#the astral toys

[crispy-dib]

THE ASTRAL TOYS (MY SAM & MAX AU) IS SO BACK

CW: BODY HORROR/ELDRITCH HORROR

III’m just a toyyyy to youuuu my love…just a thing to play and…then throw awaaaaaay…/lyr

[ihavesomejays]

home is what you make of it

closeup under keep reading

[m00nb04rd5]

Hello, first off, love the moodboards. They’re amazing. And secondly, I do hate to be a bother and add onto your list, but could you please make a moodboard for XL from Buzz Lightyear of Star Command?

XL (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

[ygozexalarchive]

Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal Duel Statues series 1 and 2 released in 2012, produced by F-toys (Japanese exclusive)

Zexal was the last Yugioh to have a proper toyline as it was airing. Of note is that the series 1 figures were considreably smaller despite similar packaging size

[kylejsugarman]

me when im a dog and i know the peanut butter jar was opened but im not getting any delicious peanut butter handed to me

[furryeaglebarbarian]

Megan gingersnaps

I keep forgeting to introducing this one.

[burninghorizon]

Currently walking around in the astral, blepping things with my chameleon tongue.

[swallowtail-ageha]

So... You've mentioned something about Izzy x Maria...... 👀

Yeah yeah!!! It's a ship that has been growing a lot on me lately ig i am made to ship rarepairs

I have a few hc about them but they're probably gonna change because one i still have to form a "canon" version of it in my extremely dramatic and hbo esque version of bloodborne lore and i am also not well known for keeping constistencies LMAO

I hc that Izzy was actually one of the first tomb prospectors from when byrgenwerth decided to explore the chalices dungeons as she had interest in the beast scourge as i hc her to be a descendant of one of the few survivors of Loran and that's how she met Maria, through Gehrman and the tomb explorations!

I do not think they actually got very along at first, i think their personalities clashed a lot, with Izzy being more of a "i actually do not care what others do or think, i'll do whatever i want whenever i want" while Maria was still stuck in her old rule abiding/stuck up Cainhurst ways (both i think out of habit and both out of a fear of being kicked out of the tomb prospectors/proto hunters? In my hc she was never happy to begin with at Cainhurst but repressed a major part of her unhappiness. She only realized that after she left it and her biggest fear was to be somehow forced to return to it. So yeah my Maria is also someone who gets morbously attached to those who she sees as her "superiors" who can lead her to do better and will obey them no matter what, something that was going to bit her in the ass later in life).

So Yeah, i expected them to have lots of fights especially when regarding how to approach the actual exploration part and how to handle certain artifacts they found, but i also think that their big "bonding" moments were also born out of both's genuine interest in exploring and wanting knowing more about their respective ancestors (people of Loran and Pthumerians). So after a while they found a midway point to concile each other and after that they fell in love.

I also Do Not Think they were the most stable relationship ever

(they fought. A lot, especially as Izzy's ideology begun to shift and she began to think that becoming a beast was the true path to ascension while Maria became more and more aligned with the Healing Church methods of ascension. This is also what caused them to separate forever on bad terms. Izzy will keep thinking of Maria as the Church's lapdog for the rest of her life, without ever knowing that Maria too felt trapped by what the Church had become because at that point their relationship had become too strained for them to have an earnest conversation again + again i think Maria's deep emotional repression and denial had an hand into this)

BUT i also think it was the healthiest relationship that Maria had with someone as it didn't involve really manipulation or a power imbalance on neither part, while Izzy even after having her whole image of Maria soured after the Research Hall would think of their early days together as one of her happiest times (buut if we want to add a little more messed up layer to this we can also say that one of the reasons why Maria was attracted to her was because she reminded her of Gehr//HEADSHOT)

As a lighter headcanon i also think that Maria would have been extremely fascinated by Izzy's ability in weaponcrafting and she would spend just... hours looking at her smithing, and that sometimes they'd go together binging on pubs and inns for shits and giggles. Do not ask them from how many of those places they've been kicked out

[debtsunpaid]

BE NOT AFRAID @whcwashe!

