#( . threads kalen )

[astrummorte-m]

ASK ANSWERED: AUBURNIIVENUS.

@auburniivenus asked: “ Some men haven't forgotten a little common courtesy. ” (ardyn!!)

"It's truly tragic, isn't it?" a gentle chuckle curls past upturned lips, curious in the way this conversation has turned. ( from casual conversation, from casual thoughts and beliefs of superstition about luck ─ & here he is, speaking about courtesy and rights and dreaming of a better future. perhaps, yes, he was a believer in such things, but not in the way that people assumed. & perhaps returning was a bad idea, what with BAHAMUT breathing down his damn neck. )

"Such is the way of the world, miss. People with comfort mock those without, and those without comfort envy those with." he hums absently, agreeing to his words that he knows could be more elegantly, less aggressively. "Not to say that good has good and well died, but merely that... well. Perhaps hope is in hiding."

[sweetlips-joaquin]

@secretbond

having just gotten out of his fathers office for a quick meeting with him, he was in a good mood - of course, he was almost always in a good mood, even if he wasn't, he'll at least present himself that he was in the best of moods. never letting anyone see behind the eyes how much pain he's going through. picking up the pieces of those around him during these trying times that felt like no one was able to truly catch a break from - joaquin wanted to spend some time with a good friend.

since marcus passed, it's been taking a toll on everyone close to him, so what better way that to get someone's spirt up with a new batch of baked goods, this time a lovely fresh flan he had made for his father and thankfully had some left over.

making his way to kalen with a little skip to his step, the young man came up to his door and used his foot to knock while he held the foil covered plates in hand. brown eyes on display, smile tugging on his lips as he waited, standing in a baby blue crop top, low rise levi jeans and a cute little off pink jock strap just perfectly peaking through. "oh kelen, babes - open up. this is getting heavy!"

[stellarhistoria]

LSSF INTERACTION / / gwen & kalen. / / @zodiac--muses.

"Good, I'm glad! This place is quite lovely," even after all these years, the Citadel still has sights to DIE FOR. ( and some still do ─── die just to see this place, that is. )

"Myself?" he tilts his head and adjusts his pinstripe hat slightly, offering a calm smile in retort as he responds verbally. "Oh, you know. I'm old enough to remember when this place was quite different. It's pleasant, to see it again, even if it's not truly mine."

[dreamgrlevl]

She feels better around him than he could have ever anticipated, the way her body practically pulls him in further to that sweet embrace has his mind blinded by pure bliss for a moment. His eyes closing as he takes a deep breath to steel himself as he takes the time to just enjoy the feeling. Nirvana's sweet voice drags him from his reverie, the doctor's eyes opening again to peer down at her to see some of the more alien features of her spliced DNA shining through her gaze.

"Beautiful..." He mummers, uncaring if anyone outside of this glass enclosure could hear him. Kalen moves, hips finding a steady pace as he gives her what her body needs. Fucking into her with hard thrusts that sink deeper with each push, helped by the way she wraps her legs around him to keep him close. Kalen doesn't stop her, close is exactly what he wants to be in this moment. Skin to skin with his most perfect creation as he ruts into her with a roughness that has her perfect little body bouncing against the thin mattress beneath her.

When he tells her to relax, the hybrid does so without question. Nirvana would do anything that the good doctor asked of her — regardless of whether or not she had a choice. She trusted him implicitly. Kalen had created her, so he was the only one who could possibly know what she needed. Regardless of whatever input had come from the other scientists outside her little cell, he was the one imprinted upon her very being. He was the one who knew exactly what it was she'd been made for. "Please." Her breath catches in her throat at the first feel of his thick length sliding between her flush folds, a melodic whimper vibrating from her lush lips when his meaty head demands entrance.

When his cock finally pushes past the resistance of her hymen, a desperate groan is all that can she offer. Her arms wrap around him almost instinctively, some unnamed switch flipping in her brain. Nirvana can feel every bit of him and it's just as debilitating as the fever before. "More," she begs, despite not knowing exactly what it is that she's asking for. "Want it. Want you." Her lean legs lift at his sides, wrapping around the doctor to urge him on. She hasn't even noticed the way the lights have brightened around them or the shift of her pupils to something decidedly less human.

[anistarrose]

a monster might begin to worry

As soon as Kalen reenters his penthouse apartment, he casts off his hood to uncover his face — highly priced on wanted posters, and even more punchable. His silent observer almost springs the ambush right there, but holds back the urge — he’d rather kill this bastard right the first time than have to necromance up a second opportunity, and risk detection.

“Lights!” Kalen demands, and when the room stays dark, he snaps his fingers for emphasis. “Hello?! I said lights, James!”

Behind him, the door’s three deadbolts click into place, each without a physical touch to guide them. The sound is deafening, compared to the quiet that suffocates the rest of the sixty-fifth floor — and Kalen flinches, his hand falling uselessly to the purely ornamental dagger at his waist.

“What is the meaning of —”

He stops short at sight of the belated lights. They flicker on one by one, starting at the far end of the room, but all glow blood red — a fitting color in which to bathe the bodyguards lying still on the floor, so close that Kalen could’ve tripped over them.

And above them, looming above the corpses, a nondescript figure — a mere ghost of a crimson silhouette — appears closer in each flash of the crimson light.

“I have been waiting,” the assassin rasps, with unbridled fury, “for you, Governor.”

Kalen has already turned to run, but the second he lays a hand on a deadbolt, a shock from a pre-placed spell courses through him, hurtling him backwards. It’s enough to catapult him through the spectral robe, across the whole penthouse — crashing into the grand west window, toppling onto the balcony, bathed in a shower of broken glass —

But the collision is still utterly silent, suffocated in sheer magical fury, and before Kalen can even scramble to his feet, something tightens around his chest — something that feels like it’s gripping him directly by his heart — and yanks him back through the window, back inside.

“You can’t run from me.” The lich makes a fist, twisting the red threads coiled around his fingers, and Kalen jerks to his feet like a suspended marionette. “Cowardly sack of shit.”

(keep reading on ao3!)

[troublesomemix]

updates on threads. this doesn’t happen often, but given the time that its been since i was last online i have a few that will not be continuing. if there’s any threads on the continuing section below that you do not wish to continue, please let me know via dm. otherwise i will plan on writing a reply. i will also be reposting some of my muse starter calls in a little bit that you are more than welcome to respond to and we can come up with new things. also, if i have missed a reply that i owe you, please lmk. imma go ahead and post this page and edit/update as needed~

threads i’m continuing ( where i owe you the reply )

@daddyissves

♔ sienna x kalen and xavier, avalon x alexis, gabriel x naomi, mia x brian, chloe x david, jon x courtney, brie x alastair and freya

@kiissme

♔ charlotte x faye

@edgecfeden

♔ brie x addison, lucy x ariana

@hcllriot

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@cherrysugcr

♔ galileo x whitney

@rennisaturate

♔ ryan x emica

@writermuses

♔��nicholas x alina, persephone x henri

@cursedtowns

♔ gabriel x hayden

@heartbrxakers

♔ ryan x norah

threads ive dropped

@kiissme

♔ victoria x faye

@edgecfeden

♔ mia x brie x addison

@filthysin

♔  mia x simon

@cherrysugcr

♔ aurelie x elle

@sweetsurrcnder

♔ nicholas x teighan

@orphiccherry

♔aurelie x audre

[eground01]

Красивые привычки-Красивое тело. 3 модуля - Кален (Июль 2018)

Красивые привычки-Красивое тело. 3 модуля. Июль 2018

Елена Кален

Онлайн-тренинг похудения за счет изменения мышления, без диет, запретов и изнурительных тренировок, на котором с 2015 года похудели более 100 000 женщин. В основе тренинга именно изменение психологии мышления и привычек, которые в результате приводят к снижению веса. Разработан и проводится Еленой Кален.

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[piquuse]

We few, we spelldriven few.

Of the 810 rules sanctioned by the Queen of Hearts, Deuce had honestly thought that one of them would have mentioned something about how the croquet field was only to be used for croquet games; luckily, it seemed to only apply during Unbirthday Party festivities. With the rising fuss over prepping for the school’s spelldrive season however, timeslots for private use on the school’s practice fields were filling up fast. And even though Trey had been able to snag a couple of hours for the entire dorm’s use, their booking was still about a week out; until then, individual training was encouraged until they could start ironing out their line up on the field.

With the various sets of fresh gear (extra disks, field cone markers—Kalen must have gone all out, those strap-on weights must not have been cheap), the idea of a simple small practice seemed to fly straight out the window. Gripping his broom, Deuce stares at the small treasure trove of miscellaneous spelldrive gear with mild confusion lacing his words.

          ”I thought we were just doing formation flying practice today?” Or at least, that’s what he had thought they were doing. In truth, he just remembers being shaken by the shoulders until he was dizzy when he had asked Kalen if he would help him practice as his senior. He was seeing floating Grim’s on strawberry tarts for a bit after that. “Huh, I didn’t realize how much stuff you needed for that.”

ready to become the wind, @twistedxspinachpuffs , @vorpalswxrd ?

[filthysins]

prompt via @warbraved​: bc im sad and it's nearly 8am, here, have an ask wherein babe pulls a roe and practically volts into kalen's foxhole, shivering and asking to hold hands. bc i can. guarnere may or may not appear later whomst knows

Kalen could only laugh when Babe came vaulting into his foxhole, his first reaction to drop a cheesy line and a grin at the man. “You come here often?” It was more a joke than it was a line because Heffron had certainly been finding reasons to visit the medics foxhole for a few days now. “Cold hands, huh?” He mused, knowing already what it was Babe was angling for. “Got just the remedy for that.” Kalen chuckled, taking Babe’s hands in his own and pulling them under the blanket he was huddled under. It was nothing more than an excuse for the two to hold hands and they both knew it. Kalen might have even laughed at how sweet it was if he didn’t actually find it to be an endearing quality of Babe’s. It was such a nice moment that Kalen hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge the lingering, lurking presence of one Bill Guarnere standing over his foxhole. 

[melancholaes]

( ANDY BIERSACK. THIRTY. CIS MALE. HE/HIM. ) in texas, KALEN LANDRY is known to most as FANG. they have been riding with the diablos for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. they originally from NEWTON and the TAIL GUNNER is known to be very DOUBTFUL & PASSIVE  but the other club members will tell you they are PROTECTIVE & FEARLESS. as the years go by, they’ve gained a lot of respect in the club and around town. they rarely ever drive a car but when they do IN THE END by LINKIN PARK is usually heard blasting. ( PALE SKIN COVERED IN TATTOOS, FINGERLESS BLACK GLOVES, THE HUM OF MUSIC FROM OUTSIDE A NIGHTCLUB, SMOKING IN AN ALLEY, POLICE SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE. )

trigger warnings; sexual & physical assault mentions.

his childhood was fairly normal; born to a hair dresser and an accountant, he was the first of three with his brother and sister following after him, layla and drew. their family was tight-knit, and shared a lot with each other. one of these moments being when his sister came to him in confidence, with a single phonecall, asking him to pick her up form a party where some guy hadn’t stopped despite her protests. she never told him who the guy was, and out of their whole family, kalen was the only one whom she told, but his already protective nature just grew from there.

while his sister went off to become a doctor, and moved out of state, his brother got off on an athletic scholarship which took him to UofT in Austin. his parents moved out of straton county when he was around twenty two years old, and though he keeps contact with all of them, it’s now just him. in town.

he earned the nickname fang when he was around nineteen and got his neck tattoo; batman as a vampire with bloody fangs. of course, he has a plethora of tattoos all over his body but this one sticks out for obvious reasons.

kalen has always been the cool, calm and collected type. he doesn’t have much of a temper, and never really got into many fights. motorcycles had always intrigued him, and with his blood family moving away, he thought that the diablos could become a close second, so he joined. it didn’t take him long to move up the ranks from prospect to rider, to tail gunner. he also got a job being security for deseo for a little while, which is where the trouble happened.

it was later in a shift when he stepped out of the club for a cigarette. general chatter was heard outside but about half way through the dart, he heard a female’s voice raising, followed by some hushing. rounding the corner of the building, he notice some old (clearly intoxicated) customer forcing himself on one of the girls. even if the same thing had not happened to his sister, he would have defended this girl. but all he saw was layla. he never had a temper, but his savage heart and fierce need to protect took over. his fists were bloody when he was finally yanked off the man.

a murder charge hung over his head while the man laid in a hospital bed. it was nearing a week after that night that the stranger woke up, and kalen’s potential murder charge shrunk into assault and battery. what could have been a life sentence was now seven years. 

