#can't believe i missed this the first time around

[fullflowerking]

A. Removing my name because some of you can't behave 😁

B. I don't remember my wings that well, but definitely closer to a lighter shade. Perhaps bronze or sandy brown

C. I was a lower ranking angel, tasked with observing humanity. Not intervening

D. See above

E. I didn't fall, I reincarnated to earth as a human being and I still consider my species to be an angel

F. I remember being in a beautiful garden at some point. My mind felt light and airy, and I "felt" things around me with spatial awareness instead of objectively viewing it. If you asked me to describe a single plant or creature in this garden I wouldn't be able to.

G. I resonate with the element fire because I was born in December. My dad was sick with cancer when I was born, and they told him he might not live. After I was born, he got better. I always attach this to the transformative power of fire, and my angelic abilities are still attached to me in utero.

H. I'm a biblical angel, so I guess more likely the Christian god. I don't remember him though, just a faint memory of Him being present.

I. I feel I became confined to earth after observing humans for so long. I think at some point I wanted to be involved more than I was, so I decided to join.

K. The advantage of being an angel on earth really depends on your definition of an advantage. My definition is having more freedom, being able to touch, see and experience the world like a proper mammal rather than like a divine being. You miss out on a lot when you lack the 5 senses.

L. A disadvantage. There are many. When you're an angel, you don't get tired, you don't need to go to the bathroom, you don't need to eat. Suddenly all these things that make you human become an exhausting task that you have to be involved in, all the time. There are more, but I want to keep this short.

M. I was around during the holy war. The crusade before crusades. I remember a few angels starting to feel less angelic over time, and it was like a ripple effect amongst the loyal. Suddenly, the side I was on with my brother Michael felt less and less like the winning side, and more like the side you pick when there's no better option. I desired the same freedoms as the other side but I suppose I was too cowardly to take it.

N. No one around me knows my identity. I feel like it's unnecessary to tell anyone. I can never go back to what I was. The best thing I can do is live my life as heavenly as I can in my current life.

O. Funnily enough, I started suspecting i was something more at a very young age. I didn't know quite what. I remember having mental shifts in the church growing up, and having visions about winged creatures when I was around 10. I discovered angels outside of the Bible and for the first time I felt like these things were the best thing I could use to describe myself.

P. Lol. I was hoping this question would come up. O fortuna is at the top of my list. It always gives me chills. Any songs in Latin or slavic-based languages always makes me go into mental shifts.

Q. To feel angelic, I watch movies with angels in them, read books with angels in them, exercise and ride my bike to just feel the wind against my face. I go to the park with a long black coat on and listen to music, and just watch people. Sometimes I talk to them, but not often because I can be quite introverted.

R. See above. I also veil on occasion, especially when I'm around religious buildings or graveyards or when meditating. (I do not pray to the Christian god)

S. I'm not repelled by religious buildings. I'm also not attracted to them. But when I step inside a place that has been cleansed, anointed or used for worship, I can get mental shifts and my vibration raises to the point that I believe that religious figures and children can feel.

T. Good question. Unfortunately I don't know what my halo looked like. I'm assuming it was closer to light than a physical object, maybe light that my divinity gave off. Like a rainbow spectrum or pure white. 🤷‍♀️ no clue.

U. If I did, I don't remember.

V. Not prophetic dreams, but I've had vivid dreams and nightmares about snakes, naked human beings, violence, starvation and fire. I have had many dreams of what I believe to be pre-flood events on earth, where animosity & disbelief became more rampant between Him and humans.

W. Nope

X. Anywhere that has a beautiful garden. I also like fountains, aquariums, the forest and jungle

Y. Nope

X. I remember being in Europe at some point. I don't know exactly where, I just remember hearing some francophone language being spoken, and there was a lot of political unrest. Unfortunately, the details were never that important to anyone, and as I've mentioned before, I didn't see things the same way as an angel as I do now. My best guess would be middle ages or less. They seemed to be very complicated with the Catholic church back then.

I hope you enjoyed my answers as much as i enjoyed answering them

Angelic Ask Meme

I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while…send some to my ask, and feel free to reblog!

A-what is your angelic name? B-what did your wings look like? C-what are you an angel of? D-what order or rank of angel are you? E-did you fall? If so, why? F-describe a random angelic memory G-what element/s do you align with? H-do you remember or follow any gods? I-do you know or suspect why you are earthbound? J-what other angels were you close to? K-an advantage to being an angel on earth? L-a disadvantage to being an angel on earth? M-were you around during the war? If so, what side were you on? N-does anyone irl know you’re an angel? O-how long have you known you’re Angelic? P-what is a song that reminds you of being angelic, or of an angelic memory? Q-what is something you do to feel angelic? R-have anything you wear that makes you feel like your angelic self? S-are you attracted to places of worship, or repelled by them? T-what did your halo look like? U-any angels you had a rivalry with? V-ever have any prophetic dreams, or things like that? W-are you an empath/psychic/medium/etc? X-any places on earth that remind you of home? Y-ever had irl contact with other divines in this life? Z-have any past earthbound life memories?

