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[fandom-girl-99]

Daily Prompt: What's the coolest thing you've ever found (and kept)?

Another Daily Prompt! I thought I couldn't come up with any cool stuff but I couldn't stop writing once I started! Hahaha!

So, growing up I used to collect rocks from every beach I visited and I have visitedhalf of Greece so those are a lot of beaches. I truly thinkthat is one of the coolest things I have collected and found because they had very peculiar shapes and colours so I found them cool! Now, another coolest thing I have found was a chocolate bar that almost hit me on the head as I was coming out of the Metro…

[xrd]

Like I think the samurai angle is cool for him but I feel like he just doesn't carry the same kind for weight in his presence idk. I think it might be the silhouette?

[farsight-the-char]

My family's cherry tree is blooming.

Good Times.

[oceanblue971]

Eastern lubber grasshopper nymph my beloved

Someone play a game with me? Im bored. Guess what type of bug this is. No cheating!!🦗

[markashyaka]

Eazye orniment

[ameliathornromance]

After the many congratulations, the hard clasps on the back and the exhausting night was over, your Orc boyfriend held his child in his arms, while you fell deeper into well deserved sleep.

When you’d told him you were pregnant, it had shocked him. He didn’t think that anything would come of your time together, let alone a baby. It’s not that he didn’t love you, he did, would do anything for you.

He thought since you two were different kinds of beings, there was a very slim chance that the pair of you would have a child.

You’d told him with tears in your eyes, worried about how he'd react. Would he start shouting? Get angry with you over something you had no control over?

But none of that had happened. Instead, he had taken your hands in his and assured you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

After getting over the shock of the initial news, your Orc began to make preparations for the baby.

He chopped wood and began to construct a cradle. He sought out animals and skinned them to make blankets, bought some of the best fabric he could find to make clothes from.

Since you were going to be doing the main job of carrying and having the baby, he decided he was going to do all the preparation for when the baby is born.

You had asked to help him, but your Orc boyfriend scolded you for even asking. “Get back into bed, you’re not going to do any hard labour, you’re already doing enough as it is.”

“It's not like I'm a glass orniment! I want to do something to help!” You’d protested. “I can’t let you do all this while I put my feet up.”

Sighing, your Orc had given you some fabric, needle and thread. He was good at manual labour, half of keeping the camp fed and moving meant being good with your hands.

But more delicate work like sewing? He was useless. Some Orcs in the camp had a knack for it. But every time your boyfriend picked up a needle and threat, his thick fingers would bend the metal pin, thus rendering it useless.

So, for making clothes, he left that up to you.

As your stomach expanded, he finished working on important things like cribs and toys, he found himself with nothing to do.

The other Orcs had laid him off from doing any other kinds of work in the camp, so he could spend more time with you, so he resigned himself to watching you sew.

He found it so peaceful to watch you. Your eyes so concentrated on the fabric and thread in front of you, it was hard not to gawk at you as you worked.

Your Orc had heard about pregnancy glows in human women, and boy did you have one. But glow was the wrong word to describe it, he thought, you raidiated.

“You’re staring at me again,” you’d smiled one evening.

The Orc who laid on the side of his bed, hand propping up his head, gave a dreamy smile. “How can I not? You look gorgeous.”

You’d tried to hide your smile, embarrassed. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of Goddess.”

“Well would I be wrong for thinking that?” He asked, “everyone stares at you now, it would be hard not to think that of you from how the rest of the camp acts.”

Apart from himself, everyone in the camp was excited to meet your baby. When the news first began to spread through the camp, the Orc women had tossed out your boyfriend out of the tent. They all crowded around you, making it difficult for him to even get a look at what they were saying to you.

When he’d tried to protest, get back to you, they’d all squawked at him to leave you and them alone. When he was finally allowed back in, you were grinning from ear to ear, while one of the Orc woman stayed by your side.

He was glad that the women were around when he wasn't. As much as he would like to have shared an understanding with your plight, there was no way he could.

So he was happy that the other women of the camp were there to support you.

“What did they talk to you about when they threw me out that night?” Your boyfriend asked as you examined your sewing progress.

You narrowed your eyes at the small shirt in front of you. You answered, “they all came in to say that if I needed anything, I could call on them. They’d drop everything they were doing to come and help me. Oh, and that one of them would always be around to help if something started to happen.”

Taking your eyes off your sewing, you looked at him and placed an absent-minded hand on your stomach. “One of them said it looks like the baby is due any day now.” You told him, “you’ll be around, won’t you?”

“Of course I will.” Your boyfriend assured. “I wouldn’t miss the birth of my baby for the world.”

