Remember The Golden Age?
"It seems you took a wrong turn.", he says without so much as looking up from the papers he is reading. "The armory is further down the hallway. Or is there anything I can do for you?"

OOC:
My sorry attempt to RP as (somewhat AU because of the hair color) Kozmotis Pitchiner.
Roleplaying blog, mostly. I prefer 'serious', 'mature' roleplaying to everything else, but I'll be reblogging funny shit anyway. I'm just not into the whole M!A stuff, sorry.
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//So here’s the deal - there’s a voting going on over at Facebook, it’s for a model contest, and as I’ve never won a single contest in my life, I’m really trying hard with this one. 

All you have to do to do me a huge favor is just click this link and “like” my photo. Here’s a preview what you’re going to be “liking” on FB.

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//Last day of voting! Reblogging again because I need a few more votes. Please take a few seconds to like my pic on Facebook and, if you feel like it, reblog this. I’m not even in the top 3 as of now, because people posted in so-called “Voting Groups” and got 1k likes in 2 hours. =/

//Reblogging one last time. I just need 6 more votes! *puppy eyes*

((Do it, please. =D))

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Finished just in time for sexual sunday. Ebony knows how to distract her husband from all that dreadfully boring paperwork :3

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Did another NSFW sketch of Koz and Ebony, this time based on an RP with KPitchiner :3 Enjoy

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Sexual Sunday arts!

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Based on talks with KPitchiner, some art and a mini drabble with Ebony and Kozmotis

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Fourlegged friends (RP with KPitchiner and Motherovernature)

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The young girl watched the two with owl like little eyes, taking in the behavior of her two parents in the most focused of fashions. As if she would be able to read what the gestures meant and translate them into an understandable message.

When her father mentioned bed she remembered how tired she actually did feel. Tilting her head to the side, she looked sideways at the large dog and moved over to it. Seraphina gave it a timid hug around the neck, burying her face into it’s fur. It just stood there, tongue lolling out to the side.

Letting go of the dog she went and gave her mother a hug and kiss good night before looking up at her father, arms stretched up for him to pick her up.

"Okay, I think bed sounds like a good idea." she said with a soft smile.

Ebony returned the kiss and hug with a gentle smile. A small, wicked part of her was tempted to suggest that she should tell Kozmotis she would take over bedtime tonight, but she ignored it. Only stupid, cruel wives did that sort of thing, and she had no interest in going down that path.

Instead, she went over and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to clean up, and then I’m going to bed.” She said, “I’ll see you in a bit.” She gave Sera another kiss goodnight (“sweet dreams, Butterfly,”) and then headed upstairs.

In the bathroom, she cleaned up and changed into a nightgown before she headed to the bedroom, where she froze, and then crossed her arms at the sight of how the massive hound (honestly, how was that a puppy?) had apparently used the element of surprise by sneaking past her husband, while he put Sera to bed, and had taken up… well, his side of the bed.

"If you drool on me, I’m kicking you out." Ebony said, as she stubbornly climbled into her side of the bed and lay down.
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She must have been more tired than she thought, because she could have sworn that she had only closed her eyes for a minute. Still, Ebony felt refreshed when she woke up and she sat up and stretched with a sigh, rubbing her eyes as she squinted at the morning sun. The dog was also still lying on Kozmotis’ side of the bed, snoring like a heavy-weight tank. Ebony raised a brow, wondering if it had snuck back once Kozmotis had gotten out of bed, or if he had spent the night somewhere else.

Wherever he had slept, he was currently in the bathroom; artificial light shone through the small crack in the door and the noise of running water could be heard, along with the sound of a razor scraping off beard stubbles. It was his week off after all, and he didn’t want to go outside looking like a savage. It would only cause people to start rumors. Again.

The dog in turn started wagging his tail as soon as he noticed that the second occupant of the bed had woken up, and he also lifted his massive head, tilting it to one side as if he was expecting something from her just now. From the bathroom, a somewhat mumbled “Good morning.” could be heard - the crack in the door lined up perfectly with the blonde’s gaze in the mirror, and his half shaven, half foam-covered face gave her a short smile before he continued shaving.

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Model: me (and the Eurasian Eagle-Owl Caspar)
Photo by: Stella

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Model: me (and the Eurasian Eagle-Owl Caspar)

Photo by: Stella

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//Here, have a mun pic (actually three pics) for munday from a photo shooting with the wonderful Stella a few weeks ago!
Shit, it’s already tuesday. Well, enjoy them anyway.

isaac-hawthorne:

//Here, have a mun pic (actually three pics) for munday from a photo shooting with the wonderful Stella a few weeks ago!

