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[wunder-plunder]

OC board of Germany's states #4: Hesse ❤️🤍

[wunder-plunder]

Bavaria: "How to Thrive in a World Filled with Idiots" - a self-empowerment guide

Hesse: "Billy the Bumblebee's First Day in Kindergarten" - a children's book

North Rhine-Westphalia: "Proving Einstein's Theory of Bose-Einstein Condensates Wrong" - a scientific paper

Rhineland-Palatinate: "The Art of the Perfect Smile (and Human Manipulation)" - a self-help book

Brandenburg: "Pessimism as Your New Religion" - a philosophical treatise

Saxony: "How to Down 10 Shots of Jägermeister at Once" - a drinking guide

Baden-Württemberg: "The History of American Jazz Told Through Cuckoo Clocks" - a picture book

Schleswig-Holstein: "Feelings. For Men" - a self-care manual

if your oc was to write a book, what would it be about?

[toranoya]

Hungry plants!

@remnantsouls

Krix zipped down the cracked sidewalk of Hell's gritty suburban sprawl, his board rattling against the uneven terrain. The skater Imp’s jagged smile stretched wide beneath his mop of ebony hair, tail swishing with excitement. He was on a mission: to find the smoothest, untouched grind rail in this part of the underworld.

But Krix had a habit of ignoring “No Trespassing” signs.

He skidded to a halt at the edge of a yard surrounded by a crooked iron fence. Inside stood a half-broken birdbath, a rusted-out lawnmower, and—most importantly—a perfectly curved rail leading down a garden staircase. His sharp teeth glinted as he grinned.

"Score," he muttered, vaulting over the fence with his board tucked under one arm.

The yard had an eerie vibe, but Krix wasn’t the type to be scared of dead grass or twisted shadows. He set his board down at the top of the stairs, rolling it back and forth with his foot to test the incline.

But just as he bent his knees to launch into a trick, something clamped around his ankle.

“What the—?!”

A gnarled root, thick and pulsing like a vein, had burst from the dirt and coiled around his leg. He stumbled, falling backward onto the overgrown lawn. His tail thrashed as he tried to pull free, but the root only tightened, dragging him closer to the garden’s center…

[marrissacooper]

favourite music moments in The OC (part 3)

Here's the day you hoped would never come Don't feed me violins Just run with me through rows of speeding cars

[nephytale]

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[wunder-plunder]

Brandenburg ❤️🤍 (OC board #5)

[toranoya]

Presents for Stephen

@holyfurnace Archangel Gabriel hummed as he descended the winding staircase leading to Heaven's Records Department. His brother Michael, always the diligent soldier, had left a mountain of paperwork that needed filing, and Gabriel, ever the messenger, had volunteered to bring it down. He’d also had his reasons, one of which happened to be waiting for him in the endless rows of ethereal filing cabinets.

He finally arrived, scrolls neatly stacked in his arms, and glanced around until his gaze landed on a familiar figure. There, meticulously organizing the latest celestial decrees, was Stephen, the seraphim in charge of records and, in Gabriel’s mind, easily the most radiant soul in Heaven.

"Stephen! Presents!" Gabriel’s voice sang out, his wings fluttering slightly in excitement.

[wunder-plunder]

Chapter: 2/3

Fandom: Hetalia (Anime & Manga)

Relationships: Germany/North Italy (Hetalia), Germany & Hesse (Hetalia), Hesse & Brandenburg (Healia)

Summary: What would you wish for if, on one fateful evening, a Genie suddenly appeared in your kitchen, ready to grant your heart's deepest desire? Would you ask for endless riches? For worldwide fame? Or for your Italian boyfriend to see the error of his ways, crawl back to you on all fours and beg for your forgiveness? Ludwig’s answer is clear. After his and Feliciano’s umpteenth fight this week, the Italian storms out, leaving the German in the shambles of a once happy relationship. The perfect opportunity for his mystical visitor, an ambitious Genie-in-training, to test the limits of his magic—quite literally.

[toranoya]

Krix blinked as Joshua tugged his shirt back down, catching the pink tint creeping across the other’s face. His sharp grin faltered into a sheepish smile, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled, his tail curling slightly behind him. "I’m just hungry, y’know? Didn’t mean to… uh… flash the goods or anything."

Audrie let out a soft huff, tightening her vines around his arm as if scolding him for the interruption in her scritches. Krix sighed, using his free hand to placate her while glancing back at Joshua, who was still focused on the cauldron with a determined expression.

