#THANK YOU FOR DRAWING KENI

[askkeni]

THEY ALL LOOK SO PRETTY OMG

NARUTO OC PARTY P2!

Lillian belongs to me🩷

Yume and ayane belong to @tayuyx

Aku belongs to @tobstr

Meiko belongs to @mabzerie

Aoi belongs to @v1rtualv4mp

Arika belongs to @1anvi

Takara belongs to @immoralimmortals

Arisu belongs to @ironarisu

Keni belongs to @askkeni

Mitsuki belongs to @tsuki-no-yomi-project

I HAD SO MUCH FUN MAKING THIS OMFGGGG I PROMISE TO MAKE MORE! It feels like a little club :3

[askkeni]

I saw your OC and wanted to ask what is her backstory?

Keni is one of orochimaru's experiments! survived, hid for years and resurfaced after realizing she couldnt stay hidden forever :) After that she commited some silly crimes, the end!

[brooklynislandgirl]

@tangleweave {{Because Tumblr}}

{this is a joint post written by Fane and Keni's mun. Finding Pe-Tyr, part I.}

She can almost feel his antipathy radiating off him like winter's chill. At the same time she understands that it is perhaps her own disquiet that provides what she sees as motivation for that sigh. The ghost of admonishment silent on his lips that does not come to fruition, and so just this once she affords him the courtesy of not lashing out. "I…I do not know where such places could be. What I fear is that the lower one goes into the city, the more terrible and varied the dangers. He could be hurt, or worse. But I need to find him before they mobilise Sentinels for a search. How do you propose getting those records without leaving one of our own?" He shifts, then rises to his feet and offers her an open hand. He is not particularly chivalrous, and he knows she is perfectly capable of getting up on her own, but neither is he discourteous. "I think it's a mistake to assume the worst has happened. We should remain calm," he advises. "You know Pe-Tyr better even than his own instructors. If he were in need of help, how likely is it he would really choose not to reach out to you for it?" He takes her question into thoughtful consideration for a long moment. "A favored instructor… perhaps even a knight? Someone who wouldn't fear for Pe-Tyr, but would understand the need for delicacy and discretion. Who do you trust that would first help us at this hour, and then allow us to proceed unobstructed?" The moment that her fingers ~ribbon thin~ slip into the waiting cusp of his own there is no way to hide the turmoil within her. It is a tempest of doubt and fear and palpable grief only barely postponed and just as quickly as she accepted his courtly manners does she rescind that touch. Withdraws the hand and its mate into the confines of the sleeves of her outer robe which she presses then before her. It is a symbolic bulwark that retreat. You do not know the lower levels like I do, she wants to say, but doesn't. "I am calm." And there are no such things as the dead that walk, too. It is all she can do not to pace their tiny confines. "I would sooner swallow glass than ask my Master." She calls up every Master she can think of in her mind. She would trust Anakin. She would trust Tzekal. And that….oh. "Thank you," she murmurs and turns sharply on her heel. Starts to make her way toward the door without so much as a by-your-leave. Fane knows Melakeni to be headstrong and willful, even proud, in a way that goes unrivaled by their fellow trainees in the Force. He knows that is as much a product of her upbringing as it is her confidence in her own acumen; she is not like most other Padawans who were brought to the Temple in infancy, and her emotional output was not modulated or sculpted by the practices and disciplines of the Jedi. Hers is a far more colorful history, of which she shares little, but he has heard enough bits and pieces to assemble the image he knows she prefers most here to have of her. She has reason to be headstrong and proud. If it were not so, she would not be permitted to get away with half the things she does. In that respect, she is not entirely unlike Skywalker. And that is a far safer comparison, in her auditory range, than any which would line her up with Master Windu -- notwithstanding their identical lightsaber hues and combat techniques. In fact… Fane would be more likely to draw parallels between Melakeni and the nameless 'dark woman' that seems to make appearances only and purely at her own discretion… oftentimes when she is least expected. So to detect the apprehension within Keni now is a thing most unusual, and gives Fane pause enough that she both mulls and appears to have her answer before he can even summon up the words to assuage her. And maybe that is for the best. Whenever Keni feels a thing, she feels it with all of her being, and he knows she has never been someone to dismiss a concern upon the bidding of another, no matter how serene and rational that person might be (even Masters Gallia, Unduli, and Yaddle combined might not be able to banish emotional upheaval from Keni).

