#kari's wip

[aniraklova]

Such a cute boys, aren't they

[kingdomblade]

Cooking up something special for Digimon fans on Patreon - here's a snippet of Kari and Gatomon reaching out to the light!

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[kissing-toads-again]

today i offer a wip that i would like to finish but i know myself well enough to know that its not happening anytime soon. enjoy ur crumbs endoparasitic enjoyers i wish i had more for you 😔

[karokawwo]

i hate that fuckass coat idk what to do with it but he feels bare without it

[nickmpreg]

-_-

[megarywrites]

Smile, flute and, yes, wildcard for the bard ask game? ^^

thank youuuu

smile | share a funny snippet or a fun fact about your world?

okay 1) I think this is funny so I'm sorry if it's not lol and 2) for context, this bit I'm sharing is taken from Thala's reenactment of somewhat that had happened to her and Astri that day when they were in the capitol that day (this is something that I was wanting to establish with this draft—Thala's proclivity for story-telling. It's laying the groundwork for later on when she needs it for plot reasons)

“Alright, so—“ I started off as Astri took her place behind me, adopting the same playful lilt that Pa used to whenever he began to tell one of his tall tales. “There we were coming up to the bridge to head further into…”  ”Ateolis!” Astri supplied excitedly, then shrank back with a giggle at my quelling look.  “Yes, Ateolis.” I said with a heavy sigh and she giggled again, and I struggled not to grin as I pressed on. “And this cart driver—a man, of course—“ Solera said it along with me, and I lost the struggle with my smile, but only for a second. “He didn’t stop. Astri, be the driver.”  “Wha…” I gestured over to the door. “Oh, right.”  She darted over, and I pressed up against the imaginary banister behind me as Astri, who was holding her arms stiffly out at her sides, making herself bigger as she tottered toward me. “And then this gentleman over here,” I said, straining my voice as if I were a much older person, which I quickly dropped to add, “Wait, I’ll just show you.”  I motioned for Astri to keep coming towards me, and when she did, I lightly smacked her shoulder, then balled my hand into a fist and shook it at her, putting on the older man’s voice again as I said, “Your head is stuffed so full with chum and piss that I can’t believe it’s not spilling out your fucking ears!” Solera burst out laughing—a delighted, high-pitched cackle—Olena almost choked on the sip of tea she was drinking, and Zoi grinned as if she were taking notes to use it for another occasion. Several of the other girls behind me laughed as well, interspersed with scandalized gasps at the strong language.  But I wasn’t done.  As Astri turned back to me, mimicking the rude gesture the cart driver had made and starting another round of surprised laughter, I continued. “I pray the gods smite you just for breathing, you wretched little shit!” I finished the curse with spitting force, then looked back at Solera and Olena, doing a double-take just like the man had when he noticed us across the bridge. I let my eyes widen in his horrified surprise.  His apologies tripped over themselves on their way out of my mouth, becoming increasingly more dramatic as Solera clutched at her stomach, her head thrown back as she leaned against the table for support, lost as she was in the throes of mirth. Olena and Zoi were doubled over, too, and Astri, breathless and rosy-cheeked from laughing, sank back into her place on the bench beside Olena.  “That’s basically what happened,” I said, my voice returning to normal as I grinned at them. My attention settled on Solera, who was wiping tears from her eyes with a clipped but happy sigh.

flute | can any of your OCs dance? how would they fare in a dance-off?

yes! dancing is something that happens fairly frequently in this story/Grean culture! so basically everyone can dance to some degree, and Thala really enjoys it. The last time she danced was at her birthday party, but she'll be doing some more soon in the first part of TUS

wildcard | share anything that's on your mind regarding your OCs/writing?

something that I was thinking about today when I was at work was how pleased I am with how Thalera's relationship is showing up on the page. Which, I know, is something I've mentioned sorta often during this rewrite, but it's just really nice to see their connection come to life on the page. I know I'm very biased here lol but I think they're a really good team, and their bond is so sweet to write, especially in a story like this. I'm really looking forward to how things continue to progress, because it just keeps getting better with each new scene that they're together

send me bard-themed asks?

[ace-malarky]

Hey those are *my* siblings back off

I woke to a message from my friend this morning that went off into headcanons about my travelling band of chaotic feral mages that then spawned this piece of writing and ok it's probably rough and yes I did just write it in the two hours after midnight but hey

you know what

I kinda fucken like it

(in which Jasper might get pissed off by his siblings but no one else is allowed to even think about hurting them)

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The laughter – good natured as it is – grates at him like the screech of a badly timed parry.

Jasper clamps his sword in his hand and flattens his ears against his skull, snapping to his feet and turning on his heel in one smooth movement.