And for the next couple of days, he stayed in the camp. All the other Orcs waited as well, like it was their child that they were expecting.

Your water broke a few hours after your Orc had gone to drink with his others. They were in the middle of discussing who would win between a Werewolf and a Vampire, when one of the Orc women rushed over.

She gave your boyfriend a hard smack on the back of the head, which made your boyfriend spat out his drink and glowered at her. “What the hell was that for?!”

“Can’t you hear that!?” She snapped at him.

Silence filled the air, before being punctuating by a wail. Your wail.

He was on his feet instantly, face flushing. When had it happened? And why didn’t he hear it?!

“Idiot can’t even hear the birth of his own baby.” His attacker had breathed indignantly. She rounded on the rest of the Orcs, who were all looking sheepishly at her, like they were expecting to be hit as well. But she commanded, “go and get some warm water and blankets, all of you!”

They scattered like a group of scared rats as your boyfriend left them and went to his tent.

He found you hunched over, with the other women of the camp. Your Orc wanted to step in, to hold your hand, do something to help you, but at the look of one of the other women in the tent, he backed out and waited with baited breath outside his tent.

Other Orcs came forward to stay with him as he waited. “This has always been a women’s thing.” One of the older Orcs of the camp comforted him. “They don’t like having the fathers in there because they feel like it’s intimidating.”

He jerked his head to the entrance of your boyfriends tent. “She’s in safe hands, your woman. And we’re here for you too.” A few other Orcs who’d gathered around your boyfriend murmured in agreement.

It was agony to wait outside as you cried. Your Orc boyfriend had never felt so helpless to do anything to help you. It was like all the things he had done for the baby these past few months, were nothing compared to what you were doing at that moment.

He felt guilty for getting your pregnant in the first place.

But all that stopped when your shouts of pain stopped and were replaced by the infantile cries of new life.

All the Orcs around him tensed at the sound, your Boyfriend standing from his seat at the front of the tent. He wanted to go in, to see you and your child, but he worried about getting cursed out by the other Orcs inside.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them opened the tent flap and beckoned him inside. He had gone in without a word to his others outside the tent.

But as he caught a glimpse of you, sweaty and exhausted in bed, he stopped dead in his tracks.

The other women in the tent looked at each other with knowing smiles as they rinsed their bloody hands in bowls of water. Some were folding up bloody towels, while another sat on the side of your bed. One woman checking your temperature with the back of their hand to your forehead.

They moved out of the way as your Orc approached you, who was completely transfixed by the bundle wrapped in furs and blankets in your arms. Your tired eyes darted away for only a second as you looked at him, “she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

A lump in your boyfriends throat formed, “’she’?” He croaked.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Your Boyfriend leaned in closer and put a hand over his mouth as he laid eyes on his baby girl for the first time.

She was a lot smaller than most other Orc babies he’d seen. At a quick glance, you might have mistaken her for being a human baby; But the child undeniably held Orcish features. Small tusks jutted out from her bottom lip, her skin was pale green like a lily pad. Her nose was human shaped, but upturned slightly. Her ears were more rounded than any other Orcs, clearly shown from her human heritage.

She was perfect.

“That’s my baby.” Your boyfriend said, stupidly.

You gave another nod as tears began to run down you cheeks. “Do you want to hold her?”

Your Boyfriend almost let out a cry as you asked. Gently passing over the bundle, your Orc held his child in his arms and allowed himself to cry. She weighed like nothing, quite different from Orc babies, who weighed a ton.

He looked at you as you settled back in the bed. “You are so amazing.” He sniffed. “Really. I mean it love.”

It didn’t seem like you could hear him though, as your eyes drifted shut and you fell asleep.

Your boyfriend hadn’t realised that the women were still at the front of the tent, watching. They rushed him up, as they whispered to him, “she needs rest. Babies fine, for the moment, so go and show her off.”

The Orc had almost completely forgotten about the crowd of Orcs outside the tent as the women pushed him out. But as he exited, the whole crowd’s faces lit up like fireflies.

They all darted forward to get a look at your child, some clapping your Orc hard on the back as they congratulated him.

He felt as though he didn’t deserve it though, it’s not like he did all the heavy lifting during your pregnancy.

“Look at those tusks! The girls not even ten minutes out of the womb and they already look strong enough to rip through meat!”

“And her skin! If it weren’t for the tusks, you wouldn’t know she was one of us!”

“Oh but isn’t her face cute, look at those chubby cheeks.”

As their chatter got louder, your boyfriend pulled his daughter to his chest and shot them all a glare, “be quiet!” he hissed at them. He was hyper aware that you needed to rest at the moment and he was not about to let a group of excited Orcs wake you.

