𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍.

[gravenlight]

canon divergent kyryll chudomirovich flins from genshin impact. this blog is low activity / mutuals only. i welcome crossovers & ocs, & will not interact with minors & proshippers. major spoilers for song of the welkin moon — exercise caution. influenced by bloodborne, bram stoker's dracula, & gothic horror media.

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LIGHTKEEPERS : @solaurous, @daemoniism, @huijarii ( + blogroll ), tba

[sumartungl-deactivated20260115]

"Someone please tell Mister Flins that he should take care of himself, since he seems to not want to listen to me."

[gravenlight]

      " oh, whoever gave you that idea ? "

[huijarii]

     He enjoys the chill just as much as anyone in Belobog might stand to   (  perhaps a bit more considering how scantily dressed he is. )   The silence that threatens to swallow the winds is one of the only things in the universe that can shake him out of his role. Unfortunately, the presence of another disrupts this tranquil state of mind. Sampo can't help himself.     ❝  I've got a blanket you can rent from me. I know it's stashed somewhere. An extra layer of warmth never killed anyone !   ❞

[gravenlight]

a flickering, yellow gaze toward his newly - acquired company : a familiar face, one who helped him some time ago with a job of sorts. " how large is this blanket, if i might ask ? " the corners of flins' eyes wrinkled — amused, perhaps. he decided to entertain sampo out of pure, idle boredom.

[gravenlight]

      he is there, in his own lane. everything is quite peaceful . . . for now.

[sviteer]

Nightmare masquerade

[rpclefairy]

removing the border update on images:

you'll need to use the stylus extension (chrome, firefox, opera, github), on mobile you can use this extension on firefox (extensions are not available on ios afaik)

create a style:

set it to work on all sites under the tumblr domain:

copy paste this code:

.GzjsW .CQmeg.lN9Zs.T94I2 > button:after, .GzjsW .CQmeg.lN9Zs.T94I2 > div > button:after, .GzjsW .CQmeg.lN9Zs.T94I2 > figure > div:after { border: none;}

that should be it, now transparent images should no longer have the ugly border.

however, please note that:

this does not remove the rounded border from solid images

this does not remove the color of the post background changing on hover.

this may stop working if tumblr changes things in the future. please don't send me abusive messages about it.

very quick edit:

i figured out how to stop the hovering change in bg color

add this to the same style:

:root {     --content-tint: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)!important;     --content-tint-strong: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)!important;     --content-tint-heavy: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)!important;}

[su-rodriguez]

Imagine it's 3 AM and this kind man just wants to escort you, and you end up having a heart attack-

[ravilth]

Wow fake blood

[ri-stalk]

3 days

[gravenlight]

@oprichnikitrooper : birthday gift of fire whiskey!!!!

      the fae wondered what soul thought it best to spread around knowledge of his nameday. save a couple souls, he never told anyone — believing it rather unimportant. did the culprit utter it within earshot of a fatuus ? regardless of personal issues with people breaking his trust, flins accepted the gift with a grateful nod & slight bow. fire whiskey was a most welcomed gift despite this development.

" i will be sure to treasure this, " the ratnik murmurs evenly.

[bunny-bun-bun-art]

Flins birthday is almost here. So here is some more drawings of flins

[aguilareye]

Boothill steps out into the dark with an unlit cigarette hanging on his lips as the door of the bar swings shuts behind him. The cold air bites at his cheeks, a sting that feels more real than any drink. He strikes a match and the tiny flame flares gold against his metal hands. Smoke curls up from the burning cigarette, white and thin as a foggy breath on a cold night, and Boothill takes a slow drag, exhaling through the quiet.

The wind carries the smoke sideways and for a brief moment, the shadows seem to move also, leaning this way and that, fluid as the burning flame, as if the shadows were watching, as if it were alive. 

Boothill narrows his eyes, confused. He's not drunk or even close to a buzz as the alcohol he sips is barely tasted on his tongue and converted into energy within the mechanical array of his body. It's the habit of drinking he cannot kick, the memories and misery at the bottom of the bottle he chases; so as to why the shadows are playing tricks on him … must be system failure, he thinks. 