[psychohoneywhiskey]

What about Wade going to a different timelime requested by the TVA years after the Time Ripper. They told him the X-men and the anchor being of that universe were in danger and he needed to make sure they survived and he got rid of the problem for good.

So Wade goes alone to avoid his babygirl having to face the alternative versions of his dead team. He gets to the X mansion and explains them the situation, tells them he is Deadpool, a mercenary sent by a time organization to save them all and they believe him.

Everything was going surprisingly well until, well, it wasn't. And how could he have not thought to ask who the anchor being of that universe was? How could he not notice the absence of a very important person there? He is still surprised (after years of not seeing that amount of rage directed at him from his Logan) to see a younger Logan get to the mansion baring his teeth at him, unseathing his claws and preparing to pounce, seeing him as a threat.

And when he does he tries everything in his power not to hurt him, evading the punches, claws, and 300 pounds of feral Wolverine and not attacking him even once. Eventually, Logan stops confused about the man's playful attitude and the voices of the X-men asking him to calm down. When he asks Wade suspiciously 'why didn't you fight back bub?', Wade just laughs and answers in a tone so soft and sweet and foreign to him 'Well, if this had happened years ago I would have indulged in some fun, I always loved taming a feral Wolvie but I can't bear to hurt an alternative version of my husband now'.

Everything got so quiet he could have heard a pin drop but Wade was solely focused on Logan, watching the similarities to the love of his life who now had some more wrinkles around his eyes and cheeks, a soft healthy body, hair almost fully gray and a sweet smile almost all of the time around him, Laura, their friends, their family. Compared to this Logan who still looked so tense, wary, ready to run.

He stays with them for weeks waiting for the attackers to get there while spending time with this version of Logan. And as the time passes the man understands why other version of him would be head over heels for the mercenary, yeah the man is so damn weird and loud and fucking annoying at times but he has never found someone who could understand him and make him feel the way he does. He starts yearning, for a person, a place he will never have cause it already belongs to someone else and he dreads the moment Wade will leave and not come back ever again. And the X-men notice it, bewildered by Logan's behavior around Deadpool, how he seems to follow his lead as naturally as breathing, how they seem to get what the other is thinking or feeling just by seeing each other and they realize Logan has never been fully theirs cause he is just waiting for someone else to bring him home.

Inevitably when the time comes, and Dealpool saves them, he doesn't even have time to react and say goodbye to the merc cause a weird orange portal opens in the middle of the war field and a blue and yellow suited hand appears through it yanking Wade away, and Logan recognizes a voice so similar to his saying 'you've taken too long Mouth, our daughter's birthday is next week, and we all miss you at home'.

Logan knows all his life he's just been a stray longing for a place to settle but at least now he can hope there is a loud mouth, sarcastic, pretty, and soft mercenary with no filter waiting for him somewhere in his world to take him home.

I apologize for any mistake, I'm not a writer and English is not my first language but I just can't get enough of these men and any of their versions being soft with each other.

[monokoitari]

I'm thinking this idea so hard that I definitely have to write it down, but shit!! It's hard for me to capture Shen Yuan's chaotic vibes in a good narrative way

So it begins like this: Shen Yuan transmigrates. Not into Shen Qingqiu. He opens his eyes and there are two massive tits crushing him, a luxurious room, a garish and bitchy System with kaomojis. Well, he's a wife. A Binghe's wife.

Shen Yuan wants to run away, obviously. Get his penis back, get his MASCULINE MALE MANTASTIC body back, and get as far away from Binghe and the harem and their shitty dramas as possible. He doesn't need that, no thanks. The System obviously doesn't let him. [ You're a wife, user!!! You must behave like the original goods until you collect enough points to unlock the OOC!! ]

And the shit begins. Little harem dramas. Uncovering clues like silly children's puzzles. Shen yuan is fed up, bored, moody, hated by many wives (apparently the original goods were not in good standing. Half-demon, which is good- more power and more strength when escaping!!, but not for a harem wife. Especially since that body is 5'10" and is strong as a sword instead of submissive and bendable like the other sweet wives).

Even though the System keeps putting him in shitty situations, the truth is that there is no trace of Binghe during the first week. Nor the second. By the third, Shen Yuan gets a little worried. According to the current storyline, he shouldn't be far away... No wars, no new wives, just a missing Binghe. Shen Yuan snoops around Binghe's office with such bad luck that Binghe definitely shows up at that moment.

And Binghe looks... Tired. He's tired and grumpy, treating the wife with ice-cold kindness, and Shen Yuan treats him back. It's not that he wants to! It's not that he's offended to see his favorite and be horrible to him! It's the fucking shitty System! If Shen Yuan could, he would be on his knees before Binghe being pathetic and pitiful to ensure his protection!!

But he can't. Binghe sends him away after a cold and hostile encounter and Shen Yuan runs away in a dignified manner (running after the corridor where Binghe can't see him anymore is different).

The next morning, Shen Yuan makes a plan: he will do whatever it takes to get his last damn twenty points to activate OOC mode and get the hell out. Nope, no more Binghe for him. One taste was enough. Thanks but no thanks.