[c-40]

A-T-3 332 Party Season

Big records that have become perennial party 'jams' since there release in 1983

These first ones you will and have heard in every town bar and club and are guaranteed to get women up singing and dancing (Dj rule number 2 get the women dancing and the boys will follow.) They're as safe as a Wu-Tang t-shirt or Calvin Harris record, and all favourites with your average habitual BBC 6 Music listener

Rufus & Chaka Khan - Ain't Nobody this was released in November 1983 but didn't chart in the UK until March 1984. I'm not sure if this is because it had a later release date across the rest of the world the P+C's all read 1983 so that's no help. It's included on Greg Wilson's UK club floor fillers for 1983 and he'd know https://electrofunkroots.co.uk/greg-wilsons-top-10-floorfillers-december-83/

David Bowie - Let's Dance Nile Rodgers so much to answer for

Talking Heads - This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) not quite the draw to the floor the two above have maybe more of a sit down for Christmas cocktails and food, saying that I've seen it fill a dance floor many times if the clientele is middle-class enough. Talking Heads are almost as safe as Fleetwood Mac nowadays. The album Speaking In Tongues is released in 1983, it's lead single Burning Down The House didn't chart in the UK but tracks like those mentioned above and Girlfriend Is Better have become hugely popular through mainstream radio play. As a smart-arse I'd probably play Moon Rocks off the album, out. Wally Baradou's keyboard playing is brilliant on this album

Now here are a few soul night staples from 1983

O'Jays - Put Our Heads Together silk, and a complete D Train rip-off co-written and produced by Keni Burke of The Five Stairsteps

Fatback Band - I Found Lovin' only released as a single in the UK on a UK label, this'll be some UK rep saying to the label in the US I Found Lovin' off the With Love is blowing up in the clubs over here you have to put it out as a single and the US label not being arsed

So slightly less mainstream than the two above but these following tracks may find there way onto an 80s soul comp

D Train - Music (Remix) not as big or influential as D Train's Your The One For Me or Keep On, it still got to 23 on the UK's single chart which was better that the two tracks above. It also contains the 'M.U.S.I.C. Deep Inside Of Me' Sample which was huge, especially with British producers. Like all D Train's best tracks mixes come from François Kevorkian - the Dub Version is especially spacial

I'm filling up the remaining links from my Tumblr quota with still massive club hits and still on 80s soul comps but they are probably less known by a mainstream audience

Cuba Gooding - Happiness Is Just Around The Bend on the subject of samples popular with UK producers here's another big one that's to the acapella on the b-side. Main Ingredients singer and father of disgraced actor Cuba Gooding, Jr. produced Arthur Baker, arranged by Fred Zarr, sampler programmed by John Robie, and it's a cover of a Brian Auger track

Status IV - You Ain't Really Down - "You Just Ain't For Real" sample popular from the house days, yup there's an acapella on this one too. Written by Toney Lee who made Reach Up, produced Eric Mathew and again released on Matthew's Radar label

Tracy Weber - Sure Shot (Instrumental) another produced by Eric Matthew. Sure Shot originally came out in 1981 but this instrumental came out on the b-side of One Step At A time in 1983 - probably thanks to Larry Levan and the play he gave it at the Paradise Garage

Surface - Falling In Love big record, Shep Pettibone mix, never heard this version before

[kookie-star]

Me, inside my head: Draw something ffs, you've been to damn lazy.

Me, an intellectual: It's my body right? I can do whatever I want. Now shush and let me sleep. Thanks.

[aethersong]

tag peeps for p e r s o n a l k n o w l e d g e (to get to know them better)

;0; Thanks for tagging me @ksenya-and-the-artistic-cucumber!! I'm gonna do this over on my sideblog here, hope that's alright!

3 ships: I'm always too shy to talk about them, even they're between my own OCs, especially in public lmao sorry

first ever ship: Probably something from Wolf's Rain? @_@ It was like my first online exposure to media

last song: Atlas from Starbound right now, but been kinda obssessed by Yuu's cover for Unknown Mother Goose lately!

last movie: I think Everything Everywhere All At Once (one of my all-time favorite movies now, suUUUuper recommended especially if you like character-oriented, positive absurdist/extentialist, and/or sci-fi multiverse type stuff!!! Don't watch any trailers though, they spoil everything.)

