#kiyan fanart

[unbury-the-gays]

Here soft Kiyan in Adrien's silk robe

Our HC is that Kiyan always secretly steals one from Adrien before he goes on the path. He's pretty sure Adrien won't notice, he has so many of them. But of course, Adrien knows exactly which one is missing. And he knows it's Kiyan's doing.

A.

WIPs below the cut

pose reference

[meepthemeeping]

Part 1 Cats being cats

Part 2

[jayofolympus-writes]

11, 12, and 22 please! 💜💜

11. Recommend a fic with an unusual/original headcanon or characterisation that you loved

Oh god do I really have to choose just one? I'm gonna be a cheater and go for 3.

the Time is a Dangerous Enemy series by @tumbleweedtech for the interesting take on Aen Seidhe gender is a must read

Endless Forms Most Beautiful by @liaonyxrayne is a lovely trans!Geralt fic that I adored

A Bloom of Warmth by @round--robin is a beautiful take on Erland and how his age must weigh on him sometimes

12. Recommend some fanart of an uncommon character, place, or event

I will never not screech over this art of Gaetan by @piranhaincaps, and @zkretchy 's Kiyan makes my brain happy

22. Give kudos to someone who deserves recognition for their contributions to the fandom (event mod, server mod, creator of rec lists, etc.)

Oh, the list here is endless. @continentcakeshop, obviously, but I would like to call out @trickstermoose67, @winter-fir, and @lookoutrogue specifically for all the cheering, prompting, and constant energy they provide

[blackberrywars]

I saw the flash fic thing you're doing!! If you're in the mood any of your adorable Kitten Shenanigans™ would be delightful ❤️❤️❤️

Ask and ye shall receive, my friend! It ended up just slightly angstier than intended, because witchers and Vesemir are involved, but I hope it meets your expectations for the Kitten Shenanigans™. Full disclosure, it is heavily inspired by this post.

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Kittens love to be tossed.

This epiphany —perhaps the most important one in all of Guxart’s many, many years of raising kittens into Cats— came at the cost of his ungreyed temples and his witcher-slow pulse. All he remembers now, four decades later, is that he had been walking through a Toussaint forest with Gezras when a horrible, ear-piercing shriek shattered the peaceful morning air. It had ripped through him like poison. Made his guts fall through to his feet. Nearly took him out at the knees before he whipped his useless body around, sprinting to the source, the lake where he’d left his kittens to bathe. Another scream found his ears, and he barely fucking registers the orange blur of Gezras beside him as he pushed ahead, bursting though the treeline to save his kitten 

“Lexandre!”

The sound nearly tore his throat apart, but how could he care? Just beyond the shores stood Lexandre, cowering from the claws of a water hag. He ran. Vicious, disgusting claws tore into his back as he tackled his kitten, curling him into his chest and away from the danger. He barely felt them, just kicked away underwater as fast as he could, hearing the sound of steel on flesh, knowing that Gezras had the danger in hand so he could focus on getting his precious cargo to safety. When Lexandre began to scratch at his arm, he pulled them upwards to the surface, took their heads above the sudden waves.

He expected screaming. He expected whimpering and sobbing, to have to comfort his kittens and scold them in the morning.

He hadn’t expected laughter.

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From that day onward —when the beat of his heart had kept pace only with the rapid, joyful cries of “Again! Again! Again!” as rowdy kits begged to be tackled once more— Guxart had a new tool to wrangle his growing clowder. Lakes, rivers, bushes, leaf piles, snowdrifts, pillows. Other kittens, on occasion. And oftentimes, right back into his arms. Any and every surface that could give them a somewhat soft landing, and Guxart has both an irresistible reward for good behavior and a deterrent for excessive mischief, all in one. Good kits are tossed, repeatedly. Naughty kits would have to, unsatisfyingly, throw themselves. It minimizes considerable damage. So, when he decides to show Vesemir his newfound knowledge, he expects more gratitude than he gets, and maybe even a fun, tossing-related reward of his own.