What gets complicated is when one of Binghe's personal servants!!! goes to his room. Binghe is inviting this lady wife to have breakfast with him. And Shen Yuan... He can't say no. Partly because of the System, partly because of the ambition for points, partly because he wants to try Binghe's food. And because he wants to... see Binghe. Again. He's his favorite, okay, don't judge him, maybe Binghe was just tired and being hostile to him. The duties of an Emperor are many and Shen Yuan was invading his private territory. Aaaaand he's a wife, after all, he can't treat him like that aaaaaall the time...

Binghe's breakfast is a delight. In his month at the palace, he has eaten nothing more delicious. Binghe is darkly charming: Shen Yuan asks about her (him), how she (he) is, how she (he) has been. Shen Yuan learns two things: the original goods had only been in the harem for a month and week when Shen Yuan usurped his body, and Luo Binghe doesn't know much about his wife, which means he can improvise answers without losing his in-character personality. The System even gives him +5 points for improvising!!

... +5 points that go to hell when Luo Binghe exposes a scroll on the table. Written in the original goods handwriting... it's a divorce application!!

"I was in my office" says Binghe as the System takes 50 points from him of a blow.

Of course Binghe is going to be wrong now. Of course he is believing that Shen Yuan filed for divorce the day before, when he found him in his office!! Damn original goods, why divorce Binghe!? Does divorce even exist in PIDW!? WHY!?

Shen Yuan makes up excuses, loses at least 20 more points, makes up more things again and sadly crawls with only 15 points in his favor and a rather furious Binghe.

Why does this wife want to abandon Binghe? This emperor has been kind, does this wife want something different? Shen Yuan makes up that he never imagined being married to an absent husband, capable of making him feel so lonely in a nest of other lonely women... And Binghe seems genuinely affected by it. Ah, loneliness, the weapon Binghe knows firsthand. An isolated and caring newcomer, being mocked and humiliated by others, seeking to remain resilient. Binghe, this one promises that he didn't use your past traumas on purpose!!

Binghe promises that he will change her (his) mind. He will be a present husband and make her (him) feel comfortable. Which makes Shen Yuan's escape plans go to fuckin hell. Bye bye, xianxia male body! Hello, another weeks of back pain from huge boobs!

And Binghe delivers on his promise, unfortunately. What's it costing you to be a normal man and forget your promises every day, damn protagonist!!

Shen Yuan wakes up with breakfast from Binghe, continues his day with walks with Binghe, ends his afternoon with dinner with Binghe, and dodges the papapa like a champ. Binghe is patient, considerate. Their conversations are charming, but Shen Yuan can see him... Sad. There is an old braid in his hair and deep dark circles under his eyes. Binghe looks exhausted, wasted, and when he thinks Shen Yuan isn't looking, his face shows so much sorrow that Shen Yuan wants to comfort him.

There's not much he can say. Get some random points - holding Binghe's hand at the right moment, discussing an important point about a creature and a hunt, giving recommendations how to best deal with eastern bear demons... Binghe seems to appreciate his company beyond the call of duty, which makes Shen Yuan a little proud. He's spending time with his favorite fictional boy without screwing up.

Then his body gets sick.

Xianxia World! Cultivation! Magic! Nothing? Shen Yuan wakes up with his head spinning like he's just stepped off a roller coaster, vomiting pathetically into an empty vase. The nausea is not getting better. His headache is horrible.

The System offers him to buy a skip plot; it comes out the same points that Shen Yuan has and he has tried hard not to spend them, a ridiculously large amount of points just to avoid a stomach infection. It's hard to complete side quests with the protagonist attached to his hip! Shen Yuan drops the skip plot.

The System insists. If he doesn't skip the plot now, he won't be able to do so in the future. Shen Yuan ignores it again. It's a silly illness. Nothing a little rest won't help.

... a little rest won't make it better.

Shen Yuan is thankful that Luo Binghe is not in the palace on his mission in the east, because he can be fully pathetic. He barely eats, faints from hunger, but as soon as he puts something in his mouth his stomach expels it. Damn demented body, do you want to eat only Binghe's food so much!? Spoiled body.

Shen Yuan sleeps a lot, sobs a lot in pain, growls (his body can growl. It's interesting) to the servants who come to clean, he takes cool showers that relieve his headache, and continues to expel every crumb.

He thinks he was even poisoned. He doesn't let the harem doctors get close. Mostly because he doesn't know them, but also because he remembers a subplot about a doctor who poisoned Binghe's wives to get revenge because Binghe had refused to take his daughter (for reasons that were entirely valid for Shen Yuan: she was a girl of barely twelve years old) in marriage and she had run away from home to avoid the humiliation. The plot ended with the girl hiding in the doctor's basement, who had made everything up, Binghe making a gore chapter out of it to remember the old days, and adopting the little girl to be raised among his many children in the harem... A good subplot for Shen Yuan, without unnecessary papapa even if it was for two chapters and followed by a threesome with massive busty demons.