he got out in five on good behaviour. he didn’t act out, he kept his head down while inside, and he did his duties. now, he is back to newton and the club, fresh out of prison.

despite being covered in tattoos and generally looking intimidating, the prison sentence and his over all preceding reputation, he is actually a pretty nice guy. he never wanted to spill blood, he never wanted to even fight when he didn’t need to. he sure as hell didn’t want to (nearly) kill anyone. he has a good heart and a stable head on his shoulders. he can kind of come off as otherwise because he can sometimes be a little quiet and just linger about, and the fact that he doesn’t try to correct anyone who mentions him being a bad guy or anything along those lines, because he doesn’t see the point? the people who matter (the club) know the truth about what happened, as does his family. 

[astrummorte-m]

"Yes. Mistakes aren't supposed to feel good, they're supposed to feel like you MADE the mistake." it's not a growl, but it's close to an annoyed sneer that leaves him, knowing full well what that GUILT turns a person into without someone nearby to curb that feeling of self hate, and hatred at the world they live in.

it was curious, maybe, to see someone who reflected him in such an abhorrent WAY, but at the same time, it made him aggravated. to see this person crumble where he would be able to RISE. free of shackles, of chains, of oaths and another's truth. but the anger calms, at least for now, for long enough for him to settle on his feet once more and not with hackles raised and teeth bared.

"You don't have to believe you deserve a second chance to earn one. You don't give those to yourself, others do. If another being believes you've earned a moment to believe in yourself, to come back from the person and choice you made... then you don't get to squander it. At least they're alive. Blaming yourself for what COULD HAVE BEEN, that's only going to make you damned to repeat it."

@astrummorte asked: [ kalen ] "why do you believe that you've earned death over a simple mistake?"

Raw Lines || Accepting !!

❝ You call betraying a group of good people, a wonderful woman, a "simple mistake" ?? ❞

The repeated phrase leaves a bad taste in his mouth, as if anything he did wasn't calculated & planned. The dog who followed his master's orders. Index finger taps away at the cigarette in hand, helping to make the excess ashes fall, his misdeeds haunt him every day like the shadow attached to his feet. It would have been easier if she wasn't apart of that group. If she wasn't there.

Why did she have to be there? An angel amongst demons.

❝ She- They could have died. Those people. Because of me, & that's no mere "mistake". I'm grateful for my second chance, but... I don't believe I deserve it. ❞

[stellarhistoria]

like for a lucian summer sunset ball thread! reminder, the muses attending are: luka highwind, aryin ashland, cloud strife, and kalen izunia.

[seaglassdinosaur]

Aright, so we never find out what happens with Governer Kalen! Do Taako and Merle kill him? Does he turn himself in like Sazed did? Everyone had to have found out about him, the Day of Story and Song, because of the Voidfish sending out the lives of the Birds.

I propose a TAZ Balance live show set after the finale, where THB go through the game, and find out the Big Bad is Kalen, who Taako and Merle take out, per Magnus’ pre-Wonderland request.

[mostrum]

HE'S COVERED IN DIRT, chicken feed stuck in his hair, scratches all over his arms and legs... all with his usual dopey grin plastered on his face. In his hand is the moonshard vial. It's in pristine condition.

" We've collected the vial, boss! " Kalen presents the package, chest puffed out in pride. " I sent Mr. Vanrouge back to his dorm to rest, but he was amazing! Thank you for pairing me up with him! "

Mostro Exchange : Completed !

MOSTRO EXCHANGE: COMPLETED!

Had Jade allowed a bog beast to run amok in his precious VIP room? Azul gives a sharp inhale, nose wrinkling in distaste as Kalen enters the room. The sting of having the Heartslabyul student tarnish his beloved scarlet pyroxene marbled flooring with his muck almost rivals the pain of withdrawing fifty thaumarks as a reward for his delivery. Still, Azul approaches Kalen with a (tight-lipped) smile! He is the housewarden of benevolence and the Sea Witch accepted even the grimiest of hagfish into her grotto— Naturally, he must be tolerable, should he wish to lead in her example! 