" he'd be proud of you, you know. "

the body that had once been john's, now supplanted, leans up against the top floor railing with his hands clasped loosely over open air and the shadow of wings cast against the wall behind him, head haloed in the light of the chandelier. he smiles down at her with eyes that crease at the corners and it's kindly — at a distance.

" if only he knew how to show it, right? " who he is, jasper or john or even chandler, doesn't matter: she'll tell him which is more important, eventually. he flicks his hands up at the wrist, mild gestures of precautionary surrender. " i'm sorry — i'm talking like i know you, and we haven't even met yet, officially. you're liv, right? jasper's daughter. "

no mistakes, this time. no letting john's assortment of egotistical and increasingly banal complexes stir the silt and obscure the way forward, and no more clumsy attempts to drive her away from the center of the gravity well. manny hadn't lied, the night she left: liv's power is valuable.

that it happens to be valuable in more ways than she knows is . . . incidental. trivia.

[witchnordemon]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ TAG DUMP

[strunmah-mah]

have a silly edit for what if Sakura got the curse mark instead of Sasuke

[crispy-dib]

Au painting…

[blackvahana]

I'm (mostly) keeping Purple Orange and Gold out of this because I haven't been working with them recently, but like. You have. Deus Ex Machina in the way of The Organic Is Machine And He Will Change You To Change Reality, you have Death and War and natural disasters, you have the One to Whom Soldiers Are Sacrificed In War. I'm looking at selves like...

The parts of myself I keep hidden are. all parts, because these are all ultimately halves of aspects and if you suppress an aspect you suppress the aspect... but I see the way I bleed into people. I see the Violent Mother, the one who will bleed your body out on her altar and who tears apart the bodies of the enemy to protect her hatchlings. Ive tried to stay human, but ultimately... this flesh, this soul flesh, eats human bodies. This takes human sacrifices. This tears apart countries, this drives people into psychosis, this pours revelation into eyes that either adapt to handle it or go mad, literally.

The whole part of Godhood is that you are what you are and you actively are it, you actively Be it. This - Dei - is the mergence of opposites which is in itself both the unification of opposites and the rending of similarities in one. Creation Through Destruction.

I'm constantly sitting here grasping at the shredded fabrics I have left (they're shrinking over time) of humanity and. guys. shh. the humans don't like this stuff. Guys, I'm not dancing and infecting people, I'm trying so hard to be quiet down here

[m00nb04rd5]

Jamzy (Mixels)

[aventurineswife]

Kisses and Kisses everywhere!!

Summary: Asking your partner to choose a number between 1 to 50, but little do they know a surprise awaits!

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Blade x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Light Hearted, Playful Banter, Romance, Intimacy (Kissing).

A/N: HOPE YOU LOVE IT!! 🫶💖

[First req]

Dan Heng

You sat across from Dan Heng in the tranquil ambiance of the Astral Express, the gentle hum of the engine offering a sense of calm. “Pick a number between 1 to 50.” you said, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

“Why do you want me to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and caution in his voice.

“No reason at all. Just indulge me,” you replied, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

After a moment's hesitation, he sighed, “22.”

With a teasing grin, you leaned closer, whispering, “Okay, here we go.” You pressed your lips against his cheek, counting softly—one, two, three… His cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his growing discomfort mixed with delight.

When you reached twenty-two, you paused, gazing into his eyes. “Was that so bad?” you teased.

Dan Heng let out a small sigh, a hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Perhaps not...” he admitted, the warmth of your kisses lingering between you.

Blade

In the dimly lit hideout, Blade leaned against the wall, a rare stillness enveloping you both. “Pick a number between 1 and 50.” you suggested, mischief glimmering in your eyes.

He regarded you skeptically, arms crossed. “What’s the catch?”

“None. Just play along.”

After a moment of contemplation, he shrugged. “Fine. I’ll pick… 17.”

With a grin, you stepped closer, your heart racing with excitement. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three… His eyes widened in surprise, the hardened edges of his demeanor softening with each kiss.

By the time you reached seventeen, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his hands firm on your waist. “You shouldn’t toy with a weapon.” he murmured, his smirk revealing how much he enjoyed the playful banter.