Shen Yuan doesn't want to take any chances to unlock some gore subplot. So he just endures his nausea and pain until it fades about two weeks later. Suddenly it's bearable. He can snack on fruit and some roasted seeds. Some flavors are still intolerable to him... some smells too. He feels nauseous at the strongest, or even mildest, smells, but if they are too sweet he must run away. And textures on his skin. And tunics squeezing him. And his fucking huge tits hurt. They hurt like, like they're going to burst or break his cleavage. He even believes that from one day to the next they look bigger if that is possible. Wearing clothes is annoying. Having a body is annoying. Is this some fucking PMS that Shen Yuan didn't want to live with?

Wasn't it a ferocious body of a half-demon with a high cultivation level?? Why is he having PMS? He hasn't... bled since he came into this world!

...

. . .

He hasn't bled since he came to that world. The wedding (papapa of the original goods with The Heavenly Pillar) was almost three months ago. Shen Yuan has been occupying that body for almost two months.

...

. . .

That's not fucking happening.

"System, what the hell!?"

[ User was given the opportunity to buy a skip plot! User rejected it!!! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) Congratulations on making it through the first trimester in a healthy way!!! ]

Fucking shit.

[5a-alf]

The more i think about my experiences in military school, the more i realize the ravens were probably run similarly (if with a harder lean on the cult part) so i wanted to make a post explaining how quickly and even just how new ravens fell into group mentality.

[[Disclaimer: i think my experiences are like,, quite similar to some of what happened in the nest to the general raven but for them is like upped to 200%. We can argue the army is type of cult but not one as tightly run as the ravens probably were]]

The answer to the first is: pretty quickly. Let's say, a month is enough. After that first month, if you were to take them out of the environment they'd be quickly fine again, but they'd already be familiar with the mentality and would follow it if left in the nest. Different kinds of people react differently to the same conditions, but i do think Tetsuji choose ravens also based on their personalities/character, because each year only 4/5 people got into his team out of the thousand kids that play exy in high school, so he could choose for talent but also for drive and ability to listen to orders ecc. This eliminates the hardest type to break down, which is people who are naturally oppositional (like,,, any fox for example). He's looking for good soldiers.

Then, you are now allowed in this super niche private luxury club; there's only other 3 new people. One of them is now your partner forever and ever. What happens? You give EVERYTHING you have to be better than the other duo. That's only natural, there's a first place and a last place because only two couples are in this race; you need to win. What do you do to get better? You look for guidance in the older people around you. Some will ignore you, some will engage with you, but always with an air of superiority. You yourself are somewhat struck by their presence, as maybe you saw them play on television before, or speak in interviews.. you know of them, and that already puts you a step under them. That's power that they hold over you.

Now. There's rules in the nest. Do you think they were written? Do you believe for a minute that the new ravens were given a brief the first week, to let them know all about what is and isn't allowed? No. The rules are silent. You notice them because you can't miss the punishment that inevitably happens when you break them.

You sit in the wrong chair - someone screams at you.

You use the wrong tshirt - someone beats you up.

Well, now you won't sit it in the chair anymore, or use that tshirt in that specific instance, but you know what else you won't do? Sit in any chair you haven’t sat in before. Wear a tshirt you haven’t yet worn.

It takes that little.

Then with time comes confort. Months go by and now you now most of the rules, you're fine. Then you reach your second year, and there's new people... who will teach them the rules? You. Especially if they sit in the chair that is specifically reserved for second years. That's yours. And you feel you've earned it by making it through the year; that's a rule, isn't it? And you have a lot of pent up anger, because you are juggling school and training and you haven't had a pause in more than a year, you haven't seen your family or your pet or your old friends.

You yell. You beat them up.

The funny thing is, even when you just follow the rules to keep the peace, do it "ironically", to avoid having problems, at some point... it comes naturally. You get more and more comfortable with what you once found wrong, or not even wrong, but probably pretty stupid. Because the thing it: it's easier to oppose things that are glaringly wrong. You don't start teaching a new raven how to prey on kids. You start with something that maybe makes no sense, but also has no consequences, especially moral ones.

Why wluld you fight so hard for a chair. You can have another. It's not even that comfortable. It's not worth being yelled at. Just leave the chair.

And then, slowly, it escalates.

And the more time you spend inside, the more you let go on any of the hangups you had outside, because it genuinely starts to feel as a different world, where different societal rules are in place, and when you literally do no engage with the outside world for years... you forget how it used to be. You forget who you used to be.

Being there rewards you.

The more time passes, the more power you acquire. Now you can even invent new rules, as you like. It goes to your head fast.

There's so much more i can expand on, 1) shared pain 2) what happens after you graduate 3) what roles do the adults have in all of this 4) relationships (yes, same as the ravens, we were also not allowed to have romantic relationships; there were consequences ecc) 5) REHEARSALS AND GROUP MOVEMENT 6) public outings and perception.... and i could go on and on.

Let me know if you want me to expand on anything in particular

[hurlingdown]

Oh your themes just keep getting better! I love them all. Okay, that isn’t what I am here for, though.

Fever. Induced. Shanks. Please, please, he’s sick, hot and absolutely washed over by exhaustion and fatigue from being sick for a week. He needs you. Wants you. So damn desperately. He couldn’t even see you for this time period. He’s on the verge of losing his sanity. He can’t already sleep, now you on his mind is heating him more up than the fever.

