#I'm so ugh

[avesblues2]

Maybe the doctor would have killed me at the time idk. I'm choosing to believe I was gonna die on that medical table and that's why God did what He did or didn't intervene in a way He could have. Idk. None of it makes sense. Idk how all the apostles did it. I know they suffered and yet were out here writing away about faith through trials and persecution makes us stronger. Like no! I'm weaker! I'm struggling!!! I am NOT God's bravest solider AT ALL! Stop putting me on the frontline 😭

[solivanscollective]

✮⋆˙ Intro! Please read!

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Hi! Welcome to the blog! I like to call this the Sol-Verse ask blog for short, And it includes all my characters from my two stories:

WTDWYB

And...

Divinity!

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✦.── ?¿ What are these two stories ¿? ── .✦

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ WTDWYB: A polyam romance series! It focuses on the POV of Hisashi Ayumu and His friends, Yanami, Jay, And Connor when the four of them run into eachother at a college for rehabilitation and helping people in lower class societies or situations fix their behaviors to make successful careers! Hisashi, Having D.I.D and OCD, Believes he can't find love. Though, It's very quickly proven wrong that he can not only find love, But three of them aswell!

✮⋆˙ Divinity: A mix of an older teen/young adult slice of life book and mythological fantasy, Focused on 5 main characters perspectives as they not only find out they were never human from the start, But they're the next generation of gods and godesses! Those five and a group of others their age team up to survive for the last 'normal' year of their lifes, Balancing training to control the universe with hiding that fact from everyone else they know!

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?¿ What kind of questions can we ask or not ¿?

Questions of all kinds are allowed! Aslong as its not weird weird, Like bringing up ¡ncest...Ugh. Questions of NSFW nature will have a specific tag, #Sol's-Divinity-NSFW or #Sol's-WTDWYB-NSFW !

Other than that, Ask away! If your question doesn't get posted, Ask about it! It could either be that it was against a boundary, But we won't hold that against you unless it was ACTUALLY that bad!

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?¿ Which Characters are taking questions ¿?

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ WTBWYB:

Hisashi Ayumu, AKA Hisa: A half-korean guy, He/It, born Male. Cooking major, 23 years old. Has D.I.D, But only one Alter, Sashi. Sashi does not take questions, But if asked one anyway, Hisa will answer for him!

Yanami.M : Japanese, He/They, Born Male. Digital art major, 21 years old. Answers less frequently. (He's lazy.)

Jay Berret: Peruvian, Switches between all pronouns, Born male. Fashion Major, 22 years old. Answers almost always, But sometimes Connor will answer for him.

Connor Noceda: Half-Mexican, He/She, Born male. Programming Major. 22 and ½ years old. Takes asks, And answers if one of the other three doesn't.

Miya Hanamura: Korean, She/Her, Born Female. Law Major. 21 and ½ years old. Almost always answers. Otherwise, Irene does.

Irene Vendeta: African American, She/Her, Born Female. Literature Major. 21 years old. Always answers.

Yuzuru.M: Japanese, She/It, Born Female. Music Major. 21 years old. Always answers, If not, Yanami does.

Others: Matthew, Drew, Jonathan, Coraline, Casey, Jennie, Kenili

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✮⋆˙Divinity:

Vixen Carrion: African American, 18, Goddess of Love, Beauty, Death, and Music. She/Her, Born female. Always answers, And often has Ziggy answer for her if not.

Corodite 'Ziggy' Igero: Half Japanese, Half Polish, 19, God of Water, Illness, Chaos, And destruction. Sometimes ignores questions, In which Vixen or His younger siblings answer. Is also dyslexic, So often spells wrong when answering without help.

Aidlyn Venson: American, 18 and ½, Godess of Mystery, Fire, Light, and the sun. 50/50 if she'll answer or have Vixen or T.J do it for her.

T.J Escarra: Unspecified Hispanic, 18, God of War, The Weather, and disasters. Either him or Aidlyn responds.

Hazel Quinera: African American, No age(?), Goddess of Nature, Creativity, Animals, And Expression. Rarely answers for herself because she has little knowlege of how computers work.

Nero: No last name?? Polish, No age(?), Goddess of Wisdom, Power, and Control. Always answers for herself unless question offends her.

Erica and Erin Igero: Twins, Part Polish and Blasian. 18 years old(?). Oracles who have limited abilities to control the past, future, and are minor gods of trickery and lies. Always answer unless Ziggy forces them not to.

Other: Michela, Mrs.Igero, Mrs.Venson, Mrs.Carrion, Mr. Carrion, Mr. Quinera.

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DNI!: Pr0shippers, Harrassment, Rac¡sts, Homophobia/Transphobia, Basic DNI criteria.

Other Info:

𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ɞ Divinity and WTDWYB are, of course, Set in different series! Though occasionally, Crossover asks are welcome! Events will also start happening once more follows, asks, and such happen! Characters sometimes have posts durings their B-Days aswell!

Its nice to meet everyone! Safe travels, and Happy asking! <3

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[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[archibaldtuttle]

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[hansoeii]

*holds them gently and pretends nothing bad ever happened*

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 1: First encounter.

