#oniwanbashu

[tiakaneko]

What does Vin’s beloved Penny look like? Would love to see her!

1. Canon Winter Promenade dance from their current main storyline. He has no idea he is falling in love.

2. High school AU with friends, but these are the friends in university/college (except Merry who's already working as a lawyer, iirc)

3. Love them lots

4. They love them

[storyranger]

@artsy-hobbitses

[marabolt]

Happy birthday!

The happiest of birthdays to @artsy-hobbitses!

Here’s a song for you! Can’t upload the audio because copyright but here are the lyrics! Sung to the tune of Pelicans We by @cosmosheldrake-blog, which you can listen to here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRtVFIsYPLI

Hope you like it!

The Oniwanbashu Chorus

Queen of my heart Oniwanbashu be; No other one but her for me! None but her have weird ass mind! With shining eyes and heart so kind! Drawing, layering, coloring glee! I think no one so lovely as she! Tweeting, Tumblng, DeviantArt skill! I think so then, and I thought so, still!

We live in Denai, with cats we love, By night she draws while I sleep above, By day she sleeps, and at noon she rose, To edit blocks of broadsheet prose, And when the sun sinks slowly down, And chicken roasts til golden brown, We feast and laugh and watch a show, In the evening light's warm yellow glow, Hand in hand, we drive around, While music plays, a pleasant sound, I kiss her fondly at midnight, And eagerly wait for next day's light

Queen of my heart Oniwanbashu be; No other one but her for me! None but her have weird ass mind! With shining eyes and heart so kind! Drawing, layering, coloring glee! I think no one so lovely as she! Tweeting, Tumblng, DeviantArt skill! I think so then, and I thought so, still!

[tiakaneko]

Youngin's going up against seasoned veterans in the War Games, which will decide the country's top governing Triumvirate.

Akane belongs to Ayumon, Vin belongs to me and Meirion belongs to Oniwanbashu

[cesaroscoffee]

Fanart #RAW

[gearfeathers-clan]

Lair Review: Oniwanbashu #42357

I was thrilled to see some of your dragons had personality blurbs! I love reading them.

We'll start off with Jotunheim. He's a pretty BA tundradude, and his story is great. He certainly looks tough, at any rate. I'm liking his wings kept basic, too. All of the genes out right now might be too busy or fancy for a guy like him.

I'm a fan of Varda's name. Also I'm a fan of the color blue. And her cape. Though I kind of want her to sit down and be a lump of blue...

Okay yeah, that'll work. Maybe she needs the crimson emperor familiar. That's the icy blue one of the moth antelopes, right? Yeah, I think that's right. More blue for Varda.

You cannot go wrong with Cyndi Lauper. Ever.

Dark bodied/warm winged skydancers will never not catch my eye. I kind of like her antlers, though I'm not real sure about the rest of ther apparel. The green's not really speaking to me, y'know? But I suppose if you went with the red it would clash with the necklace on the vest, so eh.

[kessuburd]

Gghghggh

Literally the only thing I want for Christmas this year

the ONLY THING

is to have a chance to see my brosis when she comes to the States this month

I could technically afford the plane ticket because I saw a couple going for $435 but I'd be dipping into my savings money and I don't think I can really do that right now unless somebody helped me which I know is not gonna happen.

just

/quietly curls up and sobs

[kessuburd]

Oops I wrote a thing

I watched The Grey for the first time last night and holy shit it was really good but fucking devastating oh my god.

So I wrote a thing as an attempt to relieve some of the FEELINGS.

Clouds of steam billowed into the frozen air from Rory's chapped lips, as it did from Mathis's where he sat propped against a fallen tree, as it did from the mouths of half a dozen wolves that circled them only a few yards away. "I'm sorry Rory, I couldn't see zhe ledge," Mathis panted, clutching an ankle twisted at an unnatural angle. Even in the bitter cold his face was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "I couldn't--" "Shut yer gob, lad." said the Scot standing over him, wiping blood from a split lip. His other hand was clutched to his side, striving to stem a growing patch of red. "Just go on, I can distract zhem, zhey'll stay for--" "I said SHUT IT. There's no way I'm runnin' from a lot of bloody mutts. Open yer pack." Knowing it was pointless to argue further Mathis obeyed, keeping his eyes fixed on the snarling animals the entire time, hands moving slowly in hopes that he wouldn't provoke them to attack. " "Now give me those whiskey bottles, whatever's left of 'em." Mathis threw him an incredulous glare. "Mon frere, I don't think now is the time for drinking ourselves into a stupor." "Just fuckin' do it. Get that tape out too." Once this was done, Rory hurriedly ripped himself a couple of lengths of sturdy electrical tape and bound a few of the bottles to his hand, doing the same with his knife in the other. He handed Mathis the rest of the whiskey as he smashed the ones he held against the log to create a set of jagged makeshift knuckledusters. He turned for a moment to give Mathis a crooked grin. "If we're goin' down, we'd might as well take a few of 'em with us, eh? What do ye say, lad? One more time, just the two of us?" Mathis, eyes lighting up in sudden understanding, pulled a grim smile and began to rip off more lengths of tape with his teeth. "Oui. Just zhe two of us."

Rory pulled the Frenchman to his feet as the wolves circled closer and with a  few muffled grunts of pain they managed to set themselves back to back to stare defiantly at the beasts that hemmed them in. Over the past few days of wandering in the wilderness they had managed to kill three wolves, but there was little hope that they could take down the rest of the pack at once. It was into the fray this time, for the last good fight they'd ever know. "RIGHT YE BOGGIN' KNOBHEIDS, come bring yer ugly mugs over here an' have a taste o' what we got, aye?" "We'll give you zhe worst bellyache you've ever had, you ugly bastards!" The biggest member of the pack stopped and crouched, yellow eyes fixed on Rory's icy blue. "COME ON THEN!!" The wolf sprang with teeth bared, snarl almost drowned out by the brothers' defiant shout. Blood spattered across the newfallen snow.