"Thanks for letting me stay for dinner," Krix added, his tone a little quieter now. "Didn’t mean to, uh, push my luck earlier. Just… yeah, I’ve been running around all day, and I think my stomach’s trying to start a rebellion."

The item was accepted, before carefully mixed in, his focus clearly on the cooking, can't let the whole batch burn.. "If you would like to stay for dinner you may" That was way more acceptable than a whole night... Out of the corner of his eye he caught the flash of bare skin, and his face went pink, but he simply moved a talon'd hand and tugged the other's shirt back down. "No need for that..."He huffed.

[toranoya]

"Love, especially when it defies expectations, often frightens those who cannot understand it. But love, Stolas, is also your greatest strength. You’ve chosen a path few dare to walk—one of authenticity and courage. If Blitzo sees the real you, then trust in that bond. The world may strip titles and cast judgment, but it cannot take away the love you and Blitzo share. Let their whispers fade into the background. Focus instead on the truth of who you are and what you hold dear and find peace." -Yogirt (Kandi)

(Just a thought I had while thinking about this little guy. :)

@botanikos @doublejango

[wunder-plunder]

Germany from Bavaria's perspective

found this gem on pinterest:

Austria: brothers in spirit

Switzerland: land of the money bags and philistines

France: land of the arch nemesis

Belgium: land of french fries

The Netherlands: land of the trailers

Poland: Russia and Siberia

Czech Republic: Bohemia and Moravia

Berlin: Sodom and Gomorrah

Schleswig-Holstein: land of the southern Swedes

Bremen: Norwegian lowlands

North Rhine-Westphalia, Rhineland-Palatinate and Hesse: land with the ridiculously small beer glasses

Baden-Württemberg: spätzle-eater-land and place with the revolt because of a few trees

Thuringia and Saxony: land of the overpriced highways

East-Germany: land of messies

And of course:

Bavaria: The Promised Land

Everything that isn't Bavaria: Prussia

[toranoya]

Cotton Candy Chaos

@princexsitri

The night was alive with neon lights and the rhythmic pulse of bass-heavy music that made even the walls of the bar tremble. It was the kind of place where people came to escape their worries, leaving their troubles at the door along with their inhibitions. Tonight, though, something—or rather, someone—extraordinary graced the bar.

Archangel Gabriel strolled in with a smile that could light up the heavens. Dressed in a crisp white button-up shirt with the sleeves casually rolled to his elbows, dark jeans that hugged his legs in just the right way, and boots that clicked confidently on the floor, he looked like he belonged, even though he was anything but ordinary. His usually golden locks were a shocking shade of cotton candy pink, standing out like a beacon under the bar’s dim lights.

"Human fashion really is something else," Gabriel mused as he slid onto a barstool, his radiant blue eyes scanning the crowd. People couldn’t help but stare at him—not just because of his hair but because of the aura he carried. It wasn’t every day you saw someone who seemed to glow from within.

“Hey, Pinky, what’s your poison?” the bartender asked with a grin, clearly charmed by Gabriel’s unusual hair and dazzling smile.

Gabriel tilted his head, considering the question. “I’ll have one of those colorful drinks,” he said, pointing to a rainbow cocktail someone at the end of the bar was nursing. “It looks delightful.”

The bartender chuckled and whipped up the drink, sliding it across the counter to him. Gabriel took a sip and immediately beamed. “Oh, this is marvelous! It’s like drinking joy.”

Within minutes, Gabriel had become the center of attention. People flocked to him, drawn by his infectious energy and effortless charm and beauty. He told stories—heavily edited for mortal ears—about places he’d visited and people he’d met, his melodic laughter cutting through the din of the bar like a bell. He danced with strangers, his movements so fluid and graceful that it was impossible to look away. Even the grumpiest patrons found themselves grinning as they watched him.

Unbeknownst to Gabriel, a shadowy figure at the edge of the bar had been watching him intently. The figure leaned closer as Gabriel returned to his drink, slipping something small and shimmering into the glass when the disguised Archangel wasn’t looking…

[toranoya]

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he noticed Benji’s slight droop of the ears. “Oh no, don’t apologize, Sir Benji of the Floppy Ears. That title is non-negotiable now by the way,” he declared, feigning the tone of a royal decree. He even added a little dramatic flick of his wrist for emphasis. “We’re getting it engraved on a plaque for your office. Maybe on your mailbox too. Thoughts?”

When Benji tried to downplay the glowing cherub story, Gabriel leaned in slightly, folding his arms with a knowing smirk. “Ah, so you’ve heard the rumors. Interesting.” He tilted his head, his wings shifting slightly as though he were about to deliver a great secret. “I suppose the part about her trying to patent it is also just a rumor, then?” He raised a hand to his chin, his expression the picture of mock seriousness. “She claimed it was ‘for lighting the dark corners of Heaven.’ I’m not entirely sure that cherub ever forgave her.”