He wipes his tars all over his face, and neck, and the back of his ears and air jumps as he fingers himself envisioning you. Moaning out your face, whimpering in the sheets, siding his pelvis with no embarrassment lingering over his mind. Just a feverish rush to satisfy his craving of you. Luckily for him, you were delivering him some chicken soup, when you stumbled upon the sight of your captain/husband in such a whoreish manner.

“Oh god, please go in farther, you’re fucking torturing me. Oh, yes, yes, YES, right there, sweetheart, right ther—“ The door swung open with you leaning against the rack of the door with the smuggest smile he has set eyes on. “Alone, there, cap’n?” You decide to tease because you know how much he messes you. How could not he not? You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him, either.

“Shit, uh, hey… um, is that soup for me? Thanks, you can just, uh, set it by my night stand.” You do as he tells you, as you crawl up in the bed with him, you whisper into his ear, “I think you’re feeling better. Need some pleasing?” His face sharply grows red, as he feverishly nods and tries kissing you. “Ah, ah, ah, no kissing. You don’t want me getting sick, now, do we?” He chuckles a bit, “eheh… no, we don’t. S’rry.”

You smile gently as you slid his waist on your lap and set him bank down on his resting pillow. “Relax, I got you covered. Just let me do everything, you’ll feel better in no time, baby.” As he dangles his arms on your shoulders as he positions himself over your dick, and slides onto it with suck silk it makes you shiver. “Good boy.” You smother onto his neck.

You can tell how exhausted he really is by not being the first one to move, and as you move him, he’s half your pace. Not quite realizing it for himself, enwarped with moaning and lock-jawing with the pleasure. It’s an enthralling sight, honestly, you thank the gods everyday for giving you such a man as your partner.

“There, god, fuck! You’re- so s’good!” He praises with a little more volume than honest antipathy; but you shake it aside because he’s suffering. His little mewls and pants enthrall you into a euphoric urge to cum alongside with him. “-um! I-I’m-gonna…! Ah, fuuuuuuuck, yes… finally.” Your dick twitches only in response to his heightened squeezing of your thighs and cum trickles drown your lap. You manage to cum a few seconds after he does sending him into his second euphoria with his high sending spine-chilling sparks.

“God, you just get better and better and fucking me like a toy, dont’cha?” He smirks while laughing. “If you really need to get toyed around while, u should tie you up and edge you until you’re cumming from the air, alone. How’s that sound?” His inaugurating expression lights up with a twinkle of sinister desire. “Sounds like fun time, we should do after I’m better, baby.” You laugh as you nod in agreement. “Hope I won’t make you sick again by torturing you~.”

I mainly wrote this because I’m getting over a fever and cold, and it’s finals week. One more week. We all can do this. Good luck to everybody. I wish all a satisfying and successful graded finals. (That was such a bad execution 😭)

I was going to add Zoro, Law, and possibly Robin but I got lazy.

- Saturn 🪐

we are all getting colds and fevers at the worst time possible 😭 i hope you're doing alright now!!! take good care of yourself and sleep more now that finals are over!!

let me get into this piece now. wow. shanks. can't believe i haven't written for him yet, because what a catch. funny, handsome and absolutely erotic. the way you've written him is just huuu 😮‍💨

the charm of shanks is how honest he is. you could put him in a mating press, a downward doggy or literally anything and he would describe his pleasure in explicit detail. "please go in farther" sir this is not a drive through. i imagine it gets 10x worse during a fever

my point is. this was so hot!! thank you for the meal!!!!!

[miragecounseling]

AH YAY ! I haven't been the mosttt involved in game this year, but I've been creating nonetheless :-)

(tw for sa/trafficking mention)

SUBJECT 5YLV4R1: Formerly an Inquest test subject. They were found near death and "rescued" by an Inquest researcher and taken back to Sandswept Isles. Their captor initially planned to use them for a lab assistant of sorts, but when they realized the horrors the lab contained and questioned their captor, they were sent to the same fate as those trapped within... until their escape. They might be hellbent on escaping alive, but does that mean they can't take a detour or too to ensure some Inquest don't get to leave alive as well?

T/W FOR SA/TRAFFICKING !!

ADELINE NYX: The diviner, the all seeing, the cursed. Do you know how it feels to once be revered, loved, and respected by your peers for the gift once said to be bestowed by the Six themselves? To be able to see one's future, to help avoid catastrophe and protect against attacks is a gift unlike any other. Until her gift shows the beloved crown Prince attacking women; foreigners brought in to satiate his twisted desires. 'The kind no one would miss,' he whispers to his advisor, his trafficker, with a sick grin. No one believes her. They call her a heretic, say her mind's been corrupted. She begs for someone, anyone to believe her. They drag her to the town square and string her up, left to be food for the crows. As they tie her hands, another vision swallows her mind and the words spill off her tongue. At first no one listens, but as she repeats the lilting message, the townsfolk go quiet.

