#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

[fangirltothefullest]

How many AUs have you made? Any and all fandoms, if you had to count them. And also, what was the first AU you ever made?

If I went down the list of AUs for EVERY fandom I have ever been in it's going to turn into this:

I have WAY too many, I have ADHD, and if I invent an au for one fandom it's been reused in EVERY fandom I've been in....

[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.

[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

[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

[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.”

[crispy-dib]

Au painting…

[mordremrose]

Hello Hi allow me to introduce you to Aolanita, my sweet bean of a Kryptis who for the longest time didn't realize she was a Kryptis

Aolanita, shortened to Nita by her friends, looks for all intents and purposes like your average sylvari necromancer! Well, as average as the chick lugging around half a corpse and followed by the other half can be.

This is Legs. We love Legs! Legs' other half is grumpy and doesn't like to talk to Nita, but boy howdy that doesn't stop her in the least!!

I have a LOT for Nita's story bc I just kinda started typing and it got away from me so I'm gonna put it under the cut for dash reasons but I hope you're ready for a good long yap.

The short version is: Nita was a Kryptis who, by complete accident, wandered into the Dream of a young sylvari and sort of.. got stuck? And now, as far as she's concerned for most of her life, she IS said sylvari. Until rifts start opening up all over Tyria and why does the world on the other side feel so... familiar?

Now, Nita always knew she was a bit off when she Awakened in the Grove. A bit strange, a little well.... different. But she tried to not let it bother her, or let all the sylvari mentors who were concerned that she couldn't remember her Dream clearly bother her! She had a world to explore, after all!!

Nita joins the Pale Reavers with Tegwen and Carys in the campaign against Zhaitan, and during her time with the Reavers decides that a warrior named Tarieos is in dire need of friends, and sort of latches onto him and won't let go. Tarieos introduces her to Laranthir of the Wild, and then immediately regrets it because Laranthir and Nita get along SWIMMINGLY and well now there is two optimists in their little team and only one pessimist.

Things get a little odd for Nita during the Maguuma arc, understandably, when she... doesn't hear Mordremoth. I mean, she hears him, sort of, but it is so distant and faint, like music playing from a room down the hall. Not the pounding, screaming, rend your mind in two sort of sensation her fellow Reavers are experiencing. Uncertain of what it means, and unwilling to put her friends in danger by what it COULD mean - is she already a mordrem? is that why her connection to the dream is so faint? what makes her so different, and what if it can spread to the others? make them weaker? no, absolutely not- Aolanita disappears into the jungle. And, in true Nita fashion, makes a new friend.

This new friend is a Mordrem Commander/Champion by the name of Lanata, a fierce insect-like woman with vicious blades and an even more vicious attitude. Nita thinks she just needs a hug and.. maybe a necromancer, because Lanata is wilting, and it only gets worse when Mordremoth falls.

Now this should have been Nita's third clue that she wasn't quite as sylvari as she thought, because no normal sylvari necromancer, even a well trained one, should have had the power to keep a Dragon Champion alive and in fairly good health, all things considered, but Nita just chalked it up to the love she had for her friend and didn't dedicate more thought to it than that. To a degree, she was right! It was the emotions that both Nita and Lanata felt that created sort of a feedback loop into Nita's latent powers that helped her cover that extra UMPH she needed to take care of her friend.

This is all before Nita discovers what she really is, mind you.

So when a Rift to Nayos opens up in the jungle and DRAGS Nita and Lanata into it, you can imagine how absolutely jarring it is, to both of them, to not only suddenly be in a new and bizarre place, where the very air in your lungs is different but... for this place to feel like home to Aolanita, in a way she really can't put into words.

Fortunately, they're found by Ramses and Arina, and ushered to the makeshift camp for the Astral Ward. And hopefully, Ramses can help Nita figure who she is, what she is, and where that leaves her in the grand scheme of things.

I've been having a rough.... few weeks, please share your kryptis ocs on this post.

[critrolestats]

New Blood, Old Regards

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𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹ into moonlight — welt yang ₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪

ᝰ .ᐟ ꩜ . an insight into your unconventional realtionship with welt. — f ! reader , situationships , cunnilingus , fingering , squirting . ⟢ [ minors dni ! ]

some questioned why you chose to stay with the astral express crew rather than settling down and building a life somewhere in the cosmos. while you'd intended for this to be temporary, your relationship with a certain member of the team kept you in place.

but perhaps "relationship" per se wasn't the correct terminology. instead, the routine of sneaking into each other's rooms on the express just for a little bit of stress relief was closer to a situationship. neither of you wanted to ruin what you had, alas the question of "what are we?" remained unspoken.

after coming back from dealing with the events at the xianzhou luofu, welt was incredibly exhausted. however, he was craving being in your presence. that's why after the others had resigned to their beds for the night, he asked for you to sneak into his. it lead to you sat on the small desk in his room, any paperwork pushed to the floor. his hands lay flat on your inner thighs to hold them apart. his tongue was buried in the warm embrace of your cunt, mercilessly lapping at your juices.

the only breaks that you got were when he pulled back for a breath and reminded you to be quiet, convinced that your moans were loud enough to wake everybody else on the express. you couldn't help it, however. you'd lost track of how many times you'd already cum on welt's tongue. his lower face and your inner thighs were a mess of your slick and his saliva.

