#kowen

[juliette-bishop]

@kingston-anon keep him happy

[storythievesheadcanons]

Kara likes karaoke and asks Owen to sing with her whenever they have spare time! 

[lantsart]

There will be new kid characters next update! In fact, there will be a few!

Other notes: Hiev's species faces some specific design challenges when it comes to fashion because of their antlers. They don't wear any pull overs (no tshirts, sweaters, etc), and most of their clothes either button from the front or the back.

[lanihaluki]

the soulmatism of meeting your best friend/crush for the first time in their past but your future

[mannyblacque]

Deck The Skulls With Boughs Of Holly

Art by Von Kowen | Instagram

[lunaticus-platina]

That goddamn smirk of his.

That smug, self-satisfied upturn of lips did him in.

It couldn't be helped now. Just for that small infuriating action, BK would show the whole wide word how deep his own idiocy reached its roots. There was no winner without the beaten, no game without a pawn, no play without the actor, and he was quite a jester if he'd say so himself. Being a King's clown is the highest honor, he used to say. To him the sentinel of North Kill was no mere Knight. He was every bit deserving of that crown.....only, it was not what the man wanted.

Power, he surely craved. But it only stemmed from the stolen control over his life, his very own fate. Struggle for freedom and individuality, whilst juggling his two major obligations: maintaining the sacred oath intact, which keeps the morality and community secure, and upholding his role to guard the kingdom of the old malignant monarchs. Decades of dedication was a testament to his loyalty.

Loyalty. Out of all the traits a person could possess, Loyalty, was what drew BK in the most. Being born with a heart three times too big to properly fit into the ribcage, he made a habit of wearing it on his sleeve at all times, on full display. All kinds of vermins gathered by the fresh, bright, beating source of life. Mind games became a norm, betrayals, routines. His charred, tethered and mangled heart has been sewed back together until he lost count. Yet he held on. All that trials did him was making his skin thicker, mind tougher, and his heart stronger than ever before. And so he waited. With that same burning heart dangling at his sleeve, he illuminated the dark path ahead with it, the little boy inside him still looking for that treasure that'll make his endeavors all worth it.

And what a treasure he found. Living in an era where sincerity is as rare as a meteorite shard in a desert, to find a man who is genuine in every abrupt way without a single word said out loud. The sheriff sure could keep his mouth shut, but his mask was crudely drawn over the painful awkwardness and fear of possible denigration or rejection. The old cop's uptight demeanor amused BK greatly. Not too often did he come across such an intractable creature. If he wanted, he could have his way, like usual. But something told him it was not the right approach.

No, he had to lose. He had to lose a lot.

He was to be the giving tree. Every red ripe apples belonging to his special one, the cool, shady spot under his leaves reserved for only one grumpy man to sit and rest. Branches he'd gladly break down to be used as timber woods, warming that man's soul on frigid days, even the sturdy trunk, he'd let be chopped away, so the man could build a cozy home for himself, a refuge for his weary self.

To love was to give. How could he call it a sacrifice, when there was no loss? Travis gave him plenty. His company. His effort. His trust. Which all translated to care. The more he poured into the other, the fuller his heart felt. This was love, he was sure. Too hard he tried to turn away from the implication, blaming Chronos and Moirai for such unpromising predicament they put him into. But he had to cherish what little he had. For what little time he was given.

Travis Hackett was more than what he could've asked for. So he decided, it must be the universe's last ditch attempt at apology. A final gift.

The hanging man closed his eyes, smiling a crooked smile.

[silentoatmeal]

Zai Kowen, Dawn Rest (2022)

[athespaceace]

James Riley Appreciation Week 2024

Day 3

Swap ✅️ / Party ❎️

For swap, I chose first (for some) meetings for my fave time travel parallel couples!

Kowen at Stonhenge and Fyrus at the time prison

[clownarchivist]

Kowen and Luca!! 💙

[rdl45]

Kowen

[storythievesheadcanons]

Kowen says screw gender roles

Despite mutual pining for a while, Kara made the first move and asked Owen out

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[mannyblacque]

HAIL SANTA by Von Kowen | Instagram