Shit, it’s already tuesday. Well, enjoy them anyway.

Fourlegged friends (RP with KPitchiner and Motherovernature)

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The girl held still, as well as held her breath as the dog sniffed her face. It’s nose was wet and warm, her eyes cracked open to look at the animal as it examined her. Letting her breath out slowly Seraphina reached her hand out toward the animal with a small, but growing smile.

"You saved his life papa?" She asked taking a step toward the giant dog, her hands extended toward it’s side to offer some scratches.

"That makes you a hero you know… does this mean… we get to keep him?"

My husband, the Golden General and a sneaky bastard to boot! Ebony thought as she pretty much glowered at Kozmotis. Where most men would have come up with some bullheaded excuse of how they needed a dog, or how some would go so far as to simply get a dog and not allow their family to have any say in the matter, her husband did things differently.

For one thing, he knew that Ebony had never been fond of large dogs. Granted, that was how it was with the war hounds that were in the army. They were meant to be intimidating four legged attackers, not household pets.

But he also knew that Ebony was always willing to at least listen before judging. Even if the introduction had not been the most elegant one, it had been the playful enthusiasm of a large puppy, not any vicious attack dog.

And Seraphina’s words almost made Ebony cringe. She knew from that moment, that she had lost this battle.

"… We will have to wait and see, sweetie." She told Seraphina, while giving her husband a very stern ‘we will talk about this later’ look. “It was a very sudden decision made by your father, and there are some details we need to work out. Like where he’s supposed to sleep for example.”

Now that was an achievement. His daughter calling him a hero not because he and the army he commanded had saved the Cosmos a few times and were saving lives every single day, not because he had been fighting Fearlings and Dream Pirates for most of his life and would do so until his death (or forced retirement), but because he had saved a dog from death. All of his decorations became meaningless at this point, because being called a hero by your own daughter was one of the most precious experiences ever.

"It’s not like we don’t have a huge backyard," he mumbled, looking at Ebony with raised brows. "We could keep twenty of them out there. And I’m sure we have some sort of old blanket he can sleep on for tonight, don’t we?" Oh, he was a sneaky bastard, because he stole a quick kiss from his wife before turning to his daughter. “Let’s get you back to bed, pumpkin.” And he would have almost added ‘before your mother kills me’, but that would’ve sounded wrong, especially for a child.

Fourlegged friends (RP with KPitchiner and Motherovernature)

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It had been a very long day for the six year old. It was in the midst of fall and at school everyone was preparing for the festival that was coming up. There was a talent show in the makings, and many of the children were doing something for the children’s section of the show.

Seraphina had spent all day trying to think of something to do. There was her art, but she wasn’t sure how she could show that talent, for she was not fast and it was merely sketches. Not like what her Mama was able to do. She could try singing a song and playing the piano, she was pretty good at that, but when she practiced during break she couldn’t get the keys or her notes right. It was nerve wracking and not like at home.

The little girl wanted to do something, and all the other kids had their groups. So she was at a loss and quite displeased by the time she got home in the afternoon.

Her teacher would take her home everyday when neither of her parents where able to, and Seraphina would spend the rest of the day with the afternoon maid, helping her with her work and doing her homework. Then it was just her during the late night hours, after dinner had been made and put away for her parents when they arrived and the maid had left.

Seraphina would sit in her room with her lights dim and everything locked up and read in the dark with her lanterns on in her room. She hadn’t fallen asleep just yet when she heard her papa come inside, and something sounded like it was with him. She sat up in her room most puzzled till she heard mama follow in a while after.

And then there was a LOUD commotion. Her eyes where wide at the sounds she heard and when curiosity got the best of her Seraphina slipped out of her bedroom and slipped down the stairs to where she could see the commotion from a safe place.

"Mama? Papa? What is that?" she asked, looking quite startled by the very large… fluffy mountain.

Ebony gasped as the massive weight of the dog was moved from her, and she accepted the outstretched hand as well, so she could quickly get to her feet. And at the mention of how she was at risk of waking their daughter, she forced down the torrent of furious yelling she had been prepared to bombard her husband with.