each movement of welt's tongue came with extreme precision, having done this dance enough times to know how to best toy with you. he reveled in your squirms and whimpers, continuing his assult on your sensitive cunt until he was satisfied.

as he pulled back to reposition his glasses, he noticed your fluttering hole begging for stimulation. welt couldn't bring himself to pull back from your puffy clit, so instead he slipped a couple of fingers into you as his lips wrapped around the bud once again. considering how large his hands are, it was an easy task for him to hook his fingers to best target your sweet spots. the man could feel how your thighs shook with additional vigor— he's be smirking proudly if his mouth wasn't preoccupied.

welt teased a little bit, swirling his hot tongue around your clit rather than offering direct contact as well as pumping his fingers at a painfully slow pace. once you tugged on his soft brown locks, he got the memo and sped up.

he sucked your sensitive bud, making you whine even louder. that progressed to purposeful licks targeted directly onto your clit, and thus he fell into a pattern of the both. he felt brave, adding an extra finger to your weeping hole. everything quickly became overwhelming, and welt used your body's reactions to gauge just how intense your overstimulation already was.

"one more f'me, princess," he's well and truly pussydrunk as he slurred his words. "y'r doing such a good job,"

welt's skillful lips return to your gooey core, and resume their assault. you babble broken phrases, loud moans escaping your throat. with his expert precision and unrelenting pace, you quickly come undone all over the man's face once again with a booming cry of his name. your fingers remain tangled in his hair, haphazardly bucking your hips so as to prolong your orgasm. he loses his mind when he watches you squirt, the liquid landing on his glasses.

by the time that you come down from your high, the pair of you are a mess. you're still on his desk, lower half covered in a mixture of fluids. welt cooes over you for a while. after such an intense session, he doesn't want to leave your side. this prompts him to lift and carry you to his en suite bathroom, and clean you up.

his touch is ever so gentle as he dabs a wet washcloth over your thighs and abused cunt. he places periodic kisses to your exposed skin, punctuating it with a gentle peck to your forehead after he's done. welt would be lying if he said that he didn't harbour feelings for you, yet he chose to keep them to himself out of fear that you would choose to leave the express crew if you didn't reciprocate them. he'd rather suffer in silence then to lose you.

although welt did want to keep your secret arrangement going on, he didn't think twice about putting one of his shirts on you and placing you down in his own bed. he didn't want you to wake up alone, and you were too exhausted to walk yourself back to your room. a selfish part of him was thankful for this, as the way that you cuddled up to him in your sleep-ridden state made his heart leap. if anybody was to knock on his door in the morning, then he'd come up with an excuse. for now, he could pretend that you were his, and he, yours.

[astonmartingf]

WE COULD HAVE A GOOD TIME —

— you ended up on this random stranger's bed and suddenly the next thing you know you're moving in with him to raise a baby

SPECIAL ★ ODDBALLS AND BUNNY BUTTON

amgf i don't want to write labor, so this is it!!! hello, it's been a hot minute fr and i was sick, busy and confined in the shackles of academics, and in true fashion i'm writing because surprise surprise i have an exam tomorrow it's funny really but enjoy it like always, i might update if things go well hehehehehe bye 👍

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BABY BUTTON (BUNNY)

born in march 2016

before the name bunny was coined, they usually refer to her as baby button specifically used by mark and nando

once they learned the gender, jenson gave yn a bouquet of flowers and a bunny stuffed toy and continued doing so for the next months until her birth

ODDBALLS AND BUTTON

assistant professor in a private university whilst taking a master's degree in law

met jenson in a club after celebrating his win along with mark and fernando

moments before signing the nda, they hooked up once more on the restroom in the restaurant

following the message you sent, jenson immediately messaged the group chat about the turn of events

mark was apprehensive, fernando was supportive, jenson was excited

jenson offered to move in to become closer with you and offer support and bonding during your pregnancy which is how you became friends

jenson knows that you tweet about him on twitter, but as a sign of respect doesn't look up your username

in contrast, fernando has come along with your posts and often tease jenson about them which he ignores most of the time

during race weeks jenson often reminds you to call him no matter what happens and appreciates any type of update, but because you're busy it's the opposite with jenson calling you every hour and updating you

jenson was worried that you'd give birth during a race week when he's not there, luckily for him you've given birth on a free week, he drove you himself and cried watching you

jenson spends most of his free time researching and getting advice from other fathers online on how to take care of you after giving birth

★ WE COULD HAVE A GOOD TIME — @cosmoscoffeee @astral-cowboy @minkyungseokie @ximaginx @thearchieves @scuderiadevils @black-fireproofs @evie-119 @hannannannannannah @evesfile @vi0letblu3s @siannaplmn @myescapefromthislife @ivyvlair @persiar9 @asmoothoperator @vettelsbees @hc-dutch @tallrock35 @c-losur3 @mael1pastry @booksandflowrs @champomiel @jeffs77 @escapism-writer @doofenshmirtzevil-inc @whatislifebutlemons @snapeeballsack @casperlikej @woozarts @hellowgoodbye @lady-bennet @phantomxoxo @regalbanshee @dark-night-sky-99 @formulaal @kqliie @hrts4scarr @vicurious28 @viennakarma — TAGLIST CLOSED ★