#Axe Heaven

[caycanteven]

I don't remember what I was going for, but here's a sketch horror boi <3

~Sorry I haven't posted for a hot sec, been working on these commissions and some stuff on the side! Hoping to get some of the finished ones posted today and not get sidetracked again. Doing the same on my other socials too, cause I'm a goober with a brain of a goldfish teehee.~

[rotten-apple-stims]

Pyro board with fire, axe, rainbow and unicorn stims

(🪓) (🔥) (🌈)

(🦄) x (🦄)

(🌈) (🔥) (🪓)

Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact Please !

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

"what do you desire from hazbin hotel s2" Emily in full plate armor and battle skirts, knight in shining armor style, to go with her fancy princess poofy-sleeved dress. Why? Don't ask silly questions. She would look good in it that's all

[xielian-gets-his-own-blog-now]

AXE THROWING??!?!?

Went axe throwing for a mate's birthday and obviously took the boys with me :]

REDLIGHT??? Hua Cheng blends in so well <3

Best babysitter ever

Xie Lian gets to have a go with the axe 😌

For some reason, Hua Cheng looks more threatening with it??

Husbands bonding as they come at you with an axe ✨together✨

Relaxing after a long day of beating our asses

Holding his husband's hat like a good man 🫡

They can't actually be separated, they both start violently sobbing

Parker bonding with his new nephew

[aylish91]

How would axe handle a territorial bitty reader?

I am assuming you mean Axe from SOH as opposed to Axe from "a bitty fic?" ? If not, I would be more than willing to answer this question again. haha!

Anyway, Axe from SOH:

A bitty reader? A palm-sized wonder? Well, look at that precious little snack. How  c u t e.

Axe would find it overwhelmingly adorable how such a small little bean could be like that. He himself is highly a bit territorial, but this is just cute. They could help each other keep an eye on things, hide things, keep others out of their business… It’s endearing to have someone like-minded. He also finds it convenient how easy it is to keep them away from the others in the beginning.

He doesn’t like to share all that much, after all, his Paps being the only exception. A territorial bitty reader would most likely feel the same.

It’s nice having more time with them. He doesn’t even have to be all that discrete with it. Why sneak off to his room when he can keep them tucked away in his shirt? He would absolutely hide them in a pocket or a pouch hung around his neck and tucked securely down the hollow of his ribcage.

Axe would also be more willing to commentate the goings on around them this way, opening more opportunities for casual conversation. It would help them bond a lot faster beyond savior and rescuee. In a way, Axe would become more relaxed and less snappy around others to keep his little treat safe. (don’t want to get into an altercation where reader could get dislodged or smashed…) It also makes him a lot more dangerous should someone else get ahold of reader.

However, Axe wouldn’t be as balanced emotionally with a bitty reader. Like a double-edged sword, he would be calmer with them but more volatile should something go wrong. The stakes would be bigger in this scenario. There would be a more likely outcome for others getting truly hurt.

In short: Axe will be calmer to be around, reader would stay hidden a lot longer, and more mysterious shenanigans would happen around the ship. Don’t tick Axe off. He will be far less likely to hold back…

[sundrykitsch]

just wait until he tells you about minecraft redstone jitter

[slytherinshua]

i try to be nice to everyone and get along with all the people that want to be friends w me but some people i just don't click with and it sucks 😭😭😭 either the conversations are always dry or they're too immature/weird and i get grossed out so fast but idk how to tell them that they're making me uncomfortable 💀💀💀

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Part Three: Ghosts

Part One: Here. Part Two: Here. Part Three: You are here. Part Four: Here

Author's note: Inspired by the 1950s short story "The Man Who Came Early" by Poul Anderson. Red Sail Hall is what I decided to call Arthur's house. The referring to Alfred as 'Yan' comes from @oumaheroes! It's one of the only remaining parts of the Cumbrian Celtic language. And we're leaning hard into fantasy now. TW for gothic imagery, I guess?

Red Sail Hall

21st Century

“Oi, what tea am I supposed to make?" Rhys asked and listened, waiting for Arthur bustling about through the doorway to answer. The pantry with the extra board that dropped down as a counter from the cabinet currently held more than a dozen new tins, boxes and sets. Honestly, the man had a problem. “There’s another dozen in here since I last stopped by!"

He lifted a foot, felt a gentle pressure on his calf and glanced down to see the massive house tiger Arthur and Matthew insisted on calling a library cat. It was rubbing against his leg affectionately. It was just as well. There’d be no getting hair off his trousers anyway.

“Go get that blighter of yours,” He said, gently prodding the cat towards where Arthur would be.

