card without warning.   ❝    it has to be something because i feel fairly sure it's not an excuse to see me.   ❞    the english accent coming out stronger in his rush to get here late at night.

[gamblersbar]

          He's hummed a tune for a good while now, a favorite of his from before all this. Before the hotel. Before the casino. Before death.. "Ain't no sunshine.." A faint, yet warm voice fills the lobby, as the bartender thinks he's all alone. ".. when she's gone." It's usually rather boring at this hour, no customers.. and definitely not any new faces checking in. It never bothered him too much, since there's always glasses that needed to be cleaned and polished. "And she's always gone too long... Anytime she goes away.." Mm, but it really was.. a lonely feeling.

[exmcrtis]

location: coin laundry

status: open!

"shit!" it came out louder than she expected, the bell above the door chiming at the same moment she dropped a pile of clothes on the floor. copeland was clumsy on a good day, but this was something entirely different. she'd probably taken on too much at once, but that was just part of who she was. "i'll be right out!" she called to the person who had just come in, abandoning that pile of clothes in favor of assisting the customer. it had needed to be washed anyway.

"hi!" copeland chirped, her tone overly-friendly to put on the usual front. "how can i help you?"

[ccaptain]

Noting that the abandoned amusement park and generally the deserted planet is H:SR Kaeya's personal ( and temporary ) all-in-one purposes hideout.

Inside the park, a small hut that seemed to have been an habitable space has been seized by him in case of heavy rain- he has brought in a coffee and pop-corn machine, a rice cooker and some pots and pans, along with a small four-ways stove. There's a small stack of instant noodles and rice to be cooked in the cupboards, as Kaeya only brings fresh food to cook when he has to stay a while, and the only bed present in the building has been decorated with his brand of nest-bed, with a couple more soft blankets thrown atop of it. There's a few books scattered across the pillow-circle that he has been reading, too. A projector of red and blue galaxies has been carried inside and is on the nightstand next to the bed, ready to be activated at all times.

On the table there's a couple of notebooks thickened with observations he made and intel he got from which sources to keep score of where he is with his progresses, a couple of planet maps with heavy scribbling across the edges, and photos that he took and printed. There's scattered origamis around the maps and papers filled with his elegant writing, a pair of his thermal gloves if he ever needs to change them.

In the small, pristine bathroom, there's a couple of products for extremely soft and silky hair and funny shaped soaps that have been consumed to the bone. And a plant named Margaret on the small fogged window looking outside.

Kaeya would rather avoid staying cooped inside, and he very much prefers staying in his light blue, giant teacup to watch the stars as he falls asleep. However, in case of heavy rain, he doesn't have much of a choice.

[hiisheart]

( so i've been thinking about this for a bit now but i'm just gonna throw it out into the ether in the hopes that some folks may be interested: would anyone find it cool if maybe i made like a discord server or smth?? i'd hope to keep it active tho so given the time of year and how its kinda right after the holidays and everything it may not be a good time for folks?? but idk throwing the idea out there anyways in case it sounds cool!! )

[respondedinkind]

|| Hello lovelies! ♥

As you might have noticed, I am slow at the moment; I am taking a bit of a writing break, and it honestly is doing very well for my mental health. I have been doing things I haven't done in a long while (mainly playing video games and I even started to draw again!) - the constant guilt about 'needing to reply fast' so as to not let you all down and perhaps 'lose you' along the way as a writing partner kept me on a schedule of sorts where other hobbies didn't get to take a lot of space at all.

Not to mention the whole mindset of 'ohmygod if I don't reply fast, everyone will leave and I will be forgotten and no one enjoys writing with me' - I still have that and I still feel guilty, but I am sort-of pushing myself to not let my brain do that. It's honestly so nice to do something else over the day and not worry about the whole 'oh gosh I have to write at least 3 or 4 replies today on blog 1, and then fill the queue on blog 2 with like 5-6 replies---'. I mean, I still worry about that lol, but I am kind-of 'forcing' myself to not let it take over.

So, that's why I am slow, and I hope you'll understand - I promise I *will* write, I love Khan (and Stephen too) and I am very much having a LOT of muse for them. I just realized that my whole day consisted of 'writing' whenever I had time and little else. I need to change that. Which means I'm going to be slow and 'allow' myself to do other things I am in the mood in (e.g. doing art!) and come back when I am wanting to write rather than 'needing' to.

---That being said, I *will* reply to some things quicker than to others. Some threads just really cause my muse to spark and explode, and to those I will get to much faster. I am sorry but it is what it is - and no, it's nothing personal 'against you' or whatever, but rather what I feel joy for at the moment. I have a bunch of threads on here where I know I will reply quick to. ♥

Again, I hope you'll understand.

And now, with this novel coming to an end (lol, finally, sorry for this massive post!) I'll send you all A LOT OF VIBES and GOOD THOUGHTS and hope you'll have a wonderful weekend. ♥

[familiaanteomnia]

@jacks-muses resumed from ask

Lucifer had just gotten back from an drive; party in Lux going full swing per usual and he smoothly made his way from entrance towards the bar. Noticing there was definitely an not so familiar presence on his way. By the time he reached the bar, an glass of his recent drink of choice was already set down for him. It took him an moment before registering just where the nearby presence was. "You're an bit young to be in here."