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[emmettsin]

Your Reward

Summary: David makes sure Logan takes his 'reward'. Cassius gets the most out of it. (AKA: Nine pages of smutty whump for that Evil Church AU thing I was talking about on here. Completely unedited, so I don't agonize over it and keep changing things!)

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[mangoposts]

me + you + chris 🤤😋

~🌓

Threesome at my place when (Im better than him)

[drinkingpoison]

Proselfship Advent day eleven: making a blanket fort and/or nest 🏰

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

So many cute pairs I could do for this one... But I've decided to go ahead and write for my newest f/o, King Moonracer 🌕💕

I'm a very indecisive person, so I actually decided to make two s/is for this canon! Tramp, who uses he/they and Marietta who uses she/they ♡

It'd been a bit of a long, hectic day on the Island of Misfit Toys. With Christmas rapidly approaching, all citizens had come together to help prepare those who'd been brought to the island over the course of the year to head out with Santa, to be delivered to the home of a child expertly chosen by the big man himself to give them the love every toy so deeply desires. Every little misfit joyfully joined the expedition, leaving their kind King Moonracer alone on the snowy tundra.

It was never a sad time of year for the King, in fact, it had to be the happiest time of the year for him and all denizens of his little kingdom, filled with cheer and relief at the fact his stray subjects were being left in such capable hands.

Though in recent years, his Christmas time hadn't been spent entirely alone, two toys seemingly overjoyed to stay by his side. The monarch would wonder every year why they chose not to take the easy path off the desolate island, but never argue, happy to have some form of company.

At the moment, those two would be running amok in the castle, each trying to prepare their own treats for the King to enjoy upon his return.

"Etta! Where'd ya go? I gotta show you somethin'!"

The shouts rang through the castle's empty halls, accompanied by the sound of paws pattering and slipping every so often across the clean floor as the shaggy, lanky mutt followed his nose right to the kitchen. If she wasn't going to take the chance to respond, he'd just head right to where she'd been all morning making various sweets to serve upon the Kings arrival.

"Slow down right now if you're coming in here! I don't need you knocking something over after I've been slaving away --"

Stepping around the counter to meet the dog at the door, her luxuriously red tail lashes in warning, the foxes eyes narrowed to slits, awaiting the explanation for why her companion would so rudely barge into her workspace.

"The Kings on his way home! I really saw 'im this time, I promise! Don'tcha wanna see what I did? Bring your cookies! They smell real scrumptious."

"Oh my - Alright, alright. Give me a minute to clean up and I'll be on my way. Where is this surprise you've prepared?"

"Next to the fireplace! It'll be so cozy y'all will see!"

He was already off, shouting that last response over his shoulder and leaving the lovely chef to sigh in fondness, hastily wiping things off before taking off for the grand fireplace. Carefully balancing a tray of chocolate chip cookies, fluffy tail swaying gracefully behind her with each step, she wondered what kind of mischief Tramp could have possibly been getting into. Perhaps she should have been keeping a closer eye on him, always telling the King she would do so to their hearty amusement, even if she meant it quite seriously.

Just what they needed around here, a trouble making hound dog, always making messes -

"There ya are! Finally!"

This particular mess had the fox frozen in her tracks, said hound dog having gathered every sheet and blanket he could find, using the castle furniture to construct an impressively large fort in the middle of the room and giving it a cushy, nest-like inside with the blankets.

"Oh my dear Saint Nicholas... What have you done?"

"Ain't it awesome? Come inside!"

What could she do but oblige? Trying not to burst into giggles at the absurdity of it, dipping her head to carefully wiggle on inside with her tray.

"Now isn't this fun.. So warm and cozy, this is what you've been doing all morning?"

"Yup!"

Tramp looked awfully proud of himself, little tail wagging at a rapid place as he leaned closer to sniff tentatively at the plate, managing to scoop a cookie with her tongue before that cherry red tail was flicked across his nose.

"It really did only take me that long! We can relax and snuggle, eat some of these delicious sweets."

"Please darling, finish chewing the sweets before you brag."

"Mm- Sorry ma'am."

Muttering the response before bothering to swallow the cookie, he patted the spot next to him with a paw, delighted to nuzzle his wet nose into her soft fur as she readily took the seat. She always smelled like the sweetest roses, like the most delicious cake you've ever smelled, he couldn't help wagging at such a rapid speed he'd wiggle a bit.

The first few times this happened, she'd been a bit bothered by somebody ruffling her fur so intensely, knocking her little hat askew. But after the years they'd spent together, the seasons they'd watched pass, her affection grew to the point she'd rather reach a small paw up to scratch behind his ear before she'd try and push him away.

"Now what do we have here?"

The deep voice took them both off guard, two pairs of startled gazes now staring at the large snout that had poked itself through the entrance. Tracking down the scent of cookies, or merely a lucky guess on where his consorts could have run off to? Either way, it was obviously immediately confirmed by the sight of their little clubhouse.

"Is there room for one more in there?"

" 'course there is!! I made sure there was room for our favorite kitty!"

How charmingly bold, Etta couldn't help the little blush spreading across her cheeks at the casual use of "kitty" to refer to their great, majestic king. Especially when he seemed to enjoy it all the same, filling the small space with the heavenly sound of his hearty laughter as he ducked low enough to squeeze broad shoulders and those sleek wings through the hanging curtains.

Just a bit of scooting and rearranging and they were able to get comfortable, both smaller toys now snuggling back into the lion who'd curled his warm, soft body around them.

"How did things go today, your highness?"

Etta's voice was soft, a bit sleepy as she settled down for the first time all day really, gazing at her dear companions through half lidded eyes.