The shadows, however, don't seem to settle. They crawl along the edges of a wall as if something is approaching and the air hums faintly. Boothill isn't easily spooked by shadows or what bumps in the night as he himself is just as terrifying to run into, but the memokeepers he's encountered have a nasty habit of slipping through walls and into people's minds.

That thought alone is enough to put his nerves on edge and Boothill turns, ready for Black Swan to show her cards, or maybe Reca … 

“FUCK!” 

Boothill stumbles back, the cigarette almost flying out from his mouth. A figure stands behind him, head tilted just enough that the pale yellow gleam of his eyes catches the light eerily. A familiar face. Another star of The Hunt. A Galaxy Ranger. One as incognito, and just as weird, as La Mancha themself.

“Flins! You! Damn near gave me a heart attack!" Boothill shakes his head. “Keep pullin’ that stunt, partner, an' one of these days I’ll shoot first an' 'pologize later.”

@gravenlight

[gravenlight]

      it had been quite a while since he ran into a comrade. due to the group's nomadic, solitary ways, one can go months, years — their entire lives — without meeting a galaxy ranger. they were enigmatic, but some more - so & flins fell into the latter category. the last time he closely worked with friends was this very man he was staring at. round, flaxen eyes peering at the cowboy unblinkingly. the shadows appeared to move & twist in his presence, but the man ( if he can even be called that ) himself was not unfriendly. it was something that came with the package, & every galaxy ranger seemed to have their own little quirks.

" my apologies, " the specter hummed — idly adjusting his gloves as he took a few steps back to put a respectable distance between them. " the taste of bullets & my flame are often at odds. " flins' lantern in question hung attached to his hip : its azure flame glowing bright. " if there is any real danger, mister boothill, my lantern will notify us right away. anyways — it has been a few months since we last worked together, no ? "

[almoxly]

[gravenlight]

@solaurous : 'twas a rather loud night ; a storm settled outside over nod krai. golden embers falling from phainons fingertips, the sun - embodiment could not find it in himself to settle down. howling causing him unrest. sighing softly, the man gave up & walked over to the graveyard keeper. hair a soft blond, eyes entirely engulfed by the light within, he shuffled closer & closer. skin crawling from the anxiety, hands shaking as WIND ROARING grew louder. more aggressive. he hated the sounds. they reminded him of gruesome battles ; breath stuttering in his chest. he needed, wanted to feel safe. overcoming own fears of rejection, sun - devourer soon knelt over flins on the chair. one knee each at the sides of the fae, chest against chest. a happy, rumbling sound followed. phainon hiding his head in the crook the other's neck. nose running alongside skin, softly. carefully. while arms wrap around his torse, fingers playing with loose hair. " -- i hope you don't mind. " ( i needed this; ) was left unsaid, a soft kiss pressed against his jawline ; grateful for the comfort. the calm that swept over him thanks to the physical contact. another little peck to his cheek this time --- a little laugh fell from alive weapon's lips. who'd have thought that one made to wreck havoc / bring destruction can laugh like this? it was chiming like bells --- the melody as soft as a violin solo in a play. " --- you're comfortable. " a little cheek there, hands still busy carefully combing through long strands with his fingers.

      the lighthouse's interior lacked space to properly house more than two people, & even then it can be a tight squeeze. despite the debris / malfunctioning appliances, flins kept it as dust & cobweb free as possible. it was home after all, even though the catacombs were his primary residence. seated on a chair in the main area, he was busying himself with a bone jigsaw — cleaning each piece & laying them out in the desired shape on a table in front of him. phainon was somewhere in the structure, & he trusted him enough to not always have his ears on a pivot. footsteps grew closer, convincing the fae to set the last piece into place & lean back — viewing the intended structure from another angle.

the white - haired man with golden ichor flowing in his veins thought differently.

      he made an ' oomph ' sound when phainon climbed into his lap. face buried in the crook of neck earned the other a surprised expression / soft smile. " perhaps i needed a break after all, " he mumbled — voice quiet & gentle. one gloved hand pats fellow fae's head, the other traced delicate circles along the areas he knows those jagged monstrosities jut out. phainon's fingers combing through indigo locks had his eyelashes fluttering : a sign of exhaustion in the lightkeeper.