She could also guess why her husband was laughing. With the way she had fallen, and how she had struggled against the dog (for not to mention how she had been slobbered on), she could feel how her hair had loosened from the otherwise tight bun she’d kept it in all day. Ebony grimaced and quickly strode over to the sink, where she opened a tap so she could quickly wash her face. She idly noticed the bowl that her husband had filled with water, probably for the massive hound that stood panting happily, as if it hadn’t just tackled her.

"Kozmotis Pitchiner!" She finally hissed. “What in the world is that massive monster of a dog doing in our kitchen!?”

Apparently, the dog was pretty much excited to be here, because as soon as the general had let him go, he was trying to play with him. He barked a low woof! at him and lowered his upper body, tail wagging like mad, and when the blonde didn’t pay attention because he was busy watching his wife and thinking of a way to explain things, it bumped into his side, making him stagger a little to one side. And it was hard making a 6’2” trained soldier stagger in the first place.

"You see…", he began with a sigh, running one hand through his hair just as Seraphina’s voice reached him, and the sigh turned into a noise of relief. There was no way Ebony would still be mad if Seraphina liked the dog - provided she wasn’t afraid of him, because compared to her size, it was more of a cow, or even horse.

The dog also seemed to be a lot more intelligent than some others, because even though he rushed happily towards the new voice, he didn’t immediately tackle the girl like he had tackled Ebony. The beast still sniffed Sera’s face like any dog would do given the chance, but he wasn’t trying to push her over.

"Pumpkin, that’s… he won’t hurt you, don’t worry! It’s just a dog. I, uh… brought him home." Well yes, that was quite obvious, and for a second he felt utterly stupid. He was the damn General of the Golden Army, and he wasn’t supposed to stutter or falter when explaining himself to his wife and daughter. He wasn’t supposed to explain himself at all, most of the time, but he wasn’t a general right now, was he? He was a husband and father that had decided to bring a dog home. A large one at that, and he was going through what every husband, no matter his job, would be going through right now.

"His handler was killed a few days ago," he mumbled, turning towards his wife. "He was supposed to be put down because of that, and you know me… I couldn’t let that happen. He’s not even begun his training yet, he’s nothing more than a little puppy. Well… make that a big puppy."

Fourlegged friends (RP with KPitchiner and Motherovernature)

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-Oh Cosmos and kaleidoscopes, what a day!- Ebony thought, as she got out of the carriage that had taken her home. She paid the driver a handsome tip and then headed for the front door, where she began to search for a key. The house was dark, reminding her how late it was and how everyone else was probably in bed by now.

Ebony Pitchiner was many things. She was the wife of the Golden General and mother to his child. But she was also the daughter of a governor and a very well known artist. As a result of all of this, she had a certain kind of social status, and this meant that she had certain obligations.

Which in this case had meant a whole day of being at not just one, but what had felt like several events. The only reason her husband and daughter had not been along for this, was simply because Ebony and Kozmotis had long ago agreed on, that Seraphina didn’t need to be a part of this nonsense, or at least not yet. And Kozmotis had an important meeting with some of the higher ranked officers, plus a bundle of new recruits for the Canine Patrols who needed to be broken in. Besides, things had ended rather late, and that would have been unfair to a child.

Ebony had unfortunately gotten stuck with having to deal with all the women who were considered an essential part of the Lunar Court. Bunch of venomous vipers the lot of them, Ebony thought darkly. If I hadn’t had the gallery event to look forward to, I would have murdered someone.

But here she was, finished with all events and she was physically and mentally exhausted, having had to deal with assorted gossip, venomous snarky insults and oh black holes, tons of things she didn’t want to deal with, especially not now when she was finally at home. As late as it had gotten, Ebony was glad that she hadn’t brought Seraphina along. She pitied the children who had been forced to, and who had been tired and cranky, some of them to the point of screaming rebellion, when Ebony had finally been heading home.

Sera’s probably in bed now, She thought idly as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. And so is Koz, if he isn’t reading in bed. The house is all dark-

She paused in her step, frowning. Something felt different about the house, but she couldn’t point out what it was. She just knew that something was… watching her? Ebony shivered slightly, feeling the hairs stand up on her neck. A minor flashback to a few years ago gave her a bad taste in her mouth, and she wished she’d been wearing something other than this ridiculous dress with a stay (thank the cosmos it wasn’t a corset), something that was easier to fight in if necessary.