That was like months ago now… wait no I think I rewatched How To Train Your Dragon 1 + 2 lately but only bits and pieces. I was thinking about rewatching Howl's Moving Castle while animating some d r a g o n s today though

currently reading: 20 open tabs on Ao3 including stuff for Omori, End Roll, Fire Emblem Awakening (but for One Specific Type Of Thing Only), The Owl House, and a couple more lol. Mostly those tabs are just open for me to check on in a few months while waiting for specific stories to update, or rooting around for something new to peek in on.

currently watching: Also waiting for the rest of Owl House's season 3 8'''))) Really wish they got a proper season 3 and 4. Other than that I've been watching a ton of youtube video analyses/essays on video games, cartoons, random interesting stuff, et cetera. I should catch up on mp100 sometime, this blog's header is actually an old drawing of Mob hah

currently consuming: Banana bread that my aunt made, thank you my aunt! Delicious and moist~

currently craving: I made shrimp-spinach-ramen with cooked onions in bulk yesterday, and I'm looking forward to having more later today :)

tagging: I don't usually like tagging others (I don't mind being tagged myself, I just get nervous about tagging others, or prefer not to) but songbird keni and kay if you want to do it I would be tagging you 👀even though I already know all of you quite well already lol

[matterovermindpodcast]

3 for Kendra! (pride month prompts). @royalbounties

<3 Thank you!! Bless your soul!!

Kendra was hunched over her sketch book, smears of lead across her forehead from where she’d shaded something and wiped at her face without thinking. It was the start of a large serpent that she was going to turn into a tattoo for her most recent...friend.

Kai came up from behind and wrapped her arms around Kendra’s waist, placing hot kisses across her right shoulder and up her neck. Kendra hummed happily, but she didn’t drop the pencil.

“I thought you wanted me to finish this so we could go back to the shop...”

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I distracting you?” she whispered, before breaking Kendra’s concentration entirely and stealing a kiss from her lips. She dropped her pencil in her lap, work temporarily forgotten as she kissed Kai back- moaning her approval as she deepened the kiss.

“Oh!”

Kai jumped back and Kendra froze, wide eyed, as she met Nova’s shocked expression from the front door.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to barge in,” Nova said with an awkward laugh.

“It’s okay! I was just going to take a shower,” Kai said with a soft smile. She kissed Kendra’s cheek and walked away.

“Um...” Kendra said, her wide eyed expression shifting down to the drawing in her lap rather then continuing to meet Nova’s curious eyes.

“Hey, it’s cool Keni. I’m used to seeing all kinds of guys parading out of your room,” she said as she sat across the table from Kendra.

“I wouldn’t say parading,” Kendra said as she picked up her pencil again, scratching absentmindedly at a spot she’d already shaded to perfection.

“I’m just saying. It’s cool. You don’t have to be so worried.”

“I’m-I’m not worried,” Kendra insisted, shaking her head so that she could fix her expression. “I mean I wasn’t worried.”

“Right,” Nova said with a laugh, “Of course not. The great Kendra Arya, afraid? Never.”

Kendra gave a half smile, “Thanks.”

“Whoever you love, that’s not gonna change who you are. And who you are is amazing. Never forget that.”

[reyjustrey]

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen? 26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme - Accepting

Blank flimsi and a stylus and free time

Young Rey, perhaps two years gone from Jakku in the company of her rescuer, looked at the flimsi and the stylus she’d been given curiously. This sort of activity was quite regular between she and Keni. It helped them bond; helped the Master - for that was what Keni was to Rey, Master, teacher, as well as rescuer and friend - better learn her pupil’s mind and helped the student express herself in ways her lack of parenting early in life left her ill equipped to do. 

With care, the girl slipped the stylus between her fingers and let her mind wander as she set inked tip to drawing surface. Keni watched, her own piece of flimsi and stylus likewise used - though she never once looked down at what she drew. Rey was much more careful rendering her art. She had a habit of focusing off into the middle distance as if she’d seen something, then drawing out a little piece of it -

Part of an island - always the same part, Keni noted.

An  eye or pair of eyes - again, the  same every time.

The vendor from Niima Outpost - the one who’d starved her.

The portions he’d done it with - giving her less and less for her work.

She was nine years old now. Keni had found her when she was almost seven - all twig arms and twig legs and fire in her eyes and in her empty belly. Fire and Force potential that she hadn’t a clue she even possessed. The girl had weighed a third less than she should have back then, but no longer. She was stronger now, her eyes alive and kinder, calmer; more centred thanks to patient, nurturing attention and training. 

Keni smiled softly as she contemplated her student. She’d be something else once she grew. Of that Keni was certain.