The name held only in threats to bad children to get them to behave, in scary stories told around fires, in whispered hushes as they recount his murderous wrath... She sings it. He is returning. He is coming for them all.

ADRASTUS THE INESCAPABLE: technically I've had him / his design for years but he's sat with no Lore the entire time lmao so I've officially made him a lovesick villain who has come to rescue the love of his life that doesn't know she's his yet :)

I did this last year and it was pretty fun. So let's do it again.

Not that you need a reason to talk about your characters, but I know some people can be a little bit shy about holding their kids up to the sun and going "Look what I made!". Reblog and show off any characters you made this year. Tell us their story, why you made em, where they fit in to your Tyria!

<3

[nxrvqna]

pantystealer!choso thinks he’s slick, and for some time he is. it had all began when he found your dirty laundry mixed with his. he wasn’t complaining. he especially wasn’t complaining when he found it was a pair of light pink lace panties amongst his shirts and trousers. he brought a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, a light blush dusting his cheeks. he paused for a second before picking it up, turning around to call you before the dark spot on your panties caught his eye, causing him to let out a guttural groan.

choso complains to you about how the basement washing machines must be eating all the clothes, how apparently his clothes have been going missing. planting the seed of doubt made it so much easier for him to perv around. you’re not home? perfect, choso will rummage through drawers, searching for your undergarments. you need to wash a load? choso is the perfect roommate, insisting on taking your clothes downstairs to wash, and does it oh, so diligently. when you’re only a room away and he tugs his cock in the dead of night with your underwear wrapped around him, he does so with a heavy heart, unable to free himself from his depraved habit.

it’s only a few weeks later when you two are eating together for the first time in weeks, does he realise his scheme has been foiled. you sit beside him, knees touching, when you excuse yourself to grab something. choso, being the degenerate he is, can't help but let his eyes travel up your legs to underneath your skirt, where he is greeted by your bare pussy, glistening under the light of the living room. he has no time to compose himself, letting out a strangled gasp. you look down at him with a saccharine smile. "sorry cho, did i not mention how i've ran out of underwear?"

and that is how he finds himself quivering and trembling under you, his hands trying to dictate the pace of your riding. his attempt to seize control contradicts the short moans and gasps you're pulling out from him. the way his ruddy tip gives your cervix a sweet kiss every so often has him keening. "cho- choso, i can't believe you went through all that effort, to- to hide how dirty you really are." you moan above him.

his dark tufts of hair littering his pubic bone scratch deliciously against your centre of nerves, causing you to squeeze and clench around him. "i-i'm sorry, i jus-." he chokes out as you tug on his raven locks. you place pecks along his delicate cheekbones, lipgloss leaving shiny marks. he feels you tighten around him and throws his head into the crook of your neck, big arms snaking around the circle of your waist to let him thrust up into you.

you let out a whine and tug your bottom lip between your pearly teeth. "don't stop, baby, right there!" egged on by your words, choso continues his ministrations, until he finds you milking him for all he's worth, cunt clenching like a vice as you spill all over his thighs, making a mess. he follows suit, spurting out white ribbons of hot cum, before slumping forward against you.

you run your hands through his hair, smoothing and caressing him. you laugh, the noise melodious in the sex- filled air. "you're taking me shopping tomorrow for some underwear. you can pick out a few pieces as well." choso looks up at your grin, a deep blush rushing to his face. his head falls on your chest, finding purchase between the valley of your breasts.

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December 2023

They don't talk much for the rest of that shift. It's a busy one because the holidays make people crazy, and by the time the B- shift arrives to take over, all of them are drained and exhausted and beyond ready to spend their Christmas morning in bed. 

Buck catches up to him when Eddie is leaving the locker room, duffel slung over his shoulder. His hair is still damp, dark brown because of it, and curling at the ends.

"Hey." He slows down to a brisk walk once he reaches Eddie, but doesn't really look at him. Instead, he stares at Eddie's feet, frowning as if Eddie's shoes have done something to offend him. "Uh. Are you. Okay?" 

For a moment, brief and shameful, Eddie allows himself to recall the previous night—Buck's blushing cheeks underneath the mistletoe, dark blue eyes following Eddie across the dance floor. Then he does what he does best, and buries it all. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" he asks, and bumps his shoulder against Buck's.

Buck sucks in a breath and when he looks at Eddie, surprised and hopeful, Eddie smiles. It's casual, it's normal, it's a clear invitation to act like nothing has happened. 

Nothing has happened. 

Slowly, bit by bit, Buck's insecure expression melts away. If he looks the tiniest bit disappointed, then that's just the price they have to pay for normalcy. 

"Okay." He nods to himself, as if fortifying his defenses. "Wanna grab some breakfast?"

That's what they normally do, so Eddie nods too. "I'm starving."

Later, back home, Eddie finds Buck's gift in his duffel, still unopened. He turns it in his hand, over and over, stares at the red wrapping paper until it becomes the only thing he can see. Then, with one shaky breath, he hides the gift in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, never to be looked at again. 

December 2024

Almost exactly one year later, Eddie once again spends his Christmas Eve with Buck. This time, though, they're not at work. There are no bells, no distractions, and no girlfriends either. The Buckley-Han family Christmas is all about, well, family. And it's wonderful. 

