#solis sobs

[s-o-l-i-s]

Thx for the tag btw bby<3 (im putting it for a week only bc i dont have that many followers)

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

[cable-salamdr]

Idiots with the painted face, in the corner taking up space

(Inspired by this drawing of wedding gown Nya)

I think they would just chill. Talk about their lives, maybe. Brothers, lovers, friends, powers. How they got to this point. Terry steals a child because she can. Yk, the usual stuff. (Someone please tell them their weddings will go wrong (/pos) and they can somewhat go towards happiness afterwards. They desperately need it.)

[benevolentindigo]

‘WHATTHEFUCK WHY ARE YOU MASSIVE. STOP THAT…

…please?’

-(soon2b player blog… I haven’t made it yet shh)

Nuh uh!!! Hahaha!!!

*He stomps around happily*

//3/9 ginormous greed asks

[christronomy]

i never saw that tweet it doesn't exist chan will do channie's room next weekend and say it was all just a huge prank or something and then everything will be back to normal again!!!!!!!!!!!!

[another-argo]

He's suffering, Argo.

(this is me stealing from my favorite horror movie)

TW: hallucination, maybe derealization, manipulation, possession, mentions of blood

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Argo was sitting in his room- eyes glazed. He was screaming. Screaming.

They're so loud. All the voices. Everyone. He's killed so many people and they're all in pain. They want him to be punished more. He has not paid enough for what he's done. He's reaping what he's sown. He's reaping what he's sown. He's reaping what he's sown.

Argo screams until his voice is raw- banging on the floor- there is the sounds of bones cracking.

You did this. You killed them. You killed them all. You have done this. You are evil. You are irredeemable.

Argo looks down at his hands, suddenly covered in blood. He's standing over the bloody corpse of someone he loves. He doesn't know who. They're unrecognizable now.

Then, you knock on their door.

They aren't real. They aren't, they aren't. They're trying to trick you Argo- trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me.

Argo sobs, trying to get the blood off of their hands- but it isn't moving. It's not. That blood is part of them. They are a killer. They are.

You try a bit harder to get in- and you break the door down- but here's the thing.. there is no body. Nobody is dead. Argo standing there- shaking in fear, trying to wipe off blood.. that isn't there.

What do you do?

taglist (ask to be added or deleted): @pain-is-forever @reyno-solis-real @faceless-bugger @unlicensed-field-medic @the-great-emperor-commodus @the-eclipsed-sun @sophia-hunter-of-artemis @daughter-of-thanatoss @judas-of-eris

[pain-is-forever]

OPEN STARTER: BROKEN PROMISES.

TW: Murder, blood, self harm, suicide attempt, gore.

Why.

Why does everyone leave him? He can't bear it anymore. He can't- there nothing he can do about this anymore. He can't bring them back. He can't bring any of them back. It's over. They're all gone. What would his friends say if they saw this? They'd abandon him for sure. Gods, he's going to be alone again. He already feels alone.

Why did Argo have to do this? Make that deal with Eris? Make Theo kill him? Why- there had to be some other way. Anything at all. If they only had a bit more time, he's sure they could've figured something out. Why do they never have time?

Fuck. This is all his fault. He's a disgusting pig. How could he? How could he do this? No one will ever forgive him. This isn't something he can fix. It just isn't. He can't do this. He can't- he did. He did do this, and he regrets it so badly.

Everything is quiet, the only noise he hears is the horrible ringing in his ears and his quiet sobs. Even the ghosts in his head don't dare speak, though he's sure his parents would love to give him a piece of mind. Or Andrea. He just... doesn't hear anything.

Nothing matters anymore. He doesn't deserve to live. He broke two of his most important promises today- that he'd never kill another person the way he killed his sister and that he would always stick by Argo. How can he stick by Argo if he killed them the same way he killed Andrea?

There are cuts and slashes all over his arms and legs, his sword laying to his side, covered in a mix of his and Argo's blood. Tears mix with the blood on his face. Theo wants to just grab the sword again and slit his own throat, or stab himself through the heart, but he's shaking and crying too much to be able to hold his weapon right now.

He's sitting by a bump in the ground in the woods. A bump that resembles an improvised grave. There's a dagger in the ground on the bump- if anyone knew Argo, they'd recognize it as theirs. Theo's back is turned to you, hands clutching at his hair. "No- no, no... no... please, no..."