“What the actual fuck, Guxart.”

It was foolish, in retrospect.

“What? They’re having fun, look at ‘em.” 

Guxart’s newest charge, a dwarvish girl just barely past five summers, falls hard into his arms, giggling with glee. Kiyan’s weight pulls at the strained muscles of his back the same way her smile pulls at the strained strings of his too-soft heart. Shrödinger handles his other kit, Joël, in a similar manner, tossing him higher still. The pair had done excellent in their drills today, and had been slowly learning to hold knives properly with no delays, thanks to the promise of being tossed. His wolf snarls, curling his lip. It’s handsome, but ultimately unnecessary.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, damnit! What the fuck are you even doing to them? What for?”

“I’ll be fine, pretty boy. My kits aren’t so big yet. And it’s called kitten-tossing, a favorite pastime around here.”

He catches Kiyan again, and lets the resistant kitten wiggle her way out of his arms to be tossed by some other willing elder before turning back to his sometimes-lover.

“The long and short is that they like it. It keeps the hellions sweet, and I thought you’d appreciate that for your own little pack. I’m sure they’re no kits, but surely not all of your pups are as stiff as the pole stuck up Rennes’ ass.”

“Don’t you bring up Rennes, not when he doesn’t know I’m even here. What are you coddling them for? With their odds, what’s the point?”

Guxart sighs, rubbing at his graying temples. The movement makes his shoulder twinge again, but he ignores it again.

“Fuck off, Vesi. I can love them at least a little while, or however long they last. Besides, I think it really does help them —we don’t just get lucky picking acrobatic children, not with how desperate we’ve been for new trainees. The throwing… balances them, oddly enough.”

“Maybe. Or it’ could be what makes them all crazy.”

It’s a low blow, and it stings like bitter herbs in a fresh wound. But Vesemir can’t stay for long, so Guxart lets it slide with a wink and a laugh. A joke.

“Then what’s my excuse, hm? And yours, for coming here?”

“Don’t make it like that. You’ve always had your way of handling your recruits, and I won’t stop you. Lexandre turned out mostly fine, explosives aside.”

With that, the Wolf bumps his hip against Guxart’s, the best apology he can make, and Guxart takes it. He likes his way, and this method is one of his best to not only prepare his kittens for witcher life, but show them some kind of affection under the guise of training. It works, whether Vesemir understands it or not. He’ll bet anything the bastard adopts it himself, once he gets a pup who needs it badly enough.

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[lullabyashes]

“It’s going to rain today...” // “Do you think tomorrow will be sunny?”

[jemas18]

[frostleni]

sanrio boys !!

[zkretchy]

doodled 1 piece of Kiyan having a bad time (not out here (yet?) so no you didn’t miss it) and immediately went and drew 2 pieces of him just having a nice time (yes even on a ship shush) to even it out cause I felt sorry and also love him-he deserves good things

[entirepeepeeman]

sk8r boye B)

(tap for better quality hehe)

[anxx-arrt]

two bros chilling on the bed,,, holding hands,,

[bubblegumflavor]

Sooo I made my first Zap Creatives order and I bought a button machine and now these cuties are available on my ETSY as Keychain, Sticker and Buttons, all cuddly and glittery :'3 (I ship worldwide if you are interested in decorating your bag or car or face or someone else's back when they're not looking, with one of these happy bbys :'3)

[unbury-the-gays]

Witcher Kiyan with his demon inside. From our Who sows the wind, reaps the storm fic

Pose reference

[gattinarubia]

concept for ep 11: reki and langa take miya to a cat cafe so reki can make it up to miya

[kemavo]

A sketch of Reki because it's been a while

(I also just like drawing pretty bois)

[dreamygirl66paralyzed]

reki is my love 

[fisheoctrashdump]

Kiyan, to Lillie and Julius: hey, that boy looks cute :3c

Kiyan: let's break his legs.

Lillie and Julius: