#Khol

[venusmage]

I cant remember if I ever posted this old “photo” of Drac’s tiefling dads!

[thehappyfeminist-22]

I saw this sign in an Egyptian exhibit at an art museum recently. I've read quite a few fanfic authors call the black stuff that Ed puts around his eyes during the Kraken era kohl. I've also seen it used in canon era fics instead of saying "eye liner". If that really was kohl. Ed sweetie may have been giving himself lead poisoning.

[sacredvesta]

looking at these adsom fanarts with kell/holland and then kell/lila really made me realise how holland and lila potentially look alike. and kell being canonically attracted to lila…in this essay i will

[secretandpurplememories]

ये सुरमे भरी आंखें जहर से भी ज्यादा खतरनाक काम करती है , इंसान के कलेजे में खंजर भी उतार देती है और निशान तक नहीं छोड़ती ।

वो खंजर से सूरमा लगाने वाली कब अपने नैनो के तीर दिल में उतर गई हमें कुछ पता ही ना चला

[celineoshara]

[dongtopus]

The dense Kholite door glided on its bearings, nested inside a much larger kholite support-come-barrier structure. The contained voice echoes through a series of hoses around a heavy mask.

"You're late."

"Sorry, Aerus'." Britol said with a raised hand as he held the door open for his Sponsor, Oyul.

The door closed and a series of bard and rods fell into place to create a hermatic seal on the room.

"Sorry 'Arry, a lad was lost on fourth. Not his fault, all the tunnels look the same for first timers."

As the engineers aproached the semi-circle table, Oyul bobbed between his feet with a crooked smile, his lips moving silently a few times before a quiet noise broke through, "Miners, timers."

The head foreman sat upright in his high-backed oak seat, the pipes and hoses squeaking against the ornatel, paper-thin kholite flowers and vines that wrapped around the wood.

"What was that?" Aerus took a gloved hand off from the wooden box at the side and placed it to his mask. A series of clicks and hisses followed and the mask was removed. flat, silver eyes peered at Oyul.

"Miners rhymes with timers." He returned.

Already weary, a sigh seeped out from the holes in Aerus'Ol's cheeks, pushing a heavy yellowish fog of monoxide with it.

"Take a seat, please."

Britol gently sat down and placed his hands on the table, clasping his shining obsidian flaked fingers together. To his right, a habitual groan as the chair strained under the mass. Oyul scratched loudly at his belly as he scraped his chair back from the table to give himself more space.

The head foreman wasted no more time. He pulled the wooden box in front of him and removed the lid, showing a small series of bronze wheels and pulleys and began slwly turning the biggest one.

"What is this?"

"That is-"

"'Is'sa engine 'Arry."

Aerus'Ol blinked. Already he looked exhausted. He brought his fingers to a steeple, their rough pits burned-flesh valleys glistened in the light produced by thick glass tubes of steadily burning gas above.

"explain."

Britol thrust his arm out in front of Oyul and began.

"It uses steam to turn. We had a vent start bubbling up last month and I placed a collar around it to contain it. The collar increased the pressure and instead of water, it produced steam. I wondered if I could do anything else with it."

"And you had the time to do this when?" The head foreman raised an eyebrow, the brass wheel turning evening at his fingertip.

"During my breaks. No work time was lost, I swear. My sponser can confirm this." Britol looked to his right, his eyes narrowing a fraction of a hairs-breadth.

"Aye!" A fat, greasy hand slapped the table, rocking the small brass contraption at the other side, "He's a good lad, is Brit. Very clean."

The wheel stopped turning and Aerus'Ol pressed the steepled tips of his fingers to his pocked lips. His jaw moved behind his closed mouth, a dry, tacky tongue rolling as he worked through his thoughts.

He shook his head.

"Steam?"

Britol didn't respond, he held a finger out in Oyul's direction.

"Stop wasting your time on such rediculous endeavors. A worthless by-product of thermogeological processes. Next you'll want to waste your time collecting the expelled gasses of the mortal workers."

"Yes, sir."

The head Foreman's finger returned to slowly turning the brass wheel, its bearings and pulleys shifting in fluid silence.

"This is very good craftsmanship, though. May I keep it?"

[donttellmeyourewoke]

KHÔL EYES...

[seasicksilver]

figuring out my ithaca royal family designs

[pyaari-naari]

The problem with me eating chocolate is: after eating one, I feel like eating more.

And there's no "more"

[oldsardens]

Julian Khol - Untitled. 2012

[wienners]

the worst thing (and probably the the thing that spurred my everymanhybrid rewatch) was watching the q&as as background noise a few months ago and realizing i have the same fucking khols button up

[venusmage]

Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess. (Lemony Snickett)

[ghcststory]

hannah dodd & leo suter manip

[sacredvesta]

just remembered my shades of magic (kell/holland), abosbas AU

kell would be in lucy gray’s place (i’m not saying they’re even close to variants of each other but for plots sake) and holland would be coryo. the dane twins would take the roles of dr. gaul and casca highbottom. and in the place of coryo’s family, for holland there would be vortalis. holland is already an orphan by the time the war started, but he lost his alox in the conflict, so vortlais steps in as a guardian for holland and encourages him to do well in school etc, only to see him become the villain.

“you look just like your father coriolanus snow” but it’s “you look just like your brother holland vosijk”

[saysbruh1]

maybe you wouldnt be sweltering if you took the tshirt off exposing your beautiful chest hair idk just a thought

[curryaboo]

if anyone knows any bollywood songs that are influenced or sampled from western songs pls let me knowww 🥹🥹 i’m making a wee playlist rn bc i keep seeing loads of the inverse (western songs sampled from bolly music) & thought it’d be cool to do the opposite :D