They all fell silent, some of them grinning. “Dad instincts are kicking in.” One of them whispered.

Dad. That’s what he was now, a dad.

Once the crowd had dispersed, it was early morning. Even though he hadn’t done anything but hold a baby in his arms, he still felt as though he may fall asleep at any moment.

But as he reentered the tent, took a seat on the chair beside your bed, he forced himself to stay awake, alert to keep an eye on the baby.

So long as he was alive, he would never allow any harm to come to you, or your daughter.

Even if it meant losing sleep over it.

Your Orc watched your back as you slept, his heart soaring as he realised that there was never anything he could do to repay you for this gift you had given him.

And honestly? He didn’t care. He would gladly spend the rest of his life indebted to such an amazing woman like you.

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[caladriusposts]

I jumped out of my skin in cold sweat cause i remembered that one time a man came into the police office screaming that his wife turned into the moon,me being the dumbass i am didnt take him seriously cause we deal with alot of crackheads while my coworker bursted out laughing and made a atla reference till we got the new villain report over the microphone AND HE WAS SERIOUS THE VILLAIN KEPT TURNING PEOPLE INTO ORNIMENTS AND THE POOR MANS WIFE WAS LEGIT THE MOON IN THE SNOW GLOBE.everyone was safe after a few hours but it still haunts me IT HAUNTS ME BRO😭😭

[obscureoldguy]

Merry merry, happy happy!

Casey Horner

[mammomlette]

OBEY ME OLDER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

part 1 part 2 part 3 (WIP rn)

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, GN! Reader/MC, possible cringe

Notes: This is literally my first ever fan fic I’ve published (if head cannons count as fan fics lmao) so apologies for any mistakes or weird formatting! Constructive criticism is more than welcome, I’m ASKING for it if you have any🙏

Alsoo they just kept getting longer and longer, I don’t know why and I’ve gone through lucifers to try and make it longer but I just can’t so sorry😭

LUCIFER: you can’t see their eye colour until you meet them.

* It wasn’t really that bad, being unable to see red.

* Being unable to see the colour of your blood as it oozed out of a cut wasn’t really that bad, even if it just looked like grey tar pouring out instead which is equally gross

* It wasn’t really that bad to just never be able to see a single colour, everyone had to put up with it at some point

* But it was sad how rose bouquets always looked dull, and how hearts would always be grey

* It was sad how you couldn’t just imagine up a new colour to fill the void that not being able to see red left

* You knew that the colour you couldn’t see was called red, and you could learn as much as you’d like about it but that didn’t meant you could imagine it let alone see it for yourself

* Not until you were teleported into a large, court-like room one day

* You looked up from whatever you were doing and stared up at the man who had begun to cheerfully talk in front of you. His hair was that familiar gray that you recognised as red

* He introduced you to your situation and the school, and in your panic your eyes darted across the room

* Then, you suddenly made eye contact with a man in a dark coat, hair a matching colour and eyes that were also a dark colour

* but a new dark colour

* Not that gray you had been familiar with your whole life, but a fierce mix of orange and pink, the way the colour red had been described to you your entire life

* You saw through your periphery some orniments on the wall and the previous man’s hair and jacket come to life with colour, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the dark haired man before you

* He had frozen, just like you, afraid to blink, afraid that he’d lose this enticing new colour again after missing it for so long if he were to let it go for less than a second

* When he finally looked away, he saw how different decorations in the room that had previously been gray lit up with the colour of your eyes, the world never seeming so alive in all the thousands of years of his life as they did in that moment

* For the first time in his incredibly long life, he saw the beauty that was your eyes and all the beauty they brought with them.

MAMMON: the red string of fate.

* Your entire life you had been accompanied by that obnoxious red string.

* Whenever you glanced down to your non-dominant hand, the first thing you noticed was the red string all tangled up and wrapped around your hand

* Sometimes you’d get bored and tie nots in it or rest it on a surface and pull it to make shapes, but as soon as you took your attention away from it it’d return to normal, pointing in the direction of your soulmate

* And for some reason, the direction would always be down

* Not always directly down, sometimes diagonal, but it always managed to go into the ground.

* Was your soulmate miner or something???

* You had tried and tried countless times to follow it, going into basements and even considering going cave exploring in case your soulmate was some kind of cave creature trapped down there

* There was even a time you considered that they could be in hell, because where else could they be that’s so low down?!