“Hey, Jas–” Llinos starts, falling out of stance even before the music halts.

“Don’t,” he replies, barely making the word not a snarl. “Just – don’t.”

Kaua and Tadhg stop playing. Tamhas is on his front, getting to his feet.

“Sorry,” Llinos says.

“Yeah.” Jasper stalks out of the clearing they’d made their camp in, leaves them all behind.

He walks far enough that he can’t see the play of their campfire, can’t hear them pick up the halting threads of a conversation he’d been part of when they’d sat down.

It’s nights like this when Kallyin feels closest to the surface, when the fire burns under his fingertips, when everything feels just a little more… a little more.

He won’t stay away long. Just long enough to soothe out his scorched nerves. Just short enough that they won’t bother to send someone out after him, because he doesn’t think he wants to find out who they’d send to talk him down first.

Even if he knows it will always be Llinos; they’ve known each other out here too long for her to send anyone else in her stead.

Jasper lets a little fire escape on his breath, siphoning off a little of his anger. Not anger. Annoyance. He remembers the way Kallyin would prowl, ears twitching, teeth bared in a quiet snarl. She’d always held his anger, and now he held hers.

 It isn’t too much later when he turns back to the forest he’s left them in. There’s nothing out here but the plains before the mountains, and he can only see them as a distant void against the night sky.

 He’s stepped too well to leave much of a trail, but he follows his nose back in along the faint promise of smoke, ears twitching to catch the faint sound of conversation.

 Jasper’s far closer than he ought to be before he realises that something is wrong, that he should have heard something of their conversation now, however faint. They wouldn’t have all fallen asleep without him there.

 He slows to a prowl and flicks his sword partially free of its sheathe, dropping into a crouch.

 The second thing he notices is that the fire is brighter than he’d left it. More spread out.

 The third thing is the charm that’s been painted onto a tree, still fresh and stinking of iron. He doesn’t recognise its design, but he knows it’s been painted in blood.

 A low growl slips past his teeth.

 Shapes in the clearing sharpen as his eyes adjust. Tamhas and Tadhg, back to back and slumped forward, noses almost to their knees. Kaua, gagged and tied up, struggling furiously under the watch of a man holding her down with the blunt end of a spear. She’s oddly muffled even for the gag, and that must be what the charm does, some kind of silencing.

 Llinos, flat out on her front like she’d been dropped, arms tied behind her, her bow in the grass beside her and dangerously close to the fire. There’s a scattering of arrows in the scuffed grass, Kaua’s sword, and another two figures watching them. They’re gesturing with their swords – little more than machetes, maybe, more suited for cutting through plants than people – and seem to be arguing. He can’t hear what they’re saying.

 He doesn’t care what they’re saying.

 No sign of Rhydderch, and Jasper hopes – he can’t see Llinos well enough to tell. He doesn’t think she’s bonded, he thinks that if she had they wouldn’t be caught like this, he thinks there would be more damage to their surroundings (he remembers bonding with Kallyin, the panic and the fire and the yowling pain that had nearly split his senses apart on the path).

 Rhydderch must be free, he thinks fiercely, not looking too closely at the pile of their belongings. It would kill Llinos for it to be any other way.

 He’s still growling. That’s his family down there.

 Fire slides between his jaws, eyes sharpening to slits as he places a hand on the hilt of his sword.

 Llinos hasn’t moved.

 The sound of it drawing rasps in the night, amongst the creak of branches and the rustle of leaves. There isn’t any wildlife nearby.

They haven’t heard; their charm works both ways.

One of the boys – he thinks Tamhas, the fire turning his sandy coat umber – groans and lists sideways, ears flicking up.

 Jasper bares his teeth and lunges from the treeline.

 Sound rushes back in; the fire, the argument, the fire, Kaua’s indignant muffled curses that are half shrieks, the fire.

 “You let that damned fox get away–”

 “It’s just a fox, what does it matter, some dumb animal–”

 Jasper slams into the two arguing men before they’ve realised he’s there; chops into one as he shoulder-barges the other to the ground, barely stumbling as he digs a foot into the ground and rips his claws through the dirt as he turns, holding his sword out.

 A screech pierces the night, a rolling alarm that isn’t any of them.

 The one he’d hit with his sword reels back with a cry, almost dropping his machete. He takes one look at Jasper and tries to run.

 Jasper snarls and fire tips his teeth and he doesn’t let him run. He throws his sword’s sheathe between his legs and brings him down, kicking the other in the face as he turns again, towards Kaua.

 The fire’s between them. It’s not as tall as he’d thought, but it’s more spread out. They’d added to it, made it more of a bonfire, a signal.