They eat, they sing Christmas songs with Jee, they watch Rudolph together and later, when Jee is in bed, they watch Die Hard because Chim insists. It's almost 2 in the morning when Eddie and Buck finally make it back home, and Eddie feels warm and happy, even if the wound in his heart is impossible to deny. 

"I miss him too," Buck tells him, when they're standing in the living room together, looking at the pictures lined up on Eddie's fireplace. "Promise you'll let me visit?"

Eddie takes a deep, deep breath. Then, for the first time in a long time, he does something just for himself. Dancing around the living room in your underwear where nobody can see you is one thing; admitting a shameful truth to another person is much harder. "I don't want to leave."

Buck exhales. "I don't want you to leave."

"But Chris—"

"There are chess clubs in LA too, Eddie," Buck says, voice quiet but intense. "And water, and—science, and whatever. LA is his home. Your parents—they shouldn't have taken him. No, don't—don't defend them. You know I'm right. They should have been on your side. It sucks that they weren't. But they can't keep Chris from you, not really, and if—I'm sure he misses you too. I'm sure he wants to come home too. If only so he can meet all of our Hotshots friends."

Eddie laughs quietly, despite himself. He's still staring at the pictures. He wants to believe Buck. He almost—almost does. 

"Let me help," Buck says. "Let's—let's visit him, or talk to him together, or—let me help."

Buck tried to help, back in May. It didn't work out then, but Chris was so angry then, so hurt. Maybe now… maybe it could be different. 

Eddie licks his lips. Then, before he can talk himself out of it, he nods. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," Eddie says. He turns to Buck, and Buck must have moved closer when Eddie wasn't looking, because they're suddenly so close their chests touch every time Eddie breathes in too deeply. He could put some distance between them. He doesn't want to. "I'll let you help."

Buck smiles, earnestly grateful. "Good. Let's call him first thing in the morning."

"I still have your presents," Eddie tells him, apropos of nothing. "From last year. I never gave them to you. And I never—I never opened yours."

Buck breathes out a laugh. It's barely audible, but they're so close that Eddie can feel the warm puff of breath on his cheek. "You can give them to me tomorrow."

"Yeah," Eddie says, "Buck, listen…"

"I love you."

Eddie stops. Buck didn't blurt it out, didn't stumble his way through it. It wasn't a rushed confession or a slip-up. He said it slowly, and clearly, and Eddie—Eddie, who was about to say something very similar—Eddie stops. 

"I love you," Buck repeats. "I do. For years, probably. I never realized, because... I guess we've just always been so close. I guess I figured my feelings were just friendship. I never had a best friend before you. But that's not—that's not what this is. Josh—he asked me all these questions to help me figure out if I loved Tommy, and I couldn't really... I couldn't answer most of them. I guess if I'd been honest with myself, the answer would have been no. For most of them. With Tommy, I mean, but with you… It's always been yes. And I don't expect anything. I just, I just needed you to know. And I'm sorry if that's weird, or, or if I'm making you uncomfortable, but I just couldn't keep on not saying it. It was kind of eating me up inside, and I—"

"I love you too." Buck shuts up. His eyes grow wide. Eddie smiles at him. "I love you too."

"You love me too."

"Yes." 

Eddie shifts so that they're standing even closer. His heart is beating evenly, even as his skin flushes with heat. This is at once exhilarating and scary and the most normal thing in the world. 

Buck loves Eddie. Eddie loves Buck. How could it ever be any other way? 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. You can go back to rambling if you want. I just figured you should know, before you go and make assumptions."

"You love me," Buck repeats, dumbfounded. 

"I love you," Eddie says. It's kind of thrilling, saying it. It's like—no, it's better than dancing. 

Buck laughs, then, open and relieved. He tilts his head back, looks up at the ceiling, exposes his throat. 

Eddie licks his own smiling lips. "What are you doing?"

"Checking to see if there's a mistletoe," Buck says, "because I would really like to kiss you right now."

"You're such an idiot," Eddie replies, and then he hauls Buck in, missing mistletoe be damned. 

Well; this is it! Thanks everyone for following along - it's been so much fun <3

Now that it's finished, this fic has also been posted to my ao3 (where it is a one-shot instead)!

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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[numberonetacostan]

Thanks for answering my III but with Taco ask ^^

Though, I do have a another III but with Taco ask and it’s kind of a big one.