* You had grown to hate it, the way it would taunt you and while it showed your friends their soulmates, it just showed you the dirt on the ground

* Hopes of finding your soulmate and curiosity to where they could be grew into despair, concluding that your soulmate was either a mole person or dead

* Both results meant that you’d never meet them and would forever be tormented by that hideous, obnoxious, torturous red string that was eternally tied to your ring finger

* You were waiting in a lobby for a job interview when you suddenly popped into the devildom

* A man was happily introducing you to the courtroom(?) and all of the people sat inside of it

* There was a man named Lucifer, followed by his younger brothers, all of which noticeably sharing names with demons. This place was called the Devildom, they’re demons, is this hell?Someone must be pulling your leg or something, right?!?!

* You were cut of from your thoughts by the dark haired man- Lucifer- telling you to call his younger brother.

* You hesitantly took the phone-like device called a ‘DDD’ from Lucifer’s hands and dialed the number you were told to, fidgeting with the string on your ring finger that nobody else could see

* You waited for Lucifer’s younger brother, Mammon, to show up, still fiddling with the string, when you felt a sudden jolt on the string

* You looked down, to see the string moving slightly, left to right to slightly up, and noticed that it was no longer going into the ground. It was right at the doorway to the room.

* A man stormed into the room, immediately charging in your direction and shouting about your ‘nerve’ to summon ‘the great Mammon’

* Safe to say the shouting died down when he took a look at your hand and noticed how your strings were connected

* Awkward silence filled the air until it was interrupted by the Avatar of Lust, cooing at the situation when he put two and two together and realised what was going on

* You were too focused on the red string connecting you to his hand to noticed the red slowly covering mammons face

* Internally, you laughed. Of course you found your soulmate in Hell.

LEVIATHAN: you make choices for your soulmate.

* You woke up to the sun shining through your curtains. Your soulmate, for whatever reason, didn’t allow you to shut your blinds. He didn’t even decline it, just left it on read.

* Why did you even have to request to do something so mundane?!

* Your soulmate forgetting to respond to your requests was a common occurrence, usually in the morning, but any time could be victim to your soulmates negligence to your requests.

* You went downstairs and opened your fridge and grabbed the first thing you saw: a pancake filled with red bean paste, in a box labeled ‘Azuki-tan, cute companion!’

* You had zero clue what that meant, you just remembered seeing it for sale at a grocery store a couple days ago

* Again, you had to send a request to your soulmate over whether you could eat this or not.

* Almost immediately, it was accepted. You didn’t really stop to think about the fast reaction time to the request, just thankful this wasn’t another ignored request

* Just as you were about to put it into your mouth, you were teleported to a large room that resembled a court room and contained a lot of chairs and 6 scary-looking men

* You kind of zoned out for most of that discussion until you started asking questions, but safe to say the pancake was forgotten, still in your hand.

* You made your way to where you would be staying with the demon assigned to look after you, Mammon, when a request from your soulmate popped up:

* ‘Soulmate would like to: Ask his brother for his money back.’

* You accepted, wondering what harm could be done, and entered the building with Mammon.

* You were just chatting with the white haired boy when all of a sudden a boy with purple hair started yelling at him “How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon!”

* They started to yell at each other about money, which you found to be an odd coincidence. Would this even be considered as asking for money though? It’s more like bullying.

* You watched the argument unfold and brought the pancake to your mouth, about to take a bite, when the purple haired boy froze and stared at you, which made you stand there awkwardly with your mouth about to bite into the pancake for a few seconds waiting for him to say something

* “Is that Azuki-tan?!”

* “Umm… I think that was on the packaging… why?”

* Very awkward. Oh look, a request!

* ‘Soulmate would like to geek-out about Azuki-Tan and The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl franchise.’ You accepted. How random.

* You had no time to ponder the randomness of the request because the purple haired boy, Levi as Mammon had introduced him, began to spout random nonsense about the pancake? No, a girl called ruri hana- wait no, now he’s going on about voice acting- who’s that voice actor?- wait what show is he going on about now?!?! You really wanted to tell this guy to slow down or shut up!

* He paused for a quick moment and pressed a button in the air, continuing with his tangent when you yelled at him to just slow down!

* He paused. He stared into your soul. He looked like he was rebooting, or something.

* “You’re my soulmate?” He said, voice shaky. You asked him what he meant, and he just started going on a rant about an anime where this very thing happened and- he’s off topic again, he’s going a mile a minute! You asked the voice in your head ‘can I please tell him to shut up?!’

* He stopped and stared at you, now yelling how you were asking him to shut up and how rude than was!

* Oh shit. He’s right? He’s your soulmate? And you just asked your soulmate to shut up the annoying guy in front of you?? Whew boy.