 The fire under Jasper’s fingers wants to answer it. Kallyin purrs in his chest, ready to play.

 The man levels his spear at Jasper, kicking Kaua away. She curses him again, digging her talons into the grass, flicking her head to try and dislodge the gag.

 Something screams in the forest beyond the clearing.

 Jasper’s grin sharpens as he recognises Rhydderch’s call. “You made a mistake,” he says, and his voice is barely recognisable, all low snarl and rasping threat.

“You’re surrounded,” the man replies, and keeps the fire between them.

One of the other men, coughing, sets off a flare that shatters against the sky, blinding the stars.

 “You think we didn’t come prepared?”

 “I think you’d like to think you did,” Jasper replies, and feints to his other side just to see him flinch. He turns his sword in his hand.

 There are other people in the forest, coming closer. Now that he’s broken the barrier, he can hear them. They’re not quiet.

 Llinos still isn’t moving.

 “If you’ve hurt my sister,” Jasper says, “Nothing will save you.”

 “Jasper,” says Tadhg, tailing off with a groan.

 “There’s more of them.” Tamhas sounds a little more alert. “Mages.”

 His opponent tries to take an opportunity, thinking him distracted as his ears flick in their direction, and stabs at him through the fire.

 Jasper twists sideways and slaps the spear away with his sword.

 The fire gutters under the draft of their weapons.

 Jasper breathes in.

 The fire dips some more. Shadows grow through the clearing. The flare dies above them, the stars reappearing.

 Jasper blinks, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

 His opponent catches his breath, hands tightening on his spear.

 Jasper lunges forward, through what’s left of the fire, and sweeps his sword up to catch on the spear’s haft, smacking it out of the way. There’s little finesse in his attack and they go tumbling as he lands, over and over until Jasper is on top and their weapons have been left behind.

He manages to punch Jasper. He hits Jasper’s cheek, splitting his lip against his fangs, snapping his head to the side.

 Jasper snarls – he’s been growling almost the whole time, but it erupts now, fire licking out between his jaws – and catches his hands, slamming them into the ground. “No one touches my family.”

Several things happen.

A group of men charge into the clearing with their weapons drawn. Rhydderch dashes in, another man on his tail. Tamhas breaks free and throws himself at one of the men Jasper had already downed, just as he got to his feet.

 Kaua spits the gag from her beak.

 Jasper throws himself sideways just before an arrow whistles through the space he had been. He rolls, steadies himself, lunges forward without really getting to his feet. He grabs his sword on the way, and charges into the group as the fire blazes back up in his wake.

 Kaua takes a breath and shrieks. There’s no melody to it; there are barely words. It rends the night, cuts through the clash of metal, slices the growl that buzzes in Jasper’s chest.

 Two of the men stumble, go ashen, fall to their knees and scramble backwards to the tree line. Several more turn and run, disappearing amongst the trees with Rhydderch on their tail.

 Jasper ducks a wild blow and twists his sword into two from the handle, palming one into his off hand. He wreaks havoc, surrounded as he is, and every slice finds its mark.

 Somewhere, Rhydderch barks. Somewhere, someone screams.

 “And fucking get gone!” Someone – Tadhg, he thinks – yells.

 There’s only one of them still standing, and that’s either because he’s stayed out of the way or because he’s actually good.

 Jasper’s keen to find out which. He could do with a challenge.

 This man has a curved sword and a buckler and a taunting smirk that he levels at Jasper as he backs to a clear space.

 Kaua has stopped shrieking.

 Jasper steps over one of his opponents and can’t find it in himself to care whether or not he’s dead. He bares his teeth in a facsimile of a grin, eyes dancing with fire.

 There’s a soft moan behind him – Llinos, finally awake.

 Rhydderch appears amongst the trees, stands tall and still for a moment, and then races towards her.

 Jasper’s family is safe, but they almost weren’t.

 Their swords meet in a discordant clash, his second screeching against his opponent’s shield.

 If Jasper cared, maybe he’d taunt him. Maybe he’d ask for information, find out if anyone hired them or if they were just being opportunistic.

 Jasper doesn’t care. Not really. His family was hurt and he hadn’t been there, but he’d got back in time.

 He locks the hilts of their swords together and pulls to the side.

 His opponent slams his buckler into Jasper’s chest and attempts to yank his sword back.

 Jasper stumbles backwards and coughs fire, staining his opponent bright with its warmth. His sword slips from his grasp and his opponent smirks, slowly repositioning as if he has the time to gloat.

 Jasper swings his other sword in and under his buckler, punching through his armour and between his ribs.