Have you a plan, little one?

The question drew young Rey’s attention to her Master, dark eyes reading her expression. ‘A plan?’ the girl repeated, thoughtful beyond her years as she glanced down at her piece of flimsi and all she’d daubed on it this time. A couple of droids had joined the panoply, as had the boy - the man now, she supposed - she’d seen over and over and over again in dreams. ‘I-…’ Rey pursed her lips. 

‘I want to…find my place in all…this’ she said, gesturing widely - in life, she meant; in the Force; in amongst these things she saw and perceived and couldn’t yet understand. ‘…I plan-’ A quick word correction. Keni hadn’t asked for what she wanted. ‘To find my place.’

[askkeni]

Hey so I’m doing this OC party thing which is basically a Collab where I’m putting a bunch of Naruto OCs in a photo together. If you don’t mind, could I possibly put your OC in it? You could say no that’s totally fine with me :)

hiii, thank you for asking! and sure :D you can draw keni. How many oc are you drawing? O:

[brooklynislandgirl]

How would your muse react to being handed a baby? {Keni}

Soft, Silent, Sweet || Accepting

 "Wait. W-w-what....what are you doing?"

The young Jedi stands surrounded by a group of village women. All of them seem to be petting and pawing at her. In the fading dusk the blood and filth of battle drying on her face looks like a primitive mask even as cooling breezes begin to tease her hair into ribbons the hue of dark wood flowing down her back after escaping their confining ties. For now her sabre is sheathed though for just a split second it looked like it was going to see further use with the way her fingers flex near its hilt on her belt.  One of the bolder women offers her a gap-toothed smile, and murmurs in the local tongue, too softly to be heard. She takes hold of Melakeni's arms and pulls them away from her body. Into them is deposited an infant. It squirms and squawks. Gurgles spit bubbles on its lips. Keni’s stomach, no bigger than her fist, lurches at the sight. Tries to shrink into itself as much as the rest of her wants the very same. The Force becomes immediately awash with a deeply abiding sense of disgust, a shudder that could potentially if not so thoroughly repressed shake the ground and make the collection of huts around them collapse. This is one of those mammalian things that Keni has never quite gotten her head around. Certainly she has treated younglings by the score in the Temple, every kind of imaginable illness from the contagious poxes to scrapes and bruises and wobbly tummies. Almost to the last they have wanted for a small word of kindness, a kiss on the head. A promise that she can make them well again, but the younglings she treats are capable of speech, of independent thought. She has nothing to do with the creches where those too young to be sorted into clan are kept, tended like plants. Except most plants do not drool and do not defecate in their own clothes. They neither screech nor wail ~at least as far as most sentients are concerned~ with their little faces scrunched up and turning hues. They do not have that indescribable smell like old milk and crusty skin that particularly female humans seem so entranced with. She has often in the past teased Anakin that Zelosian nurseries are full of large jars full of nutrient rich soil and its own little watering apparatus, and sometimes, especially rare children of her species require an aquatic environment. None of that is true. As far as she knows, she doesn't remember that far back, after all, her people are born and raised in the same way. She just has no experience to mark the occasion and she is absolutely certain she'd never made a mess of herself or smelled like that. What's more is she doesn't understand the biological imperative of breeding. Her eyes turn toward Anakin. A human. And he is the depth and breadth of her soul. She has absolutely no doubt that the Force had made them for one another. And Melakeni has dreams. Some of them do involve him and the requisite acts that would be required to produce tiny offspring. All beautiful lines and commingled breath. The feel of his skin burning against her own. Tender kisses and every pleasure that is forbidden to them. Unbidden, others come along with those fever-dreams. She has at least once imagined what one would look like with his hair and long limbs, her eyes and teeth. But that was only once. The reality of it is, even if they were to ever desire such a thing, it would be impossible. They are genetically incompatible, mammalian and viridiphyta respectively. She could never imagine wanting a child of her own, she doesn’t even really want a padawan. And of those children she doesn’t fantasise about, the only possible source for one would be from Anakin. For all that some people might think otherwise, and to no shame, Anakin is not the kind of man who would make for a good father. He would want to be, he would love any child to the very depth of his soul, but therein lies madness. Anyone who has seen him with his droids and his Clones could predict a future where only tragedy could unfold. He would be unable to separate himself from his fears. They would become mania. She has seen what happens when Anakin loves too much. And she knows, much to her own regret, that sometimes, love is not enough. It would kill him as surely as poison. Children are not their future. They will both be content with that.  The infant latches onto her hair and gives it a yank, a hideous little sound coming out of it that she soon enough realises is a laugh. Melakeni flashes Anakin a look that can be felt like direct shot from one of the blaster rifles carried by a nearby handful of Clones who immediately proceed to look away although one looks like he’s overcome with a fit of amusement that his brothers are now trying to save him from. As politely as possible Keni pries the little thing’s fingers apart and rescues herself from the situation. She turns to the translator who accompanied the women and murmurs platitudes. Yes, yes. Adorable child. Many blessings on the family, thank you. Excuse me please. She means none of these things but if she has one ability to surpass all others it is emotional mimicry. She hands the creature back to its parent. Hands come up in a peaceful gesture which she half nods-half bows over. Begins to extricate herself from the group.  The translator asks if they need anything. Keni asks for a tub and as much hot water as the village can muster. They have already been offered food, and a few dozen spare huts at the far edges of the camp. It is all they have to give for their salvation. She tells them that everything is fine, and that they ~Anakin, herself, and their Troops~ will make as little trouble as possible. When they are finally alone, she allows herself to shudder all of her natural revulsion. “The Living Force spare me, it was so gross.” Her face screws up tightly, which pulls the corners of her mouth down, as if she’s having trouble trying not to retch on the spot. “And so...grabby. And squishy. Honestly, Anakin. I’d much prefer dealing with slugs.” There’s meaning in that declaration the likes of which only he can understand. After all, he’s been the one to rescue her from them for years now.  She flings her tunic at him, and lets the rest of her uniform flutter and fall to the ground. She slips over the edge of the wooden tub and sinks into the water, disappearing beneath the surface for a few seconds before rising back up. She can still feel all the infant’s various fluids on her skin. “Next time, you hold the babies and get fondled by the civilians and I’ll stay with the boys.” Anakin laughs and agrees with her before he climbs into the bath opposite of her and she can almost hear his bones shriek in gratitude.