* You awkwardly mutter apologies to eachother, flustered, both the pancake and his older brother forgotten.

[theslumberinggod]

The Wanderer's Tagalong, Part 6: Distraction

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Gah. What had you done differently?

Was it your hair? The way you tied up your clothes? Or pulled your cape around you, or the way you were walking. Did you hurt yourself on accident again, were those new bandages?

The Wanderer couldn't for the life of him figure out what about your appearance was so different today. He couldn’t pull his pale, violet eyes away from you. Maybe it was just the weather. It was sunny out, wind blew in gusts, throwing your hair and cloak about. Tree’s overhead swayed, casting speckled shadows over your face. You were talking animatedly about something---you had been for the past hour. It was a behavior he was used too, and one he didn’t mind. Who knows what garbage nonsense you were talking about, but he liked the sound of your voice.

The wind blew particularly hard, trees and branches groaned at the force and the long tassels of his hat flew forward into his face. He kept his eyes on you as you made a noise in surprise.

What about you today, made it so hard to look away from you?

Then something happened---something that in all of The Wanderer’s travels, he never let happen once. He walked into a low hanging branch, effectively knocking off his hat and letting it be carried forward by the wind. “My HAT!”

You outstretched your arms, witnessing the travesty and tripped forward on your own feet, catching his large hat before he could unleash his Anemo to retrieve it. You grinned broadly, mimicking his phrase, lifting up his accessory. “My Hat!”

Longer strands of Wanderer’s dark hair blew in his face and he lifted a hand, pushing them aside with some annoyance. “Yes, my hat. Thanks.”

But, instead of just giving it back, you grinned with a familiar mischievous aura. He narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. You took a step back, lifting the hat and gently placing it on your head, holding it in place gently by the ornimented brim.

Oh you looked ridiculous. The Wanderer shook his head, laughing softly and pointing a finger at you. “Oh, that is not your style!”

You laughed with him, then shifted your stance into a pose, quickly snapping The Wanderer out of his amusement. You had folded your arms and donned a deeply displeased expression in blatant mockery.

“Alright, that’s enough of that, comedy genius.” He rolled his eyes and walked towards you. You made a face he often did, sticking a tongue out at him. “Give it.”

The Wanderer held out his hand expectantly, and you dropped your act, lifting your hands again to grip the hat by the brim. You grinned, turned, and bolted. His eyes widened at your audacity, your theft. He growled, running after you and calling your name. You had absolutely no hope of outrunning him, not with Anemo charging his steps, but you were laughing anyways as you bolted down the path towards the treeline where the land sloped downwards into a sprawling meadow.

The Wanderer couldn’t keep a smug smile from creeping to his face despite his agitation as he chased after you, winding around trees and swiftly catching up. You were a lot faster than he gave credit for, and decided to cut this pointless albeit amusing chase short. He snapped his fingers, his Vision glowing brighter. Anemo burst through the air, sending a gust of wind forward into you to knock his hat free.

It worked, it was ripped from your grasp, wispy tendrils of green-blue grazing your fingers. Instead of chasing after the hat though, you stopped abruptly in shock. The Wanderer really would’ve enjoyed that look of awe on your face that stroked his ego if it weren’t for the fact that you had stopped, and he was being propelled forward by magic.

He slammed right into you, and you yelped out, slipping. He couldn’t regain his balance, the only thing to hold onto was you, and unfortunately you had been standing on the edge of a hill, and so you both rolled down together into a meadow filled with silk flowers.

Both of you stopped with a thump, sending pink and red petals flying in the air, catched by the strong winds blowing about.

The Wanderer had landed awkwardly, one arm pressed in your stomach and the other pressed in your other arm, effectively keeping you on your back, submersed in grass and flowers.

Wind blew about, pink petals were caught in the tresses of your hair, your face had darkened in blush and your eyes were wide---did they always look that specific color in the afternoon sunlight?

Something seized the Wanderer, like he was being pulled down by an unseen force, as if gravity itself had a bone to pick with him. He hated it and loved it, the sudden urge, want, no, need to lean down and close the small gap---

THWACK!

Barbatos hated him.

The Wanderer’s hat had been picked up in the wind again, and came around and hit Wanderer right in the temple, sending him back away from you and freeing you. You sat up, calling out Wanderer’s name in alarm as he was assaulted by his own hat.

You reached out, grabbing the brim of the accessory to keep it from flying away and looked at Wanderer in deep concern as he rubbed the side of his head.

Agitation consumed him and he grit his teeth, you wouldn’t be able to understand his words but you could tell when he was scolding you. But before he could, reached out and gingerly touched the side of his face, sending shockwaves of that feeling through him, the one that made him stiffen.