Taglist (ask to be added or deleted!!!): @the-great-emperor-commodus @literally-tinker-bell @the-son-of-the-sun @roryandthethorns @dad-left-for-the-milk @reyno-solis-real @onlymythologypersonincamp @l0st-child-of-war @lyric-of-the-sun @toxic-daughter-of-love

[s-o-l-i-s]

also off topic but

@ticklyjake @flashistired

TURN ON THE BOOp-O-METER ITS TIME FOR WAR/j MFS

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

....Maliksi turned into a what?!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi and Makisig - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto..

A/N: I heard u guys need a way to cope? Coz same. Don't take this fic seriously kasi crackfic nga diba? HAHAHA ((Also, I might not be able to post angst sa mga susunod na araw coz...aym missing my bibilohoneybunch, pag nakita nyo sya, ples paki soli ako sakanya.

Genre: Fluff/Crackfic

You sat on your bed, arms crossed on your chest before violently wiping hot angry tears on your eyes.

That damned Maliksi.

You grumbled underneath your breath as you let out a heavy sigh- he's not always like that and you knew it but that doesn't change the fact that he just somehow says all the wrong things, using the wrong tone, during the worst times.

He's been on an extra sour mood lately that he can't get past 5 minutes without starting fights with the other binibinis. And today, while trying to get him to calm down, he snapped at you- using words you definitely hated to hear and without saying anything, you just left him and went straight to your room in order to prevent the situation from getting worse.

"Y/n!" One of Makisig's ladies came running towards your room, yelling for you as she held into the doorframe to try to catch her breath.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Maki was away and Maliksi he-"

You quickly got into your feet, unconsciously running towards the living room, worried to the core.

"Noooo! You're not Kuya Maki! Maliksi only wants Kuya Makiiii-""

You can hear the high pitched cries of a child from right across the room, you also didn't miss his light sobs and sniffles. You quickly stopped dead on your tracks, giving one of Makisig's ladies a baffled look.

"T-that's Maliksi? He turned into a child?"

"Yes, we already called Makisig and apparently this really happens to tamawos every 10 years- they regress to their most vulnerable state. That also explains why he's been extra mean recently."

"When will Makisig be coming home?"

"Tomorrow. We tried everything to make him stop crying but he just cries harder whenever we try to touch him."

"And what makes you think he'll be okay with me? We just had an argument earl-"

As soon as the now child Maliksi heard your voice, he instantly stopped crying while he tried to use his little hands to wipe his tears and snotty chubby face using his shirt.

Everyone looked in awe as the little Maliksi tried clinging into the couch to guide himself to take small steps towards the direction of your voice.

"Maliksi?" you softly said as you met him halfway, crouching down to his level. He didn't speak but he tried clinging into your legs, nuzzling his face into the fabric of your dress.

You gently picked him up, cradling him to your chest as you wipe his tears. "C'mon, stop crying little guy." The little Maliksi nodded before nuzzling his face into your chest. You let out a soft sigh as you ran your fingers along his soft hair.

"I'll be taking care of him at the mean time."

Everyone else nodded, still in awe on how you managed to make the now toddler Maliksi calm down effortlessly. You sat down on the couch with him in your arms as the other ladies started to go to their respective rooms.

"You're adorable like this." you softly chuckled before giving him a small peck on his chubby cheek.

"Y/n...Maliksi ish cool, not adwo...adwbl.."

"Adorable."

The moment you corrected him, you can see red slowly creeping into the entirety of his face as he tried to hide into the crook of your neck.

"Sowee, Y/n" he whispered, his words a little muffled from his face still being smooshed into you.

"Hm?"

"Sowee for yelling earlier..." He slowly looks up at you with big eyes, fat tears threatening to fall.

"Now that's an unfair way of apologizing, how can I say no to that?" You softly giggled before kissing the top of his head and tickling him- the living room being filled with his tiny laughter.

You spent some time playing with the tiny Maliksi and giving him snacks- making sure to be mindful of his sugar intake so he doesn't go into sugar rush.

"Y/n, I... so eeepy-" he softly said while rubbing his eyes, he must be tired after all that playtime. You gently lifted him in your arms to carry him into your room.