 His opponent has the audacity to look surprised, as if Jasper hadn’t been toying with him the whole time.

 Jasper steps back, yanking his sword free.

 The man staggers backwards, lifting a trembling hand to his chest. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something.

 Jasper tilts his head, lifting his sword to let the blood run off it and drip into the fire, where it sizzles.

 The man falls and slowly – finally – stops moving.

 One of the twins whistles.

 “Maybe we shouldn’t get on Jasper’s bad side,” said Tamhas.

 Kaua snorts.

 “Hey.” Llinos is partially leaning on Kaua, her bow in her hands with an arrow on the string, though she didn’t look like she’d tried to pull it at any point. “Thanks.”

 “Yeah,” Jasper says, and wipes his sword clean.

[tripstaysnoided]

Kari is feeling just plane cozy.

[ellipsismverse]

@salamix & @shatteredsimp

WIP

I don’t know how long it’s been since I last posted but probably forever…

Art block hit me so hard 😭 Anyway, currently working on a height thingy for our characters (Me and Kari’s)

I did a blog for it too? Gonna post eventually some stuff… Probably more than on here because… WOAH. I DRAW THEM SO MUCH?? +I’m more comfortable sharing paper drawings on a side blog than on this one so there’s gonna be a lot lol

[Made with procreate]

[deansbeer]

morning muse ・ VHACKER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

SYNOPSIS. you wake before vinnie one morning, deciding you want to photograph his adorable sleepy form with your new polaroid camera he gifted you, resulting in lazy morning cuddles and kisses.

WARNING(S). fluff | kissing | fem!reader | cuddling | reader taking photos of vinnie.

KARI NOTES. my drafts are full of half-finished wips. i'm trying my best to get them all out !!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

warm morning light filters through the window as you start to stir from sleep. blinking awake, you take in vinnie's still-dozing form next to you, chest rising and falling steadily. a lazy smile tugs at your lips as memories of christmas day surface - exchanging gifts by the tree, vinnie presenting you with the vintage polaroid camera you'd been eyeing for months.

your fingers itch to try it out as you take in vinnie's handsome, relaxed features. his curls falls gently over his eyes, lashes fluttering lightly in dreams. you just have to capture this moment.

carefully slipping out of the bed so as not to disturb him, you retrieve the camera from your dresser. climbing back onto the mattress, you slowly straddle vinnie's lap, holding the camera up to frame the shot. but as you go to press the button, vinnie stirs from underneath you with a sleepy hum.

"good morning, sleepyhead," you greet him softly, brushing his hair back tenderly. vinnie blinks up at you, taking a moment to focus before smiling drowsily. "morning, baby. what're you up to?" he rumbles, voice husky from sleep. you lift the camera briefly.

"just wanna get some shots of you while you're all cozy. is that okay?" you ask sweetly. vinnie chuckles, stretching below you like a contented cat. "you sure know how to wake a guy up. go ahead, beautiful, do your thing."

grinning, you angle the camera down to capture your view—vinnie gazing up at you adoringly with sleepy eyes and bedhead, arms folded casually behind his head. when it prints, vinnie peeks at the square photo emerging.

"not bad for a first shot," he notes appreciatively. thrilled, you take a few more pictures from above; vinnie flashing lazy smiles and smug smirks, winking playfully in one. after the third print develops, you line them up on the nightstand with care.

"thank you for being my morning muse, babe," you coo, planting a kiss on his scruffy cheek. vinnie hums contentedly, large hands drifting up your bare thighs.

"no problem at all. i think i deserve some morning cuddles now though," he rumbles cheekily, strong arms wrapping around your waist to flip your positions. vinnie cages you below him, nuzzling your neck. sighing happily, you thread fingers through his messy curls as he trails kisses along your collarbones.

"thank you again for the camera, vinnie. i love it," you murmur gratefully. vinnie lifts his head, dark eyes glittering warmly. "only the best for my girl. i'm glad you're getting use out of it already. feel free to photograph me whenever you please," he teases playfully.

you laugh softly, tracing his defined jaw. "oh i plan to document all your cuddly, sleepy phases. might have to start an album," you muse. vinnie pretends to groan, burying his face back in your neck. "i think i've created a monster," he mumbles into your skin, making you giggle.

arching into his body heat, you exhaled sharply. "your handy work. now do these morning cuddles include kissing?" you inquire jokingly. vinnie chuckles, hovering over you with a playful smirk. "well, i suppose i could spare some kisses for my favorite girl," he drawls, dipping in to capture your lips warmly.

you hum happily into the tender kiss, hands sliding up vinnie's bare back. he holds your face gently between his large palms, slowly deepening the embrace with quiet reverence. you lose track of time drifting peacefully in vinnie's arms, exchanging sweet caresses and kisses under the golden morning light.