Aventurine

Aventurine sprawled on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You plopped down beside him, nudging him playfully. “Pick a number between 1 and 50!”

He looked up, intrigued. “Why should I?”

“Because I said so! Just trust me.”

“Fine, let’s go with… 29.”

With a confident grin, you leaned in, capturing his attention. You pressed your lips against his, counting softly—one, two, three…

As you reached twenty-nine, Aventurine chuckled, his playful demeanor shining through. “You’re quite bold, aren’t you?”

You winked, a teasing glint in your eyes. “You’ll have to keep up.”

He leaned in closer, his admiration evident. “I always do, love. Always.”

[mysumeow]

︵ ☆ to let go

ᓚᘏᗢ WARNINGS: Afab body reader, reader takes a dominant role, sunday takes a sub one, ruined orgasm (giving), mentioned edging (giving), oral sex (giving). ᓚᘏᗢ SUMMARY: The Astral Express gained a new passenger. You get along with him soon enough. ᓚᘏᗢ WORD COUNT: 711 ᓚᘏᗢ A/N: i wrote this in celebration to getting his lc c':

“Hey—Just wanted to let you know that we’re going to make a quick stop in the Xianzhou Luofu,” March said from the other side of your locked door, loud and clear for you to hear. “Are you coming with us? Danheng’s going too.”

You squeezed Sunday’s thigh in some sort of reassurance, to let him know you would stay until you were done with him. His breaths came in quick successions and peered through his half-lidded eyes at you from his seated position on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t feel like going. I’m tired,” you grumbled while your thumb toyed with the reddened tip of Sunday’s cock. He took a sharp inhale. He struggled to hold back any noises that would give away his current location. “Go without me.”

“Aw, you’re no fun. Come on, it’ll be quick! I think Sunday left with Himeko and Welt because I haven’t seen him around,” you didn’t need to see her face to know she was pouting. “Are you sure you want to stay here alone?”

“Maybe later I’ll catch up to you guys.”

You pressed your tongue flat against the base and licked slowly to the tip, the blush across his face extended to his neck as he begged you with his gaze to have mercy on him, his voice about to slip out any moment now. His lack of control stemmed from how pent-up you had driven him for the past minutes, when you pulled away just in time before he came, to deny him that sought release.

“March,” Danheng softly reprimanded her. “Let’s go already.”

“Fine.” she whined and, after a moment, heard their footsteps disappear into the distance.

You wrapped your lips around the side of his dick, the tip of your tongue gathered the ongoing drip of his arousal before they reached the base. You held a firm grip around the base and lined him up to take him in your mouth, his hot skin nice against your tongue.

Sunday gripped your sheets, a groan hitched in his throat. You grabbed his hands and led them to your hair to prompt him to tangle his fingers in it.

You pull away for an instance to speak.

“About to finish, Sundy?”

It was a question meant to rile him up. Of course he was about to cum, if the throbbing against your tongue was anything to go by. You had him wrapped around your finger. A feat which wasn’t impossible, if you considered Sunday used to depend on his ability to maintain control and order for every aspect of his life. Now? Even if it was a foreign notion, he was open to getting accustomed to the new change in routines. You gave him a taste of what it was like to surrender himself to pleasure, and he wasn’t backing away from it soon.

“I’ve told you to drop that nickname—” he clenched his teeth, his orgasm built to the top again as you slobbered on his cock. The sight of your shameless display made his heart race, one of his wings covered his eyes, not used to it yet.

His hands, which had kept a certain level of gentleness while he threaded his fingers in your hair, gripped you harder. That was your cue to move away from his aching cock, the surge of his cum shot into the air instead of your mouth.

It should’ve hurt—you pulled away during the highest point of his orgasm, the sensation watered down by your interruption. Yet, he found it exhilarating. Tears prickled his eyes, and his thighs trembled, his groan tethering the edge of a whine.

You grinned at his disheveled appearance. The clear contrast to the pristine presentation you were accustomed to. You gathered his cum with the tip of your finger and wrapped your mouth around it.

“It seems like you’re raring to go a second time,” you stood up from your kneeled position between his legs and gently pushed him against the bed. Sunday was still catching his breath, but his hands held your hips as you straddled him.