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Jack Desmond was running under the heavy rain with a bag over his head, as he had given his umbrella to an old lady on his way home. It was an act of generosity that wasn't out of place in the whimsical place of cartoons.

He almost missed the dark shape sprawled out in an alleyway. Nothing too unusual, maybe some ne'er-do-wells or a goofy character caught in some mishap, but somehow, his gut told him that it felt different. Disturbingly out of place.

Faintly, his nose picked up on a worrying scent. Hesitant yet worried, he trudges closer, his shoes being tainted with red as he knelt down beside the dark figure. “Hey, buddy, you alright?” he called out, voice full of concern. His fingers tentatively touched the man’s shoulder.

Jack gasped, pulling his hand back quickly. His fingers were smeared with something deeply red and thick. His brain slowly processes what he's seeing, unbelieving. With the scent being washed down by the heavy rain, he pulls his palm closer to his nose to take a sniff.

His spine crawls and he jolts up, confused eyes shaking yet staying transfixed on the injured person as he stumbles backwards. He takes a closer look at the man's face- or, just his entire self for that matter. Staring back at him was a foreign face twisted into a harsh scowl, unconscious. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, making him look rather villainous.

This guy wasn’t a Toon. The thick dark coat, those scars- the blood. This man was from another Genre, one that didn’t belong in their streets of lighthearted fun.

His eyes caught sight of the gun tucked into the man’s coat, confirming Jack’s fears.

He's a Grim… perhaps a Guktav member?

The Guktav is one of the biggest and most influential criminal syndicates in the Grim genre where this gloomy-looking person probably came from. These men were dangerous, he'd better make a run for it just in case the assailant of this scene was still nearby.

Unsettled and too riddled with uncertainty and fear, he'd planned to just mind his own business and skedaddle… but his foot stayed planted where they stood, eyes transfixed on the wounded Grim man.

The more he stared, the more the puddle of blood spread.

The rain made the blood travel to the soles of his shoes quicker, and Jack’s stomach churned. He’d never seen anything like this before, not in this city. Life here has always been peaceful and non-life threatening despite the slapstick gags of silly violence people were hit with, but this? This wasn’t funny. This sight made his innards twist.

Jack glanced down at his palms, still stained with blood. The rain hadn’t washed it away, no matter how hard it came down. Starting to get a bit dizzy, he slowly starts to walk away.

Authorities… He should go call the authorities.

…

His feet stops not too far away, and the rain comes down harder than before.

"…Oooh-! Applesticks!" Jack curses, turning back with a huff and stomping back towards the man. “This is a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he bent down again-

Jack's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when the man's gruff hands grabbed unto his arms and pulled him down, bloodshot eyes glaring straight at him. Jack's legs felt weak, his knees buckling and harshly hitting the bloody floor, terrified as the man's stare told him all he needed to know.

Do anything bad and he'd kill him.

The man's eyelids twitched, pupils rolling back. His large body collapsed on top of the smaller man, making Jack stutter as he fell on his bum, unable to balance himself. Jack lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, staring at the unconscious man lying limp on his stomach, staining Jack's suit with his blood.

Jack Desmond swallows hard, his heart wavering. Should he really do this?

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[thiswildernessismyhome]

I have a scar. No you don't. Yes I do.

[somewhereincairparavel]

credits to @aroaceleovaldez for generously revealing the font name i had so much fun w this (the fonts called 'centaur')

[technically-human]

Bisexual crisis Crystal edition

[whenthewallfell]

~Frozen Pizza and Eggs~

[somegoodomens]

C: "Standard rules of engagement, clause 1.1.2, subsection 3. Civilian non-combatants must be given sufficient time to evacuate the area of hostilities. Aziraphale can put in a formal complaint to de dark council of the dukes of Hell, if you want. But you'll have to delay your attack until they reply. That could take weeks, maybe. Erm- You lot could all be in big trouble." A: *Nods effervescently to support his lying husband*

[beif0ngs]

You raised a troublesome foe. You’re expelled, my stupid pupil.

[amourningcrow]

My artbook just arrived and what do you mean they could have looked like this?? Who looked at these designs and thought: No wait, I have a better idea :)

WHO WAS IT?? COME HERE I JUST WANNA TALK

[tackykachowch]

Silco SO should've haunted the narrative in s2 I can't stress this enough. Like, we knew Vander, Mylo and Claggor only for 3 episodes, but their presence was felt aaaall throughout s1. And now you're telling me that a PRIMARY ANTAGONIST of s1, a leader of Zaun, Jinx's dad and The person who started the negotiations with Piltover for Zaun's independence only got a couple of mentions?? Which aren't even relevant to the plot or character motivations??? Are you LEGIT FOR REAL kidding me???? I still can't believe this happened chat.

He's literally a part of the main cast. He literally was present in every single episode of s1. And again, given just How Much was tied directly to him his death should've had just. Massive consequences. For almost every single character. And yet.

My honest reaction to this information:

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".