when you finally break for air, vinnie gazes down at you with so much adoration it takes your breath away. brushing back your tousled hair, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "i love you so much, baby. thanks for starting my day off right," he murmurs against your skin.

beaming, you squeeze vinnie tightly against you. "i love you too, babe. thanks for making every morning with you a gift." he smiles lovingly, pulling the blankets up cocoon-style to envelope you both protectively. your polaroid camera sits on the nightstand, ready to continue documenting all your cozy mornings together. and with vinnie's strong, comforting embrace all around you, you drift back to a peaceful doze with eyes full of promise for sweet tomorrows yet to come.

[poeproductions]

Meet Kari, our VERY FIRST SERGAL! ✨ Can you believe we've been making fursuits this long and have never made one? We're SUPER proud of her, she has a huge fluffy mane, vinyl claws, custom hand pattern, and keel padding! 🌟Follow @grayscalegryph.bsky.social !

We've got a lot of stuff coming up, and you can see all of our suits early plus WIPs on our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/c/PoeProductions

[aniraklova]

Oh no, how could I open studio, take a mesh and turn it into this, nonsense. How dare I to do anything ts4 related rn? shakes head

[yay855]

If you liked Tai growing up, you now are the exact kind of outgoing ADHD person who doesn't understand why all their friends think they're weird.

If you liked Matt growing up, I'm so sorry about your family and I hope your found family can tolerate your need to be alone sometimes.

If you liked Sora growing up, you're the most normal person you know in every way except your fashion sense.

If you liked Izzy growing up, you are the exact kind of person who thinks they could process digicode into a programming language. Whether you can or not is a different question.

If you liked Joe growing up, you are now the designated driver for your friends because someone has to do it and you don't like being drunk anyways.

If you liked Mimi growing up, you either watched the sub or stuck around long enough to realize she had hidden depths. Either way, you think the joke in that one digimon abridged series about her having a glock is hilarious.

If you liked TK growing up, I seriously hope you've gotten therapy for that imposter syndrome.

If you liked Kari growing up, you probably had to deal with being the youngest or the oldest in your friend group, depending on which series you prefer her in.

If you liked Daisuke growing up, you are the Tai fan's even weirder doppelganger, but you own that shit.

If you liked Yolei growing up, congratulations on coming out of the closet.

If you liked Cody growing up, you never needed therapy for imposter syndrome, but you have narrowly avoided getting in big trouble for punching someone's lights out when they were being a jerk.

If you liked Ken growing up... you either love Junji Ito works or you especially hate the 'dark spore' plotline to the point of ranting about it whenever it's brought up. I'm sorry about the depression and the executive dysfunction.

If you liked Takato growing up, you're either able to deal with very intense anger issues or your favorite Digimon games are the virtual pets because it means you get to actually interact with your digimon partner. Possibly both, with the latter used as a coping mechanism for the former.

If you liked Henry, you actually like the memes about Digimon being pokemon with guns, and you thought Joe was boring despite respecting his caution.

If you liked Rika, you're now an anarchist punk who likes to kick bigots and nazis in the balls, then make absolutely sure whoever they were harassing is okay. You are also most likely some flavor of queer, but whether or not anyone can tell which one depends on how you feel like dressing that particular day.

If you liked Marcus Damon, you still wish that he became part digimon so he could fight alongside Agumon the whole series, and probably have a WIP or plot bunny about that concept.

Keep in mind that your favorite character and your favorite crest are different things, and they say different things about you!

Also, a quick link to the abridged series clip mentioned. It's great, go watch it.

[karokawwo]

dis goober

[nickmpreg]

yessss

[writingamongther0ses]

That Person

Day 5 of @writeblrfantasy's WIP Romance Week, what other people think of them! And I'm bookending this with Siv and Kari from Bride of Loki!

Jealousy ached in Mabelle's chest.

The room was full of people, all willing to help Loki's cause, but even through the crowd, she could see Siv and Kari, standing together by the opposite wall. Siv was the only one in red, and they were the only two with that big of a height difference.

They look ridiculous, she snorted. It helped with the jealousy in her chest as Kari whispered something in Siv's ear. Whatever he whispered, Siv laughed, the noise lost in the heave of bodies but still ringing in Mabelle's ears.

Once, that had been her.

Once, she was the person Siv hovered by, the one to whisper snarky comments in her ear and make her laugh. She was the one who would pull her to dance to music, alone in their room, unlike Kari guiding her onto the dance floor. She had been that person...

Not for a long time.

Jealousy ached in her chest.