" you can stay here. just mind the items on the table when you are satisfied. "

[dukesgrace]

@gravenlight asked:

" — you are a long way from home. "       no one in nod - krai, let alone snezhnaya, dressed & walked like that. the ratnik purposefully did not pry into it much, for it would be simply be rude of him to do so. however, he was a curious creature by nature : thus, the empty space next to the duke was now occupied at the bar counter in the flagship. demyan filled up a glass with fire water & slid it in front of him, & received several pieces of mora in return. flins crossed one leg over the other at the knee : round, aureate eyes blinking slowly as he stared down at him ( for height reasons, of course ). no one questioned the sudden appearance of the lightkeeper. to them, he already existed in this space since the tavern first opened. " if you are open to indulging me, that is. "

Fontaine had been... very much still recovering from the stuff that happened with Lady Furina and all when Neuvillette decided it was best to get Wriothesley to leave for awhile from the Fortress. Of course he'd talked that over and he'd ended up taking up a job on the side that was called a 'vacation' by heading out to Nod Krai of all places.

With a little walk around here and there, he'd ended up right at the Flagship to take a rest. Honestly, anxiety aside from being this far out, Wriothesley didn't seem to show it at least. Left ear was flitting a bit as he listened to the chat around him only to suddenly catch on to his own company.

Ice like blue eyes glance over as he tilts his head. The other's outfit was striking and... a bit neutral just like his own but the aura he knew the other had quite literally ALL around him made Wriothesley glance down for a second or even two before finally replying once he's looking up, his ears forward despite not many seeing it when his hair was styled as such.

" I am indeed far from where I've lived for quite awhile, nice catch there." He answers simply before glancing to the drink he'd been offered. He's surprised he didn't even have a reaction to the sudden appearance but that's probably due to his own past of knowing to watch out all around him...mostly. Wriothesley's reaching out to it.

Strong. Very strong. He's had that strength before so he just looks back to the other, "Why not? Names Wriothesley by the way."

[gravenlight]

      lips curl almost imperceptibly. he noticed something about this one ( wriothesley ) that served to keep him engaged. swirling the contents of his glass around, he filed away the information he learned for later. if someone wished to remain hidden among proper society, then their wishes shall be respected. " i am flins. it's a pleasure to meet you acquaintance. " in the tavern, he was aware of every noise — every word that should have been kept unspoken if not for drinks.

" how people carry themselves tells a lot about them. you'd be amazed at how much one can learn from that alone. " was it a not - so subtle way of saying : i know ?

[gravenlight]

@piorgan : * rerir unwrapping just to bite him *

      sea foam lapped at the lightkeeper’s heels as he walked — empty gaze cast out over the rocky shores. eyes slowly turned left & right, much like the lighthouse behind him. its light cleaved through the dark, but its reach was seemingly confined to the graveyard. even before the dilapidated structure was fixed, kyryll had grown accustomed to the dark. after all, the light of the blue flame shined brightest. it continued to do so now : confined in a lantern, casting an azure glow against nod krai's bleak background. legend & superstition surround it.

a cacophony of whispers — ancient fae echoing / taunting. that . . . thing materialized. the stench was awful, rancid : charred wood / damp soil. corpse in a perpetual state of rot. flins' gaze flickers — unnervingly calm, anticipating rows of jagged, razor - sharp teeth chomping down on his shoulder & devour him.

of course he did. rerir was nothing but a broken man, fueled by a centuries - old obsession. he covets what he cannot have. this fae was one of many.

      pain blossomed from where the sinner tore through : silver - white blood pouring forth from puncture wounds, outlined by wisps of blue flame that cloyed at his lungs. a pained gasp ruptured his throat, yet flins' expression stayed the same.

                                                  impassive. apathetic.

" hungry, hungry little dog. "

[batfig-deactivated20250903]

there is something erotic about irritating a man. i’m really enjoying pissing you off. do you want fuck me yet