Tucking him under the sheets and softly humming a lullaby, it didn't took long before the tiny Maliksi is sleeping soundly. You gently kissed the top of his head before slowly closing your eyes and drifting into slumber.

Hours passed and a feeling a slight shift on the bed slowly woke you up. The next thing you knew, you were being cuddled into Maliksi's chest- the normal, adult Maliksi.

"Maliksi?" you asked while still half asleep, not bothering to open your eyes just yet.

"Hm? You can go back to sleep, Y/n." Maliksi whispered as he wraps his arms around you gently before giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You smiled and nuzzled back into his chest before falling asleep once again.

((FLUFF IS SERVEEEEDDDDD))

Art by: @ask-emilz-de-philz that's their OC, Maliksi the Tamawo. Please support them <3

[thisintermezzo]

🌻🍃 + zihrun?

🌻- What's this oc's mental health state? Bad.

He's incredibly good at hiding it because he's genuinely very diplomatic and a people-person. Zihrun has successfully conned everyone (who isn't the Apostle) into believing that he is a completely well-adjusted, stable guy who isn't about to collapse into a sobbing heap because his beloathed worstie/best friend/husband/ex-wife all-in-one situationship didn't text him back after their most recent fight.

But ultimately, he's a very co-dependent person who wants to believe he has everything in hand and that he can fix all the problems. (He can't fix all the problems.)

🍃- Describe this oc in one word Contrary.

Zihrun thinks he has the station's best interests in mind, but that can't completely be true when he's also ultimately at the beck and call of Saint Solis. There are lots of "but"s in how I would describe his thought process and conduct.

[maggotknight]

A vignette novelization of Lilith von Valancius finding Pasqal in Commorragh.

tw tags: mild depictions of gore, body horror, blood and injury

link to post on ao3

"No-- Oh, no no no."

Lilith von Valancius staggered towards a familiar heap of red fabric, cast aside atop a pile of half rotted corpses. Cursing and praying under her breath that the Magos Explorator, Pasqal Haeneumann, was still alive. She completely forgot the presence of Sister Argenta and Yrliet, who stood only a few paces behind. Her attention was focused soly on the tech priest, abandoned like organic waste.

Hatred for this accursed place rose in her throat as bile, burning and bitter. She attempted to swallow, but could only stifle a gag at the sight of the Magos' defiled form. Wires and tubing, once pristine and glittering with sacred unguents, now appeared as writhing maggots under waxen flesh. Pasqal groped at his open abdomen, a futile attempt to comprehend what had been done to his True Flesh. How that thing that stalked the Anatomical Opera ruined him.

Lilith knelt and cradled the back of Pasqal's head and torso, a small comfort more for her sake than his.

"What have those things done to you?" She murmured, unable to comprehend what she was seeing, but just as unwilling to look away.

The Magos shuddered an incense scented breath, his vox pricked with an undercurrent of panic, "Defilement… This unit was subject to a profane invasion."

As Pasqal fed his fingers through his chest, small mewlings escaped the machine spirits within his battered body. His mechadendrites struggled against their tech brother's will to rid himself of the blight forced upon him. A language unfamiliar to Lilith was inscribed into the pieces of alien metal nesting within Pasqal's open sternum. Beholding the accursed symbols made the worm behind her eye squirm. It was almost as if everything those reprobates touched turned into something twisted. Even something as sacred as steel.

Pasqal's vox filtered voice crackled, it's own machine spirit's resolve wavering, "A xenos touched my Ferrum Sanctum. Removed parts and… changed other parts. Branded my True Flesh with ulcers of forbidden metal."

Keep it together.

Lilith chided herself, knowing full well if she were to crack, they may as well throw themselves off the edge of The Chasm. Though, she would be lying to herself to say the idea of death wasn't a comfort. The edge was just a few paces away… Pleading Binharic hymns tugged Lilith back to reality, her gaze returning to the metal festering within Pasqal. There was no way she could extract the cancerous metal without it killing Pasqal.

"Pasqal.. please." The Rogue Trader choked back a sob, pleading with the Explorator who's attention was only half with her. "We need to keep goin'. Leave the xeno metals until we can get you to a proper chirugeon."