“Marvelous, Mr. Kalen! Thank you!” Bathysmal merchant approaches his workman in quick strides, if only to decrease the horrendous damage to his beloved marble flooring. A gloved hand gingerly picks the vial of moonshards from Kalen’s grasp; Azul’s grin breaks wider as he examines its authenticity. Perfect, this is just what he needed! A titter leaves the merman’s lips as pockets the vial. He would leave back to his desk, but alas! He promised adequate pay. 

“Here. In exchange for your wonderful work,” Azul offers Kalen the wad of thaumarks. His other hand comes to pat Kalen softly on the chest. “Your diligence has continuously proven to be a phenomenal gift to our community, Mostro Lounge, and to me, Mr. Kalen. Might I expect your contribution to our program again in the future?” 

He smiles up at Kalen, batting his eyelashes innocuously. A hand reaches up to pluck a stray feather from Kalen’s head, then holds it up to his companion’s vision. 

“After you tidy yourself up, of course. You shall find our communal showers further down Octavinelle’s eastern wing.” 

(And, later as Kalen leaves, Azul deducts the cost of cleaning expenses from his paycheck.) 

[inxspacetime]

kalen​:​

Kalen shook his head and pulled Drew close. “Yes. You did deserve to whine a bit. But you continued after it was healed cause you liked being taken care of.” He chuckled and booped Drew’s nose. “But no more pranks.” He said as he looked serious. “Or else we wont have sex for a month.” He smirked as he pecked Drew’s lips.

“Well, I won’t deny that last part, it’s not the sort of thing that just heals up. I still get pain there.” Drew reminded, a playful roll of his eyes following the boop to his nose. He remained quiet as Kalen gave his warning, only responding once he slightly pulled back from the kiss.

“Fine, no more pranks. I don’t think you could last that long, but I’m not looking to find out. But, speaking of sex, I think I know the perfect way to celebrate our little truce.” He teased, going in for yet another kiss to Kalen’s lips.

@aflamboyanceofgays​

[nightravenuniversity]

THE HOOTENANNY FINALE: LOCKED OUT!

With Night Raven University’s first annual Hootenanny finally winding down from one (overly) eventful evening, students and faculty alike begin to trickle out of the dining hall in the direction of their quarters. Abigail Goose has been restored to size and returned to her rightful owners, and the moon is already high in the sky by the time the party is officially concluded. Half-deflated balloons caught in trees and streamers hanging limply from the walls look sad now. Or sadder, really. You can’t help but think that the hootenanny was fun after all…

Fortunately for you, it’s not over yet! Headmage Crowley claims to have misplaced the keys to the dormitories, but he’s certain that if everyone puts their heads together, they’ll be found soon enough. Or, in this case, legs. That’s right. In the blink of an eye, the headmage drapes the dining hall in a strange magic, and in the next, you’re somewhere on campus, tied to a partner by one of your legs. Should one of the pairs attempt to untie themselves, they’ll soon find out that the rope is infused with complex magic and unable to be untied! They’re left with only one choice but to comply with the headmage’s game. The sooner you can find the key the sooner you can escape this nightmarish ending!

THE GAME.

Everyone has been paired up with another random student from a different dorm. Their task is to work together (as best as they can, anyway) to search the area you’ve found yourself in for any sign of the dormitory key. These interactions will be written out in threads, so go wild with all the unfortunate things you and your partner might encounter while they stumble around campus in the dead of night after a party that definitely went on for too long.

For every reply, you will roll a d13. If you roll the number corresponding to your character’s dorm, you win! And the game ends. If you roll the number corresponding to your partner’s dorm, then you have to negotiate with them to let you into their dorm… or hide the key from them entirely. This is a school of villains, after all, and Headmage Crowley’s attempts at bonding exercises never go as planned.

Each participant will have only three attempts to roll, and only one roll is to be made per reply (so no rolling all at once!). Anyone who doesn’t manage to find their key has to sleep outside!

Tag your threads with #the finale: locked out & #nru_backthatbashup

DORM LIST.

1 = Heartslabyul 2 = Savanaclaw 3 = Octavinelle 4 = Scarabia 5 = Pomefiore 6 = Ignihyde 7 = Diasomnia 8 = Ramshackle/Faculty

PAIRS.

These will be the pairs who will be threading together

Jamil & Deuce

Rove & Rook

Jinx & Kalen

Azul & Ember

Yuu & Ruggie

Sebek & Sam

Vil & Ortho