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Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!
I made this quick nightsilver doodle for the occasion^^
Sorry it’s unfinished been pretty unmotivated lately, but if I do finish it, I’ll probably make it my banner:)
Aaaaye won my girl @cocopineo a tablet in a contest by @aikohellscape ! Made some art and posted it to my other Tumblr
This is the winning art
I had a lot of fun drawing this and it's really been a long time since I even bothered joining any contest and drew something that honestly made me feel alot of joy. Hope to do another in the future.
Overall I hope my bestie enjoys this !
I picture in my lil AU that Pietro gets kicked out of the brother hood after fucking up for the umpteenth time. Not that he betrayed the team but he fucked up for lying in general. Magneato is with the X men so ge dosent even think to turn to his dad.
What was the secret? He and kurt have been shaking up and pretty much the only people who know are the brotherhood and Magneato.
How dose Magneato know? Well he's a dad and he noticed the body language between the two during altercations.
You can imagine how shooketh kurt is when mags tells him. To tell his son that he says hi when he's going to sneak out.
Basically in my AU the two have been seeing each other for a while and bot sing slight influences on eachother. Kurt breaking through a bit of Pietro's jaded walls . And Pietro basically teaching kurt that he dose need to be wary of people he trusts like the professor. Nobody that kind is without secrets and if he's willing to withhold information from him about his past while willing to bring someone important from.his past IE Magneato and still not tell him? That's rather suspicious
In my AU there is also other info the professor is withholding.
More on this ship I like how lovey dovey they are in the fics from the early 2000s but....these two would be annoying eachother as boyfriends. I also imagine it mostly being Pietro doing so. With his teasing and such.
Kurt gives Puerto hope that there is good in humanity and he feels a lil but more at ease to be vulnerable. Like he can actually allow himself to be weak,emotional in ways he hasn't been able to.
Kurt also feels like he can relax with Pietro's background with more unsavory people he feels like he dosent have to be happy goofy and chirper and he dosent have worry about not looking threatening when upset. He dosent have to choreograph how he presents negative emotions.
Because pie trees up in a pro mutant household for a bit these things dont freak him out. Like things kinda do with the others even if they dont mean to make kurt feel insecure. He notices when they eye him like he's going to do something if he looks upset.
It no longer frequent like when he first showed up nut sone insecurities linger.
( yeah I kinda interpret Kurt's outward mutaion to come with a mix of isssues queer and poc people face )
Also I Imagine this not starting as a wholsome pairing starting experimental and physical sense why they hide this from their teams. And then they do something crazy between hook ups....
They have *gasp* conversations like genuine ones and them it's down hill from there
Happy pride! Had to draw these cuties in honor of pride month
Somewhere across the multiverse, a blue mutant is making a speedster forget how to breathe.
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I was working on just a Pietro version but then I decided to make a Peter version for @sixbeee cuz they have fueled my night silver obsession since the start. Anyway I hope you like it🫶🏽 I actually forgot what Kurt looked like since I hadn’t seen the movie in so long
Finally finished the lineart on this so I thought I’d post since it’s been a while that I got nightsilver art out :3c
One More Rat Couldn’t Hurt… Right?
Pietro stood in the doorway, staring at the rat mansion that had claimed a significant portion of their bedroom like it was some kind of invasive species. It had already become a fixture in their lives—Velvet and Nitro ruling over their tiny kingdom with adorable tyranny, completely immune to his grumbling. But tonight? Tonight, Pietro had a bad feeling.
Because Kurt was giving him that look.
The one that meant he wanted something.
“So…,” Kurt began, rocking back on his heels, tail curling like it was winding up for an attack. “Did you know that a Double Critter Nation can actually house up to six rats?”
Pietro’s hands immediately flew to his temples. “Absolutely not.”