"Request Denied due to: Violation of the Ninth Universal Law: The Alien Mechanism is a Perversion of the True Path." The Magos, finally, lifts his gaze to meet Lilith's. A note of Binharic resounds from his vox-implant, a message only she could understand: resignation. Pasqal Haneumann was going to rid himself of the anathema, and will surely die trying. The metalic sweet taste of blood coated her tongue as Lilith bit into her lower lip. She was beginning to think what few mercies He had granted her had all but run out. And her retinue were the ones who would truly pay for it.

"You ca--" Lilith began but was interrupted by a hard, painful lump forming in her throat; weak flesh betraying her. Warm liquid traced down her cheeks, a mix of tears and blood bit at the open wounds on her face.

"You. You are a warrior of comprehension-!" She chokes out between stifling sobs, "Remember the 7th Law, damn it! Survive then Comprehend!" Her bitten lips quivered, unable to find the steadfast, confident Commissar that she once was. She holds the Magos to her chest; Red robes bunched between her fingers, seeking any kind of security.

"You can't leave me now.. it's an order.." Lilith whispers.

"This statement is.. true." Pasqal's voice rises, as if finding it for the first time. "I am a warrior of Comprehension. Comprehension is the Key to all things. I will comprehend the anathema and, in doing so, I will not yield." Magos Haneumann pointedly states, regaining the righteous determination that was almost bled from him entirely. Lilith reached out, taking a metallic hand in hers, aiding the tech priest to his feet. His balance momentarily unsteady and, regrettably, unreliable. But he was standing. "This unit is ready to serve. Omnissiah have mercy upon me." He rounds his fingers into the symbol of the Cog and Lilith returns the gesture in kind.

She suddenly became painfully aware of her surroundings and, more importantly, just how disgusting her hands were. Covered in dirt, caked blood and Emperor knows what else. She sniffs down a blood clot (or, quite possibly, maybe, it was an egg from that thing burrowed in her brain), and wipes away the tear stains from her cheeks. Spare what little dignity she had left-- and it was a miracle she had any at all.

"Come on, then." The Lord Captain turned to face the radiant Argenta and battered Yrliet, "We're not getting out of this cesspool by standing here staring at each other like a bunch of arseholes." She waved them over before continuing through the dim streets of Commorragh. The thought of Cassia and Heinrix wriggles at the dark part of her mind. Premature visions of what state she may find Heinrix in produces another rise of bile. Lilith swallows, stuffing down the release her body so desperately needs.

[christronomy]

just thinking about Chan tearing your clothes off and ruining you, not caring about overstimulating the both of you. He just got pussy on the brain. Just pure smut smh. Anyways hi solie, love youuu🤍🤍😇

yes omg. desperate channie is the best sigh.

this made me think of when he comes back home from tour. you'd expect him to be exhausted, but it's quite the opposite. he's so horny and desperate for you cause of all those months he spent away that the second he comes back, he's all over you. "don't worry, i'll buy you a new one," he says absentmindedly as you gasp when he rips what happened to be one of your favorite tops off and tosses it onto the floor. he's not even thinking straight at this point cause of how needy he is.

"missed you so much, baby. been waiting all day for this," he'd say, shoving your underwear down and ripping it off too, then he'd bend you over and mercilessly pound into you from behind. you were too desperate to even think about prepping first, but it's not like you really need it cause you're already dripping for him. it just turns you on so much when he gets like this.

he'll fuck you on any possible surface in the house, make you cum as many times as he can until you're practically a shaking, sobbing mess from the overstimulation. he's cum so many times it's starting to hurt, but he can't help it. "gonna fuck you 'til you can't even stand up right," he speaks lowly, and even though your mind in clouded right now, you already know he's really deep in that headspace where he's just fucking into you mindlessly. he wouldn't even be able to pay attention to what he's saying cause he's already fucked himself dumb at this point too ugh. and the fact that he only gets this pussy drunk for you?? disgusting (i actually need him so bad rn).

thank u for this lil thought, my khai. i will be thinking about it for like ever

[benevolentindigo]

"Hmmmmmmmm. You act a lil differently too..."

"A little... Too nice..."

If an embodiment were to go against their nature, what would happen?

...

Just a thought.