"Very well, every last subject was able to fit in Santa's sleigh once again. This partnership proves to be one of the most beneficial we've seen in this kingdom."

The air of sleepiness was only furthered as the King started gently lapping at their heads, encouraging them to nuzzle into his side and get some rest. They'd all worked hard today for the sake of the little kingdom they loved, even when it was just a kingdom of three.

None of them were ever happier than they were on Christmas.

[ninasriver]

القمر هذه الأيام يواسينا بروعته، وقربه.

[fruityyamenrunner]

[usps-first-class]

"Oh there's sooooo many new friends to meet, I don't know if we can get to them all! We'll try our best to interact with everyone!"-Princess Pamela

[dresmire]

8/25

Some snapshots that spark joy! 🖤

[another-train-lover]

Hello everyone! This is my first time talking on the internet, I’m so excited (*´▽`*)

I’m Io (he/they). I have a dog named Pumpkin. I spend most of my time on trains, like making stained glass art and drinking wine (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

I’m not very good with remembering names, but I love meeting new people! Please feel free to ask me questions ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ

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[OOC note : Io is Arab, but I am East Asian. This blog is to give my pf2e players some extra information about this NPC and the game world. It is not to pretend that I am of a different race or ethnicity, so I want to be upfront about that ;; ]

[entomologists2017]

[emmettsin]

we're talking about the Evil Church AU on my main (i'm a sucker for religious whump i can't help it) and i'm kinda. kinda thinking about some Logan on altar action. with David involved. and Cassius' angelic form...if u know what i mean...

thinking about Logan kneeling above the altar where there's a tall cross sticking out from the center, thick and either made of metal or stone, with David standing there, telling him it's time for his penance.

sometimes Logan will just get it over with, other times he begs Father not to make him do this again -- but of course he must do it to be forgiven for his sins, for their sins, as David reminds him.

so he reluctantly hitches up his nun dress, already bare underneath (except for the black thigh-highs, those stay on), and fingers himself open with Father watching, flushed and ashamed. sometimes David will do it for him if he's taking too long or if he loses his resolve; if he doesn't choose forgiveness, David chooses for him.

but either by David's hand or his own, he's stretched out, enough to straddle the cross and slowly lower himself onto it. it can't go all the way in, not at first, because the horizontal part is way too wide and rests between the inside of his thighs once he goes as far as he can. and it hurts. the stone, the metal, it's unpleasant, it's cold, and it feels disgusting to do with a symbol of God...

...but then the cross becomes this shining white light (aka Cassius is getting in on the action, in his angelic form) and changes shape, allowing Logan to take all of it in. and it's glorious. it feels so good, any qualms Logan had just turn to dust, and all he can think about is the light penetrating him, filling him up completely. gasping and whimpering as he rolls his hips and raises himself up and down, not chasing forgiveness, just chasing release. that sweet, addicting high that comes once he does (and once Cassius does).

but once the high is gone, everything comes hurtling back. the shame. the guilt. the disgust with himself. "that is forgiveness," Father tells him. "being forgiven does not mean absolved of guilt."

[systemfluid]

do star/galaxy themed ones! I just recently started using emojipronouns and i love ⭐/⭐s

sorry for the wait but i got some now

↑ ⭐/⭐s one

↑ 🌑, 🌒, 🌓, 🌔, 🌕, 🌖, 🌗, and 🌘 ones

↑ 🪐, 🌠, 🌃, 🌌, and 🌉

colours used are (usually) based off of the twemoji versions!

hope you like them :]

[howldean]

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[drinkingpoison]

hands u an ask hands u an ask h

🏹 : what is oc’s relationship with the other canon characters?

💋 : what motifs/symbols do you associate with your ship?

🩸 : what does your oc think of canon character?

takes and stuffs in my mouth. Delicious -

Probably gonna split these up between my different characters, startin' with Wes ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

🏹 : what is oc’s relationship with the other canon characters?

Wes loves all of the puppets and views them as his friends, though Wally will always take up the most space in his heart. He may watch some with a little more suspicion than others, their puppeteers finding him a little creepy for this exact reason.

💋: what motifs/symbols do you associate with your ship?

Thinking about Etta, Tramp, and King Moonracer for this one. Their story is somewhat bittersweet with the recurring theme of abandonment, ending only when they come together and make the active choice to stay together on the lonely island every year. The King may question why they'd stay, but he'd never doubt their loyalty out loud. To Tramp and Etta there is no better choice, this being a land of love and rest for them after a long journey through life.

Call me cheesy but Etta would definitely be symbolized with roses, beautiful and temptingly sweet, but prickly for her own protection. Tramp reminds me of the giving tree, giving and giving until he couldn't anymore only to be left behind.

Maybe it's the wings, but you can't tell me King Moonracer isn't angelic.

🩸 : what does your oc think of canon character?

Gonna let Prince answer this one, because his canon has the most characters and it'd be the most amusing - Take it away cat boy.

/pol/ : loud mouth bastard who needs to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes.

/v/ : also a loud mouth bastard, but kind of cool sometimes. If he lets me play his games.

/r9k/ : whiny, gives me the creeps, needs to stop hanging out with pol.

/jp/ : she's okay if not kind of a brat, especially when she's bitching at one of her dads. Called me a slut once.

/x/ : creepy, but actually one of the cooler people to hang out with. She has some sick stories, and wears cute socks.

/d/ : creepy, but in a slightly different way. She's... Nice. Little handsy. But nice. Goth mommy material.

Okay I'll stop now - there's far too many for me to go over them all.

[ghostscries]

musicposting surrealistic men is so good

[mangoposts]

can i be 🌓?

Yes u cannnnn