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[salsedinepicta]

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My gift for @notomys-mordax-blog for the 2024 Handers Exchange (hosted by @handers-time - whom I thank for organising the event) 🌙

The "fancy evening but they are awkward" prompt captivated me - they are here just to shed feathers all over the place, really.

[livingfastandfree]

@hollowfaith

Sonic's still conducting his "investigation" of the city. There has to be a way out of here...right? Even running to the outskirts of the city, hoping to find something on the rest of the island, only resulted in him returning to right where he started. But Sonic doesn't give up—he just doesn't. Speeding by building after building, his gaze flicks from side to side before settling straight forward.

He takes a cursory glance behind him, just in time to witness the resulting gust of wind spill wine onto a strangers' (very expensive-looking) suit. Whoops. Skidding to a halt, Sonic, just as quick as he went, speeds back to the site of the incident in the blink of an eye... literally. So fast, in fact, that he's able to catch the glass before it shatters on the ground. With a bit of fumbling, of course.

"Woah! Sorry, pal," He moves to place it back on the table (which is slightly below eye level, but he manages). His eyes move to linger on the stain, an apologetic look on his face. Hopefully he won't have to pay for the dry cleaning...

[therainbowinhell]

@hells-greatestdad liked for a starter! [X]

"Heeeey, dad!" With a small smile, the demon princess approached the other, holding her hands close to her chest.

"Now that I at least seemed to change some things around here- do you plan on visiting more?" After all, the blonde always went out of her way to change people and improve their situation, yet...it was about time she also tried to fix her own relationships with her parents.

Or at the very least, with Lucifer.

"It would be a pity if after all the effort we...uhm...fell so silent to each other like before." She was looking elsewhere, perhaps awkward? And biting her tongue to not mention how much she actually missed her mother, as well.

[koboivanderlinde]

hey are you able to write something for dutch where his s/o has an awful nightmare and he comforts her?

Hello, thank you for the request ! I tried, it's a bit short but I hope you'll like it :)

Dutch comforting his S/O who had a nightmare

Pairing : Dutch van der Linde x Reader

Warnings : mentions of blood

Tags : angst, fluff,

A/N : As I am very new to writing, this is my first "fanfiction" ever. I am open to criticism as long as it's not too rude, I hope you'll like it anyways :)

Fire, fire everywhere. The camp was destroyed, flames licking the canvas of the tents. You were standing in front of you and Dutch's tent, petrified by the vision before you. Everyone was dead, their lifeless bodies lying on the floor next to your feet. Your hands were covered in their blood. The Pinkertons had come and burned the camp to the ground. They mercilessly slaughtered your friends -- your family. You felt as if you were drowning, despair submerging you, smothering you as you gasped for air, your sight grew dim and-

Your eyes opened wide. Your chest rose and fell back down a few times, and you tried unsuccessfully to regain control of your breath. Tears were rolling down your face without a noise. You instinctively wiped your forehead with your forearm, but all you removed was sweat. A nightmare, again. It was not unusual for you to have those, but it has been happening more and more often lately. As silently as you could, you rolled over to see Dutch's back facing you. At least I didn't wake him up, you thought. He was tired as of late, the gang's dangerous situation had taken a toll on him. The last thing you wanted to do was tire him even more.

The camp was silent. Everyone had gone to sleep for at least an hour now; There was no sound but the occasional singing of a cuckoo. Careful not to make any noise that could awaken your lover, you slowly stood up. As you were walking out of the tent, you heard a low voice behind you.

“Come back, sweetheart. What happened?”

You felt your whole body become tense. So he heard everything, you thought. His voice was enough to make the tears you tried to repress flow. You crawled back into the cot, facing Dutch as he was now turned to face you. 

“Had a nightmare… These bastards killed everyone but me,” you whispered with a shaky voice, sobbing. You hated this feeling that was creeping over you; you felt like this was just gonna worry Dutch even more. But your thoughts were interrupted by his sleepy voice.

“Oh, darling,” he sighed. He slowly cupped your cheek. “You know I would never let these men come here.”

He looked at you with concern, as he lovingly moved his hand to your chin. He gently brought your lips to his, fondly kissing you. His facial hair softly tickled you, but you didn’t mind.

“I had your blood on my hands, Dutch. I felt so hopeless..”

“Look at me.” He grabbed one of your hands and kissed it countless times. “Those hands will never get dirty as long as I am here,” he said as he pulled you close to him and embraced you tightly.

  You wished you could stay here forever, protected in his strong arms as the hand that didn’t hold your chin was affectionately stroking your back. 

“You are safe. We are safe. Alright, dear?”

“I love you, Dutch.”

“I love you too. Now come here.”

He laid flat on his back and gently grabbed your arm to help you move yourself on top of him. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes as you smelled his comforting Cologne scent. His arms rested on your back, securing you in place as the two of you fell back asleep, the only thing on your mind being how lucky you were to have Dutch.