Then the cat squealed; there was a crash. Flicking the kettle off, he shot through the doorway. Arthur was in the pose of a mariner on rough seas, ready to spring into movement in any direction depending on the chop of the vessel. Two broken bowls were on the floor, and the soup was slopped everywhere. He looked like he’d been in his grave for a week, all colour lost, bloodless lips moving silently, eyes fixed. There was no wound, no blood. Finally, he glanced up. A moment later, he collapsed against his brother, suddenly sympathetic.

There before them, semi-opaque right through the kitchen table heaped with spring seedlings and mail like a marble pillar, was their mother. Her red hair braided away from her face, her golden brooches clasping her blue and fur mantel over the greens and browns of her clothes. The empty scabbard of the sword he held in trust dangling from the belt at her hip. As they had buried her, she appeared at the altar at the mouth of her burial barrow and now here, in the kitchen.

“Mam?” he asked.

“My sons.” Her translucent green eyes danced in the slant of sunlight, and she looked so happy. Arthur had lost millennia in moments, his eyes rounder in his face than they’d been in centuries as he took unsteady steps forward.

“Mother?” His voice was so uncertain.

“Hello, little one.”

On the rare occasion where Arthur accompanied them to the barrows on Samhain, he’d had weeks to prepare himself and usually had one of his children in his arms. This was a shield against his guilt, against the boy he’d once been. Her mouth opened, and her words were as wind.

“Yan has passed between worlds he should not have."

And then she was gone, and all was as it had been, save the broken bowls on the floor.

“Mum?” Arthur was still transfixed.

Arthur's phone suddenly rang, breaking the spell that had enveloped them. Arthur remained transfixed momentarily, his gaze fixed on where their mother had floated, before slowly reaching for his phone.

“Did that–” Rhys could barely hear him over the ringing.

“I’ll put the kettle on.”

“Rhys–”

“I’m putting the bloody kettle on.”

“Fine.” He glared, slid his thumb to take the call and collapsed in a chair, putting his phone on speaker.

"Something's wrong," Matthew's voice echoed, tinny and hysterical. “Something’s wrong.”

He dumped water into the kettle, hands trembling, guts suddenly water as he heard the distress. Arthur dragged a hand down his face.

“What’s happened to your brother?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know. But I can’t feel him. I just woke up and I can’t sense him. He’s supposed to be up on the ISS, but I can still sense him when he's up there, but I can’t... Dad, I can’t feel him.”

Rhys glanced at the clock. Ah, it’d be the very early morning there.

“Matthew, breathe.” Arthur said like he wasn’t this close to hyperventilating.

“I’m breathing!” Matthew snapped. “I’m breathing, I’m about to puke, and then I’m getting the first flight to D.C. and finding my fucking brother. You'd better meet me, or Arlington is going to need a fucking expansion.”

[punk-chicken-radio]

ax trax of the week

talking heads - heaven

-ax

[dullahandyke]

Need get hit with hammers again

[truth-01001001-liar]

It’s the fourth era. A kid in Dawnstar meets a stranger with a chitin axe, and asks if he can have it.

She gives it to him without hesitation.

Her thoughts in daedric read:

Delusion is you is one is none is nowhere but here never here

Truth is I is we is you are unreal but a dream so truly real

Over her head is the word Sheogorath.

So maybe Cahnu’ul shouldn’t have taken the weapon.

[pescado-diabolico]

man i like rhythm games and without shining live i wouldn't have even been introduced to utapri in first place but damn i honestly just want a new proper otome game from utapri lol

[zancorvid]

Hua Cheng - Tian Guan Ci Fu (Heaven Official's Blessing) @ Anime Expo 2023 (Sun 7/2)

[ontologic-catgirl]

Luna-terra causing irrevocable changes in my axe fighting tactics

[da-millerrrrr]

hmmm

i wonder

*gives the fun gang sans tea*

(i may or may not be fishing for a reaction for artistic purposes)

[*You try the Sans Tea. ... Tastes like honey and lavender.] Not bad.

[*Susis tries the Sans Tea. ... Tastes like cinnamon, and... something else. A sweet flavor, with a tangy aftertaste.] It’s... weird. Not awful, but not what I’m used to.

[*Ralsei tries the Sans Tea. ... Tastes like lemonade.] Bittersweet, but yummy!

[*Noelle tries the Sans Tea. ... Tastes peppermint hot cocoa.] ... It’s... comforting.

[*Berdly tries the Sans Tea. ... Tastes like apple cidar and cinnamon.] It’s... almost nostalgic.

[seeinglittlestars]

When I was a kid I thought that this was what God looked like

I always imagined king juan el bobo from dora the explorer looking down on earth watching over people