“Hurt?” You asked with genuine sorrow. He sighed and batted your hand away as he so often did, almost immediately missing the feeling of your fingers grazing his artificial skin.

“I’m fine. Just---stupid wind. Hat?” The game was over now, and The Wanderer held out his hand. You giggled, smiling sheepishly and lifted his hat, placing it atop his head with the utmost care.

You smiled at him again, and he looked back at you. Your face was still flushed, and now your hair and clothing were covered in pieces of grass, some stray leaves, and an abundance of petals. He reached, flicking one off your shoulder and silently blaming him for having started this whole debacle.

“Hurt?” He asked before he could process what he was saying. You shook your head, and brushed your lap off. Satisfied with the answer, he stood, looking down at himself with a grimace. He was not relieved of grass stains, dirt, leaves and petals either. With a sigh, he held out his hand and helped his silly mortal companion to her feet.

Soon enough you were both back on the road, heading towards your next destination. The Wanderer could not fully rid himself of the feeling of gravitation, the leftover traces of the need from before. It horrified him at what he almost did, he had half a mind to think you spiked his tea with something that morning that made him feel like the sea being pulled towards the moon.

He looked you over again, and again. You had not changed your appearance one bit. You hadn’t done anything new with your hair, you had incorrectly tied up your clothes as always, your cloak was haphazardly clasped on and you had no new bandages.

You were just as you always were from the day he met you, but for some reason, today he could see you were beautiful.

And it was going to drive him insane.

[jedineedlove]

For Chapter 28 of Cosmic Theater (Fem Wukong True Celestial Form)

The makeup was me doing my best at peach makeup

I added the horse symble at the bottom from the Wukong Bimawen toy.

I made a monkey symbol for her waste

The cloths are partly based off of the clestil in the flashback fro the wall race episode

I added a hair orniment with kingfisher feather method

Please tell me what you think thank you.

[satin-the-long-furby]

@furby-sgt-general

Flora cutting prices on the ebay sight. this is a small plush orniment. smaller than the furblings even. not by much though. this small baby shouldnt be held as hostages for 22$

[stygiansauce]

uh i think my wifi ate the ask i sent LMAO-

so basically, do you have any personal headcanons for our favorite sillies looks? like i know that a lot of fanartists draw tango with a lot of piercings (maybe one or two that match with imp and skizz) and sometimes people draw jimmy with a canary tattoo or a small one matching with the bad boys. sometimes etho has like brown roots showing cuz people headcanon him dyeing his hair white.

anywho CD anon is fine!!! or disk whichever you prefer!!

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Hi CD Anon!! (cd/disk/physical media) I'm always super happy when I wake up to a notifaction from you! Thank you for sending asks, they fuel my writing like CRAZY.

A lot of our guys look pretty average, I'm not one to add a lot ornimentation to characters. But I do have some headcannons for build, hair cuts, ect. I'll preface that I grabbed these pictures form Pintrest super fast, I do not own any of them.

I also am not spell checking this post (I am on a time crunch)

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Tango is my biggest change from his cannon apperance. Obviously he can't have fire hair in a realistic modern au, lmao. But I went with a really bright golden blond that's common in Texas.

This nice guy from the internet has the right style and color for MOE Tango.

wow okay that photo loaded in massive. EITHER WAY. This kind of hair cut is really popular with the cowboys because its easy to shove under a hat. It rolls back from the face, and thats extra helpful because the wind is crazy when riding a horse, you want the hair to blow out of your eyes instead of into them. The downside? Its a tapered haircut so its does kind of look like a mullet when it grows out. I like that this photo also has curly hair because so does Tango.

As for Tango's build, I think I've only decribed him as "broad". Tango isn't as short in this AU as I've seen him presented in other fanworks. Jimmy is 6'0 and Tango is 5'10, without his boots on.

Ranch hand/cowboy is a very physical job. Tango didn't just live on the edge of a ranch, he worked on it from the moment he was able. He did the same kind of labor his father was doing. Riding horses, lifting calfs, lifting bale/muck/saddles, lassoing, makes a guy strong. I'm not gonna say he's ripped because he's not, but there is a lot of muscle there that doesn't go away easily. Now he's lifing machines and squatting under doo-hickeys for long periods of time, or holding a fule line in one spot for way too long. He's still got his strength.

THIS MEANS: Tango is built like a cowboy. Broad shoulders, wide thighs, wide hands. here are some photos I found that I like to imagine are photos of Tango.

Thanks Random guys on the internet! What nice photos.

JIMMY!!!!