[maestrs]

@timelovcd liked x.

❝ Don’t be ridiculous, my dear. ❞ FIRM TONE leaves vocal processors, pouring the remainder of (already made) tea into a cup for the other while they go bout of their (un)usual talks to themselves within this incarnation. IT'S EMBARRASSING, downright humiliating that they’ve gotten used to it by now — it brings some sort of comfort (and entertainment) throughout the days ahead stuck in the confines of the craft itself. He’s going to make the other pay for this sooner or later.

❝ COME NOW. Don’t make me call you a second time, old friend. ❞ WARNING TONE is given towards the other, letting gears move and shift to allow him to move his attention towards the other. Hell has no wrath like an android forced to wait upon their foolish creator to stop talking and drink something for once. ❝ We can discuss it afterwards. ❞

[yourfaveneedsakiss]

Hunter Gathers from the Venture Bros needs a kiss! 💋

Requested by Anonymous

[choicesmc]

Fae OCs

@leafkingofbirds is looking for some OCs to repopulate the Moon + Sun Courts! Can be mortal, changeling, or fae! So here's some for submission! (I made them twins but feel free to change that!)

Eirlys

Pronoun: She/Ze Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Affiliation: Currently Moon Court Personality: Eirlys is quiet but persistent. Keeping her eyes and ears peeled, she is always hungry for gossip --especially on those who've offended her. Once an unlucky fae gets on zir bad side, it's almost impossible to earn zir forgiveness.

Biography: Eirlys was one of Eisa's peers in the Sun Court and likewise switched when Eisa married the then Night Prince, Kieran's father (likely hoping for a similar rise in status.) However, ze didn't stay long as the Moon Court was picked apart by seemingly endless misfortune. Only returning after the final battle (or for the final battle, your call here!), ze re-pledged zirself to the Kieran and the Moon Court.

Appearance: Ze is extremely pale, even for fae. Her hair is a lavender color that she straightens and keeps in, usually, the same hairstyle save for special occasions. (the one depicted). Rather fond of head jewelry, ze appreciates adorning zirself in silvers, blues, whites, and purples.

EXTRA: Zir inspiration is snowdrop flowers!

Galan

Pronouns: He/him Alignment: Chaotic Good Affiliation: Sun Court (or Exiled your choice!) Personality: Boisterous and loud, Galan could keep himself busy for days on end. Born into the Sun Court, Galan keeps an ever-rotating circle of friends that grew increasingly stagnant the decades following his twin's renunciation and her eventual disappearance.

Biography: Born into the Sun Court, Galan had found much trouble with the family's low peerage. Rather than gambling with fate as Eirlys had, Galan became an admirable fighter who challenged his way through fae ranks easily besting arrogant upper nobles who'd clearly equated his rank with skill. (If you decide on Exiled status, Galan loses a pivotal match against high ranking fae in the same show of over confidence he'd once used to climb high. As result, the Sun Prince banished him from Court leaving Galan's fate to the Fae Forests and beyond.)

Appearance: He, like his twin, is extremely pale. The two share very similar features with three major differences: 1) where Eirlys is adorned in lavender, Galan's hair and eyes are a light green, 2) Galan keeps a well-maintained beard with a bit of a goatee, and 3) Galan's hair is left in its natural curly state in a rough bun.

EXTRA: Galan dyes his hair from lavender to green though he refuses to admit it.

picrew used for both is linked [here]

[phantomuheist]

@queenxfjustice | Sc.

"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Police Officer herself!" Akira got up from his desk to greet his old friend, smiling widely. "I hear you've solved a lot of tough cases lately. What brings you here? Oh, care for some coffee? It's my own blend and I serve it to everyone." Everyone who was cooperative enough to work with him.

[red-man-of-mustache]

@hxzelwallflower liked the Starter Call!

"Pastagram!" From where he appeared no one knows. But! What was evident is this red-clad plumber was holding a steaming hot bowl of pasta topped with tomato sauce, carefully seasoned, complete with a complimentary fork! Random tests of his pasta were a great measure of his skill he thought, thus the invention of the pastagram! "Free bowl of-a pasta? I traveled through-a underwhere and highwater to bring it-a your way y'know! Don't-a send me home a failure." He urged the female with a wiggle of the mustache.

[melihel-shadowhorn]

[ open starter ] - @recitedemise

Melihël tried to seem composed, her hand on the chin, deep in thought. Betrayed only by her own tail, twitching and turning nervously behind her.

The game with Gale started after the nostalgia got her - she hadn't played in almost a year, the last game went back up her time in the Blackstaff academy. After all, she thought it would be a quick, relaxing game, forgetting the school’s rumors about the archmage's abilities on the other side of the board. 

They both got competitive fast, but during the midgame she saw her defenses crumble piece by piece, struggling to keep her king safe from his calculated attacks, moving his pieces with confidence and almost what she considered elegance. Now, she was in a search for a desperate save, a turn of the tide. Choosing the lesser of the evil, she moves her knight down the board with a hesitant hand, while his comment made her flaming eyes go up towards the twinkling stars - how much time were they playing? - with an annoyed, yet playful groan.