He chuckled again, stepping back and waving a hand dismissively. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing. I’m sure she’s treating you just fine. If anyone knows how to handle her whirlwind of a work ethic, it’s you, Benji.” His tone softened slightly, though the playful glimmer in his eyes remained. “Just… try not to let her turn you into a prototype for celestial efficiency, okay? Heaven needs at least one cherub who can relax.”

[@holyfurnace

Benji just nodded slowly, biting back a slight frown as he responded. "Alright... Gabe." He said, his ears drooping down slightly in embarrassment. "My apologies."

An unamused expression flashed across his face for an instant at the suggestion, and he pressed his mouth into a thin line before deciding to ignore it when Gabe spoke next. "Yes, I, ah... I know about that. It's mostly just rumors, though; we have a very good staff, and Saint Raphael has never given any of us too much work."

[wunder-plunder]

Germany's state of North Rhine-Westphalia (OC board #7) 💚🤍❤️

[toranoya]

Morning Messenger

@rradiio Morning light filtered through the golden expanse of Heaven, bathing the vast halls in a warm, celestial glow. Soft hymns of praise floated in the air like the whisper of a gentle breeze. Archangel Gabriel, the Messenger of God, walked with quiet grace through the shimmering corridors, his sandalled feet making no sound upon the radiant marble floors.

He paused just outside the grand entrance to the Throne Room, an expanse so immense it seemed to stretch into infinity. Gabriel took a moment to adjust his toga—a pristine garment of flowing white and gold that draped across his slim frame. With a practiced hand, he straightened the fabric over his shoulders and ensured the golden sash rested perfectly at his waist. Every detail mattered in the presence of the Almighty. He didn’t mind messing with Michael every now and then, but their Father was something different altogether. No exposed belly and dyed hair here.

Taking a deep breath, Gabriel stepped forward. The doors to the Throne Room opened with a soft, harmonious hum, revealing a vast chamber filled with the essence of peace and power. At its center, upon a throne of light that defied mortal comprehension, sat the Creator.

Gabriel's heart, though steadfast and true, always fluttered with reverence at the sight of Him. The Almighty’s presence was a convergence of warmth and majesty, His form indescribable yet familiar—a light too bright to gaze upon directly, yet gentle enough to comfort even the most troubled soul.

Gabriel approached, his wings folding neatly behind him, their brilliant white feathers catching the divine light. He bowed low, the movement fluid and reverent, his forehead nearly touching the floor.

"Good morning, Father," Gabriel's voice, soft yet resonant, echoed in the sacred space. "Do You have any messages for me to deliver today?"

[toranoya]

Gabriel held his ground as Monty stood between him and Lucifer, the snake’s tail rattling with ominous intent. The archangel’s eyes softened, though he made sure to keep his movements slow and non-threatening, his hands still raised slightly.

"I hear you, Mon," Gabriel said gently, his voice calm and steady despite the tension in the air. "And I’m not here to argue with you about trust or territory. You’re right—angels haven’t exactly earned much goodwill, and I’m not blind to that. But I’m not just any angel. I’m his brother." He glanced past Monty to Lucifer’s resting form before turning his gaze back to the guardian. "Tolerated or not, that still means something to me, even if it doesn’t to you."

He took a careful step back, giving Monty more space, signaling that he wasn’t there to push boundaries. "I didn’t come here to cause trouble, and I certainly didn’t come to disrupt his rest. If he’s not ready to see me, I’ll respect that. I just…" Gabriel sighed and let his hands drop to his sides. "I needed to see him, to make sure he’s okay. I didn’t know he’d be… in this state. I’ll wait until he’s awake before I come back—if he wants me to come back at all."

Gabriel offered a faint, tired smile. "So, Monty, I’ll take my leave for now. But next time, maybe don’t look so ready to strike me down, huh? It’s bad for my angelic nerves." He gave a soft chuckle, his wings folding tighter against his back as he prepared to depart.

Monty’s tail rattled in warning as he quickly got between Gabe and Lucifer , glaring at him the whole time he still kept his sword in his hand just in case,

“He still hasn’t said you are allowed down here, this is for him and his mate only … especially right now, Angels aren’t trustworthy no matter who they are ..” he growled .

“He tolerates you.. and so does his mate if you really want to be around him wait for him to wake up before you visit “

He was quiet for a moment, “also apologize to him.”