He is not skinny, he is lean and very toned. Start with basic Jimmy here--he's tall (6'0) and has broad shoulders to match that height. He has long legs, to create height. His hands are thin but very wide. (I talk a lot about hands in chapter 4, hold out for that) "But sauce" I hear you asking, "how is he toned? does he hit the gym?" Why I'm so glad you asked! I cannot for the life of my find where to mention it in MOE but Jimmy plays volleyball. He doesn't do competetive anymore but he plays every week with some friends. THIS MEAANNNSSS strong toned legs, defined back, fantastic shoulder to waist ratio, great ass.

Here are some volleyball players to help visualize the kind of muscle he would build.

I know I tend to use traditionally feminine words to desribe Jimmy. This is because I find those words most effective when decribing fluffy scenes (Tango is pretty too. That will be a line in chapter four). But I think I also lean into those because Jimmy isn't built in a streotypically masculine way like Tango is. He has softer lines and better definition.

SKIZZ

I have an entire chapter that revolves around the lab (Chapter six I think?) It will have a lot more TIES interactions and decriptions of the lab boys/how they interact with eachother. Untill then though! Skizz in the only character I have Tatoos for! He has an angelic half sleeve that's not finished. It's currently a half that trails up past his elbow. becuase of the lab explosion (mentioned in chapter 3) he lost a lot of skin on this shoulder and bicep. He can't finish the peice because of the scar tissue.

it might look similar to this

He made the design himself based off classical art with biblical themes. The sketches for the upper half are on the cork board in the lab, right over his desk. Impulse is planning to get the second half for Skizz's birthday. Then they can be matching halves to one image. That's a secret though.

ETHOOOO

I have never once thought about if Etho dyes his hair or not. In this AU (as compared to my Scarian florist/professor au that has never left the hell doc) Etho wears the mask to cover up a scar instead of for medical reasons. He hasn't always worn the mask. Bdubs has known Etho pre-mask and was there when the accdient happened. Grian knew Etho pre-mask but not for very long and suggested fabric masks because it would be softed on the sensetive skin. Jimmy has never known Etho pre-mask. (this time line will make sense when I release chapter four)

I think he just has white hair. that soft grey-white that some people just naturally have. Maybe I'll play around with a premature grey kind of vibe, but I'll have to research it a little. This is an idea we'll return to. OKAY LAST BIT

It always circles back to Texas. In the opener to Chapter three, Tango metions Caliche dirt. (THIS IS A MYSTERY MOUSKATOOL) Caliche dirt is super common in West Texas, where there is a mix of desert, canyon, and shrubland. I sadly have no pictures of how beautiful the Bison ranches are out there. I do have some random grabs from the internet though, to paint an idea of what Tango's life looked like.

I think thats all I have right now!

Thanks for coming to my mega post tek talk, Thank the sun for tumblr line breaks.

Love you all dearly, Chapter four is chugging as fast as my little hands can type it (while trying to wrap up my degree). Thanks again for the ask CD Anon, it's always lovely hearing from you.

<3 Sauce

[mytyldotwav]

First time woodworking I think its going ok

had to subdue the desire to go over the top with ornimentation because I have a time limit for this. But one day I'll re-create the dragons maw or whatever it's called

[notsofunsenpai]

Christmas Hangover

Your alarm blaring as your eyes open wide awake depending on if you should hit the snooze button for the 6th time or actually get up. You deiced you gotta get up so you turn the annyoing alarm off,sitting up grumbling to yourself as you gotta go back to ypur normal daily routine now that Christmas is over and done with for this year.

Your future husband was dead asleep next to you,but you'll wake him up later because right now, you yourself is finding the courage to get up even though you said you were a few minutes ago. Once you actually got up, the floorn was cold,so you quickly put on your warm slippers and go downstairs for some leftovers to eat for breakfast. It wasn't anything too big, just the leftover cassorle you saved from yesterday, then for lunch or dinner leftover turkey and stuff. You knew Kenji was going to wake up around noon so you just finish the cassorle off and he can find some,after you finished eating you washed the dishes and started slowly butnsurely cleaning up the kitchen from the holiday decorations that were in there including lots of garland and tinsel,putting it in a box that was conveniently placed there.

