#((hope it's alright!))

[scion-of-kings]

*weaves tiny flowers into his crown*

There are enough golden leaves wrapped around his brow on a regular day, but the ones his older cousin braids shine all the brighter.

"I thought the crown was regal enough," he says, but his fingers are nimble on the stems he's weaving himself, all blues and whites and purples to garland Finduilas with.

[besiegedhunter]

Do you think Suzuran will appear in Siracusa storyline? Or Shamare?

I've had some thoughts about it, though not a ton. I don't think that they're- or specifically Suzuran will appear in the Signore dei Lupi storyline.

But we still don't know what Lappland is up to and they have history together, so it's possible she gets a focus in an Lappland centric event, or a comic preluding that or is referenced in the pv (animated or limited) for it.

That's likely the most logical option but it's one of the strongest plots in Siracusa outside of the two Lupos and they could choose to do an event solely on her. Although part of me feels they'd be more likely to explore her situation from her Higashi roots since they get the two birds of why she got infected but also explore the deal with her Father.

Shamare has less reason to appear but I see three routes they could take.

In the case of a Suzuran or other Rhodes Operator led Siracusan event, she could participate as an Operator with some understanding of the customs of Siracusa and potentially add to the feel of the event.

Shamare's background with the island she lived on is a reference to an island near Venice and since some cities in Arknights are a clear reference to some cities (Sette Colli - Rome) and with Venice being what it is, they may do an event there and she could be involved.

The third and the one I'm most interested in is based off the fact that Shamare tells the story of the She-Wolf in Stories from the Sky in Rewinding Breeze. So two thoughts come from this based on the same thought: the She-Wolf being relevant to an event (very possibly the Signore dei Lupi one).

Like how in Stultifera Navis Blemishine and Grani appear, despite not being involved because the Last Knight does and Blemi is one of the many characters who read the story of the Last Knight, Shamare could appear similarly to give a briefing over the She-Wolf's story. Esp as it only appeared in one Vignette.

Alternatively, if the She-Wolf is important to an event, or focusing on Siracusa's more occult side (which the Signore dei Lupi could play into) she could be involved, either to add to the atmosphere or to add context to what's going on.

That's my thoughts. Honestly the likelihood of any of these are rather slim but I do want to know more about these things and Shamare's involvement in these ways I think would be cool.

[vesperdenarius]

MEMORY. -- young DG :)

send "MEMORY" for a memory my muse has involving yours (accepting)

"Master Richard...?"

An inquiring knock meets naught but pointed silence from the other side of the door - a not wholly unexpected response, considering the time of night, and yet it is one that still manages to set Alfred with pause; the absence begetting an eerie sense of disquiet, lingering in the manor's spacious halls and seeping slowly into the confines of an old man's mind, like damp through a crack in the boards.

Perhaps he might've been content, to think the young lad asleep in his bed, safe and at peace from whatever troubles all too often ail the waking - but then, he has not seen this house through enough hardship over the years that he cannot tell the good silences from the bad. To believe that he ever worries for nothing.

He knocks once more, knuckle rapping courteous if superflously against the hardwood a second time before he enters, despite, having twice tried and twice failed to garner so much the slightest acknowledgement. Certainly enough, there is no sight of the boy within his dimly lit space, or indeed, any indication that he had been there at all, if not for the small light by his bed illuminating an outline of unmade sheets, a chill breeze sweeping aimlessly through curtains by the balcony door ajar.

He finds him outside, climbed onto the roof. Little but a huddled silouette in the dark.

Against the open sky, he seems almost impossibly small.

"Ah. There you are."

There is a slight shift in the boy's form when he speaks, a minute inclination of a movement that Alfred is just barely able to discern with squinted eyes from his place down below; whether Grayson turns to look towards him or away, he could not say, but as the hush grows longer between them, it becomes evident it is as much of a note for his presence that he will recieve - the muted reception a stark contrast to boy's normally talkative demeanour, the spirited presence he carries as Robin.

But he once took to the stage, himself. And he knows a little something about masks.

"I don't suppose I could convince you to come down? I'm not sure the hydrangeas would quite cushion a fall from this height." Single hand rested idly along the stone railing, he muses with a glance between the gardens and the tiles, an ease to his tone even as a light crease settles onto an already weary brow. Another quiet shuffle is all he gets in turn, the figure seeming to shrink somehow further in on itself, arms wrapped around his knees in a rather half-hearted attempt to brace against the cold. A gentle wind, touching his skin like a whisper.

He sighs, straightens, and reaches for that ledge.

The clumbered ascent appears to invite more of a reaction, if only one of surprise; It is by no means as graceful or effortless as he's sure others of the house might readily demonstrate, but Alfred is nothing if not a man determined - and steady on his feet - feeling his way carefully up the exterior wall through the dark until he is at last able to heft himself over the edge with a short grunt of effort, continuing upwards until he can triumphantly slot himself down at Grayson's side along the top. They meet eyes, then; Wide circles looking up at him, a fragment of that clear bright blue visible by the reflection of the moon - before they falter, again, and fall away.

"...It's alright, son." He speaks softly within a breath, lifting an arm with the thought to place an assuring hand to the lad's shoulder - only to be intercepted in feeling the little one fall unceremoniously against his open side, wordlessly nestled. With his turn to be taken aback, the older man lingers, raised arm hovering above for just a moment, before his expression softens with another slow sigh, and he wraps them into the embrace.

There's no telling how long he's been out here, or how long they'll yet be, like this. But there's no rush for the morning. They have time.

"When you're ready."

[thornwillow]

@disasterconspiracy | starter call!

Luz didn't seem to be doing well. Willow knew what it was like to be in her shoes- she was in those, once.