"…Hello?" She called out cautiously, as she moved through the living room. “Kozmotis? Seraphina?"

Just as she passed by the door to the kitchen, there was suddenly a loud, almost monstrous "WAOUW!!" Which was quickly followed by a large, heavy and furrysomething that pounced on Ebony and sent her crashing to the floor.

Ebony managed to let out a startled shriek before the air was knocked out of her with a hard ‘OOF!’ Attempts to properly regain her breath failed, as the thing on top of her, a massive DOG it turned out, began to slobber her in the face with a massive tongue.

"Argh- plrbh- eww!" She gasped out, managing to push the dogs head away from her own long enough to gasp out: “Kozmotis!!"

'We have to break it to your mother gently’, he had said. ‘As gently as possible. Maybe I’ll take her out to a late dinner while you groom him.’ But that hadn’t worked quite as intended. Nothing had worked quite as intended today, and it was a bittersweet mixture of two parts tragedy and one part happiness.

The constant, pitiful howling from the kennels had annoyed him all day. It was warm outside, so the windows and doors had been open, but whoever had brought their war dog home this time, it hadn’t been properly trained. War dogs were not supposed to howl and whimper like their heart had been broken once their master was away on leave. It annoyed him all day, to the point where he just slammed his hand down on the papers he was going through and got up with a snarl to walk to the kennels. Whoever the owner of that dog was would have to have a nice little chat with him once they were back.

He had greeted the Captain taking care of the kennels for today with a quick salute, nodding towards a few of the dogs, demanding to know why one of them was making such a terrible racket. To his mild surprise, the captain - a female, blonde human he even knew the name of - shrugged and gave him a sad smile. He’s still a pup, she explained as she led him to the kennel the dog was in. His handler had died yesterday. A few bandits had decided to try and take on one of the small vessels the Golden Army had, but they had guns, and they shot at everything that moved. He had been one of the things moving. The dog had been brought here because his family didn’t know what to do with it. It had been restless and was trying to escape all the time. He himself had signed the death ceritficate, like he always did. 

And that had made him feel like a jerk, plain and simple. It was impossible for him to know every single soldier by name, and he avoided reading most of the names on the death certificates he had to sign almost every day. He simply couldn’t allow himself to feel sorry most of the time. Every man and woman in the army knew that they put their lives at stake, and everyone was fine with it. Well, almost everyone.

"What’s going to happen to him?", he asked as both of them were standing in front of the kennel the pup was in. He was four, maybe five months old, small compared to the fully grown war dogs in the other kennels, but already large enough to put his nose on a kitchen table if he wanted to, without having to stand on his hindlegs. He was restless, wagging his tail as he tried to push his nose through the bars, failing utterly. Almost immediately, he began to whine again.

"We’ll have to put him down most likely," the captain answered. "He’s a war dog, and without his handler, he’s unfit for the battlefield. And I don’t know anyone who’d want to take care of such a beast in their private time. Most people are afraid of them."

Well, that was not going to happen.

It was easy enough to make the dog follow him home - all he had had to do was borrow one of the annoying squeaky toys from the kennels and permanently show it to the pup. He didn’t even need a leash, even though he had brought one, draped over his shoulder. It was already dark when he was home, and he had thought it best to wait until the next day to tell his wife and especially his daughter about the new guest. Or the newest addition to the family, because he didn’t plan on giving the dog away just to have it put down.

He had thought both of them to be asleep by the time he got home, and he had only gone into the kitchen and turned on the little light above the counter to get a bowl of water for the dog. And as he had heard Ebony’s voice in the hallway and the dog darting off into the same direction, he had almost had a heart attack, because it was a war dog after all, and it was supposed to protect and stop any intruders…

Much to his relief, the pup seemed to be overjoyed instead of aggressive, but he still took it by the back of its neck, taking a good portion of fur and skin, making sure he didn’t hurt the pup (because he knew at least a little bit about animals), to gently pull it off Ebony, still in his uniform, as if he had just come home a few minutes ago himself.

"You’ll wake Seraphina!", was the first thing he said, as if a giant pup knocking his wife over in his very own house was nothing to be immediately mentioned. And besides, he was quite sure the girl was already up with all this noise downstairs. He offered her his other hand to help her up, the corners of his mouth twitching, until he finally couldn’t help but snort a laugh as he looked at her. It was the most unreal situation he had been in for some time. "I’m sorry - look, I can explain this."