[reclusafanpage]

reclusa my favorite hypocrite.. :sobbing: hes all about hating bonds and isolation and yet the soli-tree is full of minions with some even resembling him. same guy who would proudly proclaim hes a loner while sleeping with 300 stuffed animals

YESS EXACTLYYYY he sleeps with so many stuffed toys in his little nest..... absolute BABY

[berserkerrose]

For Rune: 2, 13, 22

From this ask game

2. First time meeting their best friend

This one has some different answers as she has a few best friends.

Her oldest friend Aubrey (Lackey's OC) is one she doesn't remember. She was a little over 18 months old, and her dad scheduled a play date with his mom. It wasn't a particularly rememberable play date, but it was the start of them being friends for the rest of their lives

The Slytherin girls they met in the dorms, but how she friended them are more interesting stories.

Vivien (also Lackey's) left her prosthetic leg in the courtyard, and Rune helped her sneak out to retrieve it. She had no invisibility cloak, but being raised in the school she found the secret tunnels and passages others don't notice. Filch still finds them, but the fact that Rune risked detention for her

Millicent is more straightforward. They physically fought, then became friends after.

Lori (also Lackeys lmfao) (also, yes, they end up together, but they're also still best friends), and Rune really didn't like each other at first. Think Glinda and Elphaba What is This Feeling? Energy. Come 2nd year Pansy is picking on Lori and rips the stuffed animal she carries everywhere. At this point Rune tells Pansy off and helps gather the bits of the stuffed cat off the floor.

13. First time being Drunk/high

CW Underage drinking. I'll put a gif to when it's over

Going into fourth year things are chaotic around Rune but boring for her. She didn't go to the World Cup, but her dad's been on edge ever since. Her granddad is also stressed but is still working insane hours. Lily-Athena is working too. So she's stuck with Aubrey in Cokeworth.

Its the same reruns on and both her and Aubrey are broke. One of them looks in the fridge and sees one of those stupidly big packs of beer. Tim buys them and slowly goes through them over a month give or take. He doesn't keep a thorough stock of them so he couldn't miss one or two. The two decide to do an "experiment." They concluded the beer tastes like piss but further experiments will need to be done at a later date. Also with different variations of alcohol.

22. First introduction in their story

A Snippet from "Dosis Solis Facit Venenum" AKA Rune's side of the Sacredverse

“Snape! Snape!” he heard a voice cry out. It was a voice that made his skin crawl. A voice he dreaded all through his school career. Sirius Black was in a cell alone. He looked disheveled and crazed.  “What Black,” he growled through gritted teeth.  “Please, I need you to do something for me,” he sobbed. His eyes were red and puffy, “Please there’s no one else I can turn to,” “And why would I do anything for you?” he spat back, “After all that you’ve done, all you’ve put me through?” “Because it’s not about me! I just need you to grab-” “Sirius Black, they’re ready for you,” an officer called, pulling him out of the cell.  “Just get to my flat and grab rune-” he yelled out but was cut off as he was manhandled “My brother will know what to do afterwards, please, I can’t-” “That’s enough Black, come on!” The auror shoved him and dragged him into the interrogation room. Severus wanted to just go home and crash. He wanted to not think about doing any kind of favor for his bully. But he also didn’t know what the thing about runes was and his curiosity peaked. So there he was, heading towards the muggle part of London, picking a lock to get into his bully’s flat.  It was surprisingly normal, all things considered. A mix of bohemian and punk aesthetically and was decent enough for the side of town it was on. There were some books on magical theory, hidden among classical literature. Among the style, copious amounts of baby items were strewn around. A toy there, a play mat there. As he looked at all of the literal childish things, he heard a child scream from a bedroom. He looked and saw a little girl, only about 18 months old, standing in the crib, shaking the bars, and face red in anger. She looked at Severus. Amber eyes meeting black. It dawned on him that Sirius didn’t want him picking up a rune. He wanted him to pick up Rune. 

[benevolentindigo]

*She was unamused, but keep silent, as she carried the blob and placed it back on Pink*

"So I see that you have them settled..."

"Good, I will take my leave then..."

*They turned around and began leaving as she sighed*

"A journey in vain..."

HEY THAT CAMERA ISNT YOURS!

-pink very far away from greed

@askpinkandturquoise

"Hu???"

"Now who's that little yelp from???"

[s-o-l-i-s]

Dolphin go brrrrr