~*~

The twin suns of this dying world bake the sand beneath her boots. There is little shade to be found anywhere and the air feels as if it is scorching her lungs from the inside out. She could never have imagined a time in all of her life where she misses the cold dark of space, nor that she would be counting the seconds before she could return to her ship and erase the memory of sunlight on her skin. She’s done her best to blend in with the locals. To survey her target at every opportunity while remaining out of sight. Until now.

She beckons the boy with a delicate, airy hand. Curiosity draws him near, of course it does. And something she does not possess cracks in her chest leaving a space awash with grief and love and a thousand different yearnings still. Though he’s approaching his tenth Empire Day, he is small for his age. Wind-whipped, carved out by the vast nothingness of his little kingdom. The same suns that sear down have bleached his hair pale gold and in places there are certain cowlicks that will never be tamed, no matter how gentle but unforgiving the hand is that attempts it. His eyes are painfully blue. More so than the sky above them, more than shimmer of sea that does not exist here. The shy grin he offers her harks back to another era that seems like lifetimes ago. If she ever had a doubt, it evaporates here and now. And this is how perhaps the most feared and loved woman in the galaxy comes to kneel before a child. Fixes the boy with a softly-shaped smile, one that hides the fine points of her teeth but that gives warmth to emerald eyes. From some secret pocket, perhaps from the force itself, a gloved hand produces not one but two crystallised honey-sticks, tinted by berries and juices into a chaos of colour. He is cautious. Does not immediately reach for them as one might expect. This pleases her immensely, he has inherited his father’s great wisdom. She continues to hold them out, and inclines her head. Nods a little. He takes them. But then his aunt calls for him, and he looks back toward her over one scrawny shoulder before returning his gaze to his mysterious benefactor. She lifts a finger to her lips.  A secret it is to be. She is gone before Beru comes looking for him.

[kookie-star]

Hello everyone, Keny here. Just like previous ask, I'll eventually close my 2 blogs and do some changes in this one to atleast keep it alive. Ever since the changes Tumblr did, My flame that kept this blog active has died. Mostly because all my friends and mutuals have abandoned Tumblr to go to Twitter or Instagram. So, that's why I'm mostly on those.

Anyways... I'll try post my drawings and all in here as well like I've used to, and try to gain that love again. Thank you very much to those who kept following me even if this blog was literally dead for a while. I just needed a long hiatus from it. Time to come back, eh? ^^)_/ ♡