I would like you to elaborate on S3 Ep 15 “Blue Buried” but with Taco, like, What would Tacos monologue be when she and Goo get asked ‘who killed Blueberry’ and she said it was Blueberry himself? What would be her reasoning? What would the others say? How would she prove her point? What would Blueberry even say? Would he say the same thing as he did in canon? Would he or really anyone convict Taco as the murderer? What would Mephone say? This one specific Ep idea has got me asking so many questions in a good way! So keep it up Loomy ^^

Hi Mushy!!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in another ask about my au!!!!!!!!! X] I love questions about my au!!!!!!! XD Hooray!!!!!!!!!!!! ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ I'm glad to see you have another!!!!!! I'm rewatching the episode as I type this out so hopefully I don't miss anything!!!!!^^ Now without further ado, it's... Elaboration Time (da-da!)!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, Taco's Tirade Murder Mystery Monologue!!!! She and Goo would be the last pair to go!!! Mephone asks for their conclusion, everyone turns to them, Goo is nervous because he still has no idea, and Taco dryly says "He's faking it." This is quite a surprise to everyone, and she continues with her reasoning!! One important thing- Mephone didn't get a recovery notification for him!!! Not only could she get Goo's testimony that he didn't see Mephone get one, but I can see her going up to Mephone and swiping down on his face to check his notifs, with the excuse of looking at the time. With the glop of Goo that Cabby and Lifering reason is why Goo must have done it, Taco would ask Goo to give her a rundown of what happened before she and the other current contestants arrived, and he'd definitely mention that Blueberry had shoved him. It's Goo, his account would be very detailed!!!!^^ As for the "CA" written in the sand? Well, we saw Goo get out of the boat in front of Candle. With Blueberry in front of him and Candle behind him, she couldn't have reached him to commit the murder. As for Cabby, like Bot said, her wheels are squeaky, and someone would have heard her if she was moving around at night. With both of those two being clear of suspicion and thus not having been what Blueberry was going to write, it makes it extra suspicious that the letters he did write are the first letters of two contestants' names, yeah? Almost as if it were a red herring? And there's no damage to the body that indicates how he would have died? Taco is made for lies and schemes, plans and manipulating things in her favor for better and worse. She can deduce it's a sham because it follows a thought process similar to what her own would be!!! Taco might also attempt to induce an involuntary response from Blueberry!! [or tell a lie that exposes his lie to her!! Like, I believe I've seen a post about this but I don't know where. She could "think out loud" to Goo, saying that if he's really dead, when she picks up his arm it will stay in the position she puts it in. This is not true since muscles relax immediately after death for 2-3 hours before rigor mortis sets in!!!! (i think!!!!!) If he keeps his arm up like she says he would if he was really dead, she would know he's faking it!!! Depends on how much Blueberry knows about corpses, really.] Since she goes last she can use everyone else's discoveries to prove her own hypothesis!!!

So, uh, I can't say much of the cast would believe her at first, but since Taco figuring out that it was Blueberry responsible for his own "murder" means she wins, and Blueberry doesn't get to rejoin, so he'd probably get up on his own. That would prove her point better than anything, lol. He doesn't get all cocky in this one, since his plan failed, but he would go through a similar explanation of why and how he did it!!! With an additional "And I would have gotten away with it, if it weren't for that meddling Taco." And there would still be the line about Mephone turning his personal problems into challenge, which Taco would interject and agree with.

As for anyone accusing Taco!!! Unfortunately Bot's word search does not include the word "Taco", I checked, so Nickel and Clover would keep their accusation aimed at Bot. Candle and Silver wouldn't be accusing The Floor anymore, since he's always been an assistant in this au and thus has no motive, but I also don't think they'd accuse Taco. Candle can see Taco's aura has improved, and is very much not as murderous as it may have been prior, and despite not having been able to form an alliance with her, Silver does still respect her, and would go along with Candle in not suspecting her. It isn't particularly important who they do end up accusing, so uh... Clover...? Sure, yeah, they accuse Clover due to her conveniently timed arrival and luck shenanigans I guess. Honestly, they can accuse whoever you want them too, it really is inconsequential. HOWEVER!!! In this au, Yin-Yang is their own team for this challenge!! The numbers are off, and they're kind of like two people, so they work together!! And would probably accuse Taco lol. They just had the miserable Springtastic challenge with her, Yin at least would probably know some of her unsavory history, she'd be a pretty foregone conclusion for them, I think.

Mephone would be pretty surprised, maybe even impressed with the logic too!! Might be pretty happy to have seen Taco put even a bit of actual effort and thought into a challenge, and even winning, with how much she wants to quit this entire season. But unlike in canon, someone did figure out whodunnit!! He'd still reveal that the jury would be choosing the winner, and wrap up the challenge there!!!

I hope this provides you with all the answers you wanted, Mushy!!!!^^ If you meant you wanted me to write the actual monologue, feel free to let me know and I can give it a shot!!! Or if you or anyone has any other questions, feel free to let me know those too!!!! I will keep it up!!!!! X]

[fredlikesbreakfast]

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[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about nora again

[fragglerockopinions]

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[maulfucker]

[listening to any random song] I could make this about Maul

[thatrandombystander]

Just got back from watching a production of Les Mis and yeah man to love another person really is to see the face of God 😭😭😭

[love-fireflysong]

I AM A PLATFORMING GOD!!!!!!

(...except not really cause I still need the 38 time trial relics for that coveted 106% 😭)

[anistarrose]

[ID: Owl House fanart. Luz is in her human realm clothes, sitting with her face buried in her arms as she cries. Her titan mask is pushed back from her face. Eda and King appear with ghostly blue outlines, looking at Luz sadly. They both put hands on her shoulders. End ID.]

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