Along with being in those shoes once, Willow knew that drawing immediate attention to it would be bad. Be supportive, and they'll come to you. That's just what she would do.

"Hey," Willow said, sitting down beside Luz on the steps of the house. "I've been wondering... the plants here are so strange." She spun a green circle in the air, and a small flower emerged at the bottom of the steps. "They don't talk as much as the ones back home."

Wait, shouldn't talk about home. She laughed, nervous. "What's this one called?"

[multimuseforme]

✍ + Anubis Krueger from Power Rangers SPD.

| send me a ✍ + a muse to see how i would play them. |

More and more flashing lights appeared, framing the Sirian's face. These signals were messages that the Troobian Empire were attacking. Anubis allocated a Ranger to each danger zone, moving from signal to signal, as the Rangers faced little resistance in each location, however Anubis knew that the Troobian's had more than enough Krybots to overwhelm them.

This was a ploy to tire the Rangers out, but SPD could not just sit back and let things get worse. So Cruger made sure to tell every Ranger to not overuse their energy.

But Anubis still felt useless, unable to help in a meaningful way. Looking on a view screen, he focused hard on a Ranger, but specifically their morpher. Maybe...

Maybe that's how he can help.

[pinkycheese]

Pinky And Minerva Go Shopping! (Closed rp with @minkroe)

It was Thursday at Acme Labs, and Pinky was all alone! Brain had to go out to do important thingies (which he had already forgot what they were), and the telly wasn't even broadcasting reruns of Adam West's "Batman"! In his boredom, he decided to rummage through his doll-sized closet, to see if maybe he could spend the time playing dress up.

"Well let's see... uh, maybe i should get some more of those nice frilly Darbie dresses! Or those nice glittery pink tutus-"

"Gasp! Wait, that's it!"

He immediately rushed to his phone and dialed up the number of one his bestest friends, Minerva! Why didn't he think of this sooner? Brain's out so he wouldn't have to worry about having to help him (or atleast trying his best to) take over the world, anywho! And so, he sat there waiting for a response...

[abiudica]

do i know you? you look awfully familiar.

their eyes move first, followed by a subtle shift of the chin to the right, where a woman now stands.  a respectable few inches away from where they are seated. good, they aren't occupying the lonely boot of a cafe on a sunday morning to be harrassed by other people.

face a mask of impassive aloofness, they look at @vi0lnt in silence.  no accommodating smile lifts the corners of their mouth, no hint of openness in the precise line of their posture. legs crossed, elbows close to the chest. the adjudicator waits to see if she will simply leave, deterred by the cold disposition she has been greeted with, but elektra doesn't seem to be that type of person — easily dismissed, head hung in penance, not worth their precious time. her reward is an answer, although no invite to chatter by any means.

'' i highly doubt it. ''

there is something they recognize in her, nonetheless:  the familiar poise of those who are more blade than flesh and blood.  someone who doesn't quite fit neatly among the throng of every-day new york lives outside and who, just like them, is only going through the motions of imitation.

'' if you are trying to act coy, you would do well to rethink your approach. ''   arms unspool, revealing black lacquered nails.  a hand now rests on the table's surface, near an untouched cup of coffee — dark, still giving off a faint steam — and their head tilts towards the opposite seat.   '' state your purpose. or don't waste my time. ''

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

brain please wake up and draw

bonus :

[zandraart]

foxes

[otaku553]

Luffy week day 3:

Sleep/Sunflower

[msparrowscribbles]

Holy Heck that's a lot of Cuteguys!!!

I was really inspired by @hotguycomiczine and the amazing showcase of talent and creativity from everyone involved - so I wanted to try drawing a bunch of cuteguy designs (both from the comic and from other folks in the community) because there's such a variety of concepts people have for this little guy and they're all so hecking cool!!!!

If I had the power and compositional skills to incorporate that many guys I would have had every cuteguy in existence!! but sadly I am but a mere mortal and the flesh is weak,,, so i hope this is sufficient amounts of cuteguy.

Designs are by (from left to right and top to bottom):

@cosmic-nopedog , @emryste , @tibby-art , @syneester

@isjasz , @traffrogers

@gingermaple , @alienssstufff, @anneliis18

EDIT: The Scart design in the centre is by @\bad12amcomic. I originally credited to the wrong person, sorry!

[wormspoodle]

@gamink it is so funny that you say this actually

heres the rest of the image i had drawn about that very thing

[wanologic]

#besties

[shhroomer]

omg kahl broflobster !?

[ssolessurvivor]

you’re bleeding!

@agoldenlily (lol this one got away from me)

The exclamation came after quite a sudden flurry of activity: it startled him, how quickly he responded. But of course, he had a duty. Protect her at all costs, no matter how little the threat be.

And he was wondering when there would be a show of resistance, or rather blatant anger. It happened often during times like these, as history repeatedly displayed. Some people just enjoyed smuggling knives into the palace and seeing how close they could get.

Logan ensured this man didn't get close enough. The swift takedown had spiked a long dormant adrenaline, and Logan didn't even hear her until she'd uttered the statement twice as he returned to the dais and the throne. Exhaling with a slight smile, he shook his head as he glanced down at the cut on his arm through his thin uniform fabric: his already scarred one.

What was one more?

"Don't worry about it, it's nothing." He said with a quiet release of pent up anxiety, watching the other palace guards escorting the assailant down to the dungeons. Logan's heterochromatic eyes returned to Elayne with a fervent worry. "What about you? You're not hurt?" In doing so, he timidly touched his fingertips to her jaw, inspecting her flawless skin in case someone had wanted to cause a distraction that he missed. Lifting her head slightly, shifting it left and then right before he might exhale fully the adrenaline out of his boiling blood.