Kurt didn’t even flinch. “Hear me out—”
“Nope.” Pietro waved him off. “Nope, nope, nope, I already let you turn half our bedroom into a rat resort—”
“Pietro,” Kurt interrupted, pressing a hand to his chest in that theatrical, pleading way he did when he really wanted to get his way. “Think of how happy Velvet und Nitro would be with more friends! Rats are incredibly social creatures. A proper mischief size is at least four to six!”
Pietro leveled him with the most unimpressed look known to mankind. “I know you did not just say ‘mischief’ like that’s a normal-ass word for a group of animals.”
Kurt grinned. “It is the normal word.”
Pietro dragged his hands down his face. “Jesus Christ.”
“And!” Kurt continued, his voice bright with enthusiasm—completely ignoring Pietro’s dramatic suffering. “I was thinking of modifying the base with plexiglass so they can burrow, which is a natural behavior that would make them so much happier—”
Pietro’s hands slammed onto his hips. “You wanna give them a basement?!”
Kurt beamed. “Yes!”
Pietro inhaled, long and deep, like a man trying to keep himself from spontaneous combustion. “Kurt. Babe. Light of my life. We already live in a glorified shoebox. You really wanna dedicate more of our space to tiny rodents?”
Kurt clasped his hands together, tail flicking in excitement. “Ja.”
Pietro exhaled sharply. “No.”
Kurt’s grin didn’t falter. Didn’t even twitch. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and—before Pietro could brace himself—turned the screen toward him.
Pietro squinted. A website. Some kind of rescue page. And at the top, a listing with a little blurb beneath it.
“Sisters looking for a forever home! Bonded pair of young females—very sweet, curious, and playful! Would thrive best in a home with other friendly rats!”
Pietro scowled. “Kurt.”
Kurt clicked on the page, and suddenly, there were pictures.
Two tiny white-and-grey rats curled up together in a hammock. One peeking curiously at the camera with tiny pink hands gripping the edge of a fleece-lined shelf.
Pietro felt something shift inside him.
No. No, no, no, no, no—
He did not want more rats.
He was not gonna be emotionally manipulated by two little goblins with whiskers—
Kurt, sensing the exact moment Pietro’s resistance wavered, leaned in with a grin so smug Pietro wanted to strangle him.
“You love them,” Kurt sing-songed, golden eyes positively glowing.
Pietro scoffed, crossing his arms, digging deep for the last shreds of his dignity. “I do not.”
Kurt pointed at the phone. “You’re literally softening.”
“I am not.”
“Your face is doing the thing.”
Pietro scowled. “What thing?!”
Kurt’s tail flicked behind him as he poked Pietro’s cheek. “The melty thing.”
Pietro swatted his hand away. “Shut up.”
Kurt giggled. “You looove them.”
Pietro groaned, dragging his hands through his hair like he could physically shake off the undeniable reality that, yes, okay, maybe they were cute. Maybe he could tolerate two more. Maybe he’d already lost this battle before it even began.
Kurt gave him exactly five seconds of silence before dealing the final blow.
“Please, Schatzi?”
Pietro jerked his head up.
Oh, hell no.
That—that was cheating.
Kurt almost never pulled out the pet names unless he really wanted something, and Pietro hated how instantly his body betrayed him.
His jaw tightened. His brain screamed. His heart lost the war.
“FINE!” he barked, spinning toward the bed and flopping onto it like he’d just been mortally wounded. “Fine! Get your goddamn rats! I don’t even care anymore!”
Kurt gasped. “You do care!”
Pietro pointed an accusatory finger at him. “If you tell anyone I caved, I will leave you at the grocery store and never come back.”
Kurt giggled, leaning over to kiss the top of Pietro’s head. “Danke, Liebling.”
Pietro groaned into the pillow. “I hate you.”
Kurt grinned, tail curling affectionately around his ankle. “Nein, you don’t.”
And by the next week, their apartment had four rats.
… And, yeah, okay. Maybe Pietro kinda liked them. But if Kurt ever told anyone, Pietro was throwing him and the cage out the window.
Little babies<3
Just wanted an excuse to draw them in there cute kid outfits