You cleaned the table and counters from any spills or messes that were made between now and yesterday. You then went to the bathroom to do your business and get cleaned up,and when you were done, you put clean clothes on and put the old ones in the laundry hamper. You almost forgot to put your promise ring on that you got yesterday from your lover (check out last part if you haven't read it ) ,you had tooken it off because you thought it was gonna get lost in the bed while you went to sleep. You went into the shared bedroom and started picking up the dirty clothes and trash that was in there along doing some organizing with the stack of xbox games ,putting them in a neat pile,and putting the controllers neatly next to the tv. You kissed the top of Kenji's head,ruffling his hair,"so cute." You said to no one but yourself,looking at the digital clock that had woke yoy up from earlier that has now read 11:40am,near noontime so you also decied to wake your cute lover up by gently shaking him and calling his name. He doesn't budge at first until you keep attacking his face with kisses, and he tries to hide himself from your attacks and the sunlight that was beaming into his face,"No..." his morning voice was horas, and it also cracked,trying also hid under the blankets.

"Kenji,time to get up sleepyhead." You softly said with a smile on your face,"Gotta help me clean up, then you can go back to sleep sooner once you do." You said hearing another groan in protest from your baby. You sighed, didn't wana do this, put you, took the blanket off of Kenji, hearing a loud groan followed by complaining how cold the room was. "Get up and help Kenji. You do have to do much but take out the trash,take down the tree and some other Christmas stuff along with taking the lights off outside the house." You said.

The brunette grumbles before sitting up slowly,eyes still closed with mess brown locks that are probably tangled because he likes to move around in his sleep. You kissed him softly,"Stop being so grumpy in the morning, love."

"Mmnot grumpy.." he huffed before opening his eyes to get adjusted with the rooms lighting before slowly getting up and going to the tasks you had asked him to.

"Love you." You called out to him, which he said it back,barely hearing it. You then fix the bed, making it neat and tighty again,tucking the ends into the mattress and fixing the pillows. You then went to the living room where Kenji had slowly started to take out the ornaments of the tree, and you gave him a hand so it'll be done quicker. You closed the boxes of orniments,putting them in the storage closet you guys have for next year as Kenji started putting the tree back in the box,he struggled with it for a moment or two but he managed to get it in then put that in the closet as well. "Are you going to do your office as well, love?" You suddenly remember there's stuff in there, and he shaked his head.

"I'll put that way when i get tired of seeing it or whenever im feeling up to it." He said as heads outside to take down the lights.

Meanwhile, you went back and got the laundry hamper,putting the dirty clothes in the washer,using lavander soap. You also went back into the kitchen to throw away any expired or left over food that you had waay before Christmas but was to lazy to throw it away,and whatever was left you organized the fridge and open bottom freezer even thought it'll be a mess later on. You made sure the garbage bags were tied well or double bag them just in case they break. Tomorrow is garbage day as well, so it works out in the end. You set them aside for Kenji to get for later,you washed your hands then did some more cleaning and organizing a few minutes later or about twenty Kenji came in with the box of lights,putting them in the closet as well. "I collect the garbage its near the wall in the kitchen,it just need to be thrown away." You said,you knew he was gonna groan but you beat him to the punch,"I'll give kisses afterwards if you don't make one complaint for the reest

of the day."

He gived it a thought,he really wanna complain but kisses and gived in and took the trash out along with the recycling that was fully with boxes from either open Christmas presents or random packages you guys bought.

He comes back in,giving you a hug as everything was mostly done and put away,"Want my kisses." He says puckering his lips,making you laugh and smile at him, happily giving your man all the kisses he wants and desires.

[ameliathornromance]

New Father Orc x Reader

After the many congratulations, the hard clasps on the back and the exhausting night was over, your Orc boyfriend held his child in his arms, while you fell deeper into well deserved sleep.

When you’d told him you were pregnant, it had shocked him. He didn’t think that anything would come of your time together, let alone a baby. It’s not that he didn’t love you, he did, would do anything for you.

He thought since you two were different kinds of beings, there was a very slim chance that the pair of you would have a child.

You’d told him with tears in your eyes, worried about how he'd react. Would he start shouting? Get angry with you over something you had no control over?

But none of that had happened. Instead, he had taken your hands in his and assured you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

After getting over the shock of the initial news, your Orc began to make preparations for the baby.

He chopped wood and began to construct a cradle. He sought out animals and skinned them to make blankets, bought some of the best fabric he could find to make clothes from.

Since you were going to be doing the main job of carrying and having the baby, he decided he was going to do all the preparation for when the baby is born.

You had asked to help him, but your Orc boyfriend scolded you for even asking. “Get back into bed, you’re not going to do any hard labour, you’re already doing enough as it is.”

“It's not like I'm a glass orniment! I want to do something to help!” You’d protested. “I can’t let you do all this while I put my feet up.”

Sighing, your Orc had given you some fabric, needle and thread. He was good at manual labour, half of keeping the camp fed and moving meant being good with your hands.

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