“It’s not a check mate, yet,” she mumbled, eyes back on the board after glimpsing those sparks in his chestnut eyes. “I can still save this, somehow. All I need is a tiny mistake from you…” She poked his shoulder with her tail, a way to avert his mind elsewhere, a small smug smile on her blue lips in response to his. “As for appetites… I just can be a little stubborn when it comes to games and couldn’t miss the chance to at least try to humble a wizard. Alas, I can see my foolishness, but… would you really like to test my defiance further?” 

[patetpluvia]

@themosthatedbeingg continued from [x]

“Trying to get him down where..?” Surely not Gehenna since the man before her was not Satan. Plus he wasn’t actively trying to drag Rin down to his land by force either. “Either way it might not be the best idea. He’s still a teenager, you know. Has a whole life ahead of him.. Unless you meant on a.. temporary basis?” Was that possible? Perhaps..

As the woman allowed herself to slip into deeper thoughts, her tail slipped out to wave behind her. It was still a handful to keep hidden. Ah right! He introduced himself as well. “Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you Lucifer Morningstar.. I can tell you don’t mean any harm, that’s a relief.” That meant this meeting would remain peaceful. Not that she believed she would stand a chance in a fight against him.

[dick-meister]

@queenbeeibee

Damn, he needed a drink. A meeting had been called by the high seraphim, only a small, selected group of Angel’s were allowed in. The fate of Hell’s residents rested on that meeting, a solution to its rapid overpopulation which lead to multiple sides of debates. A humane option verses one that was certainly out of character for Heaven as a whole. Adam, was on the side of a mass culling yearly and not only was he clearly on that side, but he would be leading that charge with exorcists.

The First Human had seen so much change over his years of living, his mental had slowly twisted and wrapped. Anger, confusion and betrayal lead feelings and decisions that should otherwise be made with calm, rational thinking…. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. Not when the ice that clinked clearly in the cup of alcohol could be heard so tantalizingly in the empty room of his home.

Sitting on the fine leather couch that was aimed at a large window, over shadowing a large part of the infinity that was Heaven. Ears twitching lightly as his front door had opened, a turn of his head, a light smile. They finally got on terms where she would let herself in? Finally. He didn’t want to get up anyways.

Temperance. “How’s it going, Beauty Queen!” Clearly his mouth had been stained even in these times, calling anyone practically anything he’d like, affectionate or not. Turning back to the large window, he’d raise his glass of whiskey and point with his pinky stretched out towards the counter where drinks scattered themselves practically all over. “Drinks are over there, help yourself.”

[suavedolls]

𝜗𝜚. ( @duedrops - from this post. )

❝ really now, ❞ jia's lack of amusement was palpable. the repetitive comment failed to elicit a flicker of interest. annoyance etched across her features, evident in the furrow of her brow and the sharpness of her tone as she continued, ❝ look, i just wanted a drink. it's been a long day and your jokes aren't helping at all. ❞

[tricoloredillusion]

Starter for @rubbarband!

It's been months since Neo has been around here, perhaps longer? She couldn't tell.

The same way she appeared in this world, she disappeared. Her small adventure in the Ever After possibly only made it worse for herself, but at the very least, she had time to reflect on what happened.

And now that she was ready to go back to Remnant...she ended in a place that wasn't Remnant.

The now half-beast stood all alone in the middle of an alley, groaning to herself and adjusting her top hat before looking up.

...she sure needed a break.

[maestrs]

@thenightmareofyourdrems: ❛ well, someone's cranky today. ❜ ~ missy x simm

❝ Gee, how could you tell? ❞ VENOM COATS HIS RESPONSE, letting features twist into a look of pure judgement their way. PRESENCE OF HIS FUTURE is among him and oh — how he hates his future to be! The last bit of sanity resides within him, knowing her actions between themselves like a forbidden secret. SHE IS EVERYTHING THAT HE REFUSES TO BECOME and more. What does she want from him now? She’s taken everything from their promising future, what more could she possibly want? Arms are crossed in her direction. ❝ What do you need, MISSY? ❞

[lgcjinyoung]

@lgcsaem

while it wasn't impossible to see an lgc trainee outside of the lgc building, it still was unlikely to a point that it took jinyoung aback when he found himself entering a convenience store to a rather unfortunate scene unfolding. it seemed like a technological failure on all ends for the poor guy just trying to buy himself some snacks-

while walking up to the cashier with his own array of snacks, the male suddenly recalls his mother's wise words of always carrying spare cash around. while technology was advanced enough to devoid the need for actual bills and coins, in situations like these, he understood why she had taught him that piece of wisdom.

"does this cover it," he interferes without much of an introduction, holding a bunch of 10K won bills to the flabbergasted cashier.