#Celestial duties

[shadowuserannie]

Accidental Brother-Sorry, Babysitter-Acquisition (Fic WIP) (Part 2)

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nezha replied smoothly, skates whirring in their true form as he flitted about the area, getting it set up nicely with his true power before the others arrived. Unlit paper lanterns on strings were hung around the trees, soft blankets in the cleared area that was on the side of the cliff facing Megapolis, checking the snacks he’d brought that weren’t made of hair-

“Seriously, Ne-”

“-End that with that foolish nickname and the group will arrive to see a healing wound from a spear thrust to your mouth.”

Nezha’s back was to the simian, but he could feel the troublemaking smile.

“Nezhy, c’mon-”

Without looking, Nezha summoned his spear, split it to lotus petals, and thrust them at Wukong.

“What happened to hanging with your own family for New Years?!” Wukong yelped as he evaded them with no real effort, merely being dramatic in his movements for closer shaves. Nezha aimed more precisely-he was not tarnishing the surroundings before they could even get here.

“I am.”

There was an oof as several petals caught Wukong off guard, pinning him to the floor.

“What about your brothers? And your dad?”

“Busy.” Whenever time allowed, usually his father, mother and brothers tried to visit their poor, stuck brother/son who actually set plenty of seals long ago to be able to sneak out. Still, more eyes were on him during New Years’, that owing to celebrations being something more worthy of “leaving one’s post” for. Stupid.

Anyways, he typically got visited at least once during New Years’ with goodies brought by Muzha, but this year Jinzha had stopped by early and said apologetically that their father had decided to follow him and Muzha on an assignment that might not have them back until long after the celebrations had passed. Mother herself...well there were much better parties to attend to than an empty temple. Which was fine. Nezha saw them for New Years’ once every three years or so anyway. Missed New Years' was nothing in the overall of eternity of the Heavenly Realm.

Nezha tried his best not to leave his post during New Years’ festivities, because of the eyes, and also because paranoia meant celebrations = cover for thieves, despite the sheer amount of magic layered over his temple paranoia…was paranoia. That changed…rather recently, considering the spam habits MK and Mei had gotten into as they grew up and became larger yet somehow fonder annoyances to him.

“Still, I swear-”

“Wukong. How many New Years have you spent alone?”

“Come on, you stop by-”

“Once every few decades. For a few minutes.”

Wukong lets his head flop onto the ground. “Still unnecessary.”

“Making sure you don’t drown your sorrows in jiu for eternity, giving you tasks so you can get out of a place you’ve retired to for centuries, so the Heavens don’t impose worser tasks? Yes, definitely.” Nezha deadpanned.

Hmm. That string of lanterns was stretched too far.

Wukong made a sound that was somewhere between disbelief and teasing. “Psshh, Nezhy, I’ve seen you after cases with really bad assholes, remember? Know how long I had to spend convincing my subjects not to try what they saw you doing?”

“Why would you discourage them from following a far more responsible person?” Nezha arranged the plates carefully. Orange for MK, green for Mei, white for Pigsy, pink for Tang, blue for Sandy, gold for the irritating annoyance.

“Right, because over-steeping a dozen packets of black tea in baijiu instead of water is a fantastic example of sobriety.”

Nezha dropped the tin of almond biscuits, catching them just in time with his sash.

“That was-”

“-Most definitely not one time,” Wukong spoke with a fanged grin. “Remember when you told me about the fling with-”

“Wukong!”

The idiotic primate he would dearly love to cleave apart merely cackles at his misery. Unfortunately, he’s still the safest option when it comes to needing someone to sober him up or watch him in his drunken state, in the rare times Nezha cracks from sheer rage and brews his black tea with wine instead of water. Keyword being rare.

“…so didja bring any-”

“I refuse to kill children’s livers.”

“But yours is faiRRRAAAAA-”

“Stabbing your liver is fair game too.”

“Little shit.”

“Who’s not even five feet and uses glamours again?”

At last, with no help from the host whatsoever, Nezha finishes tidying the area and getting it ready for a small party. There are even snacks-double checked by Nezha to be safe-specifically for the monkeys, mostly consisting of fruits.

“Add any fur to this and I will chop off all 84,000 hairs on your body.”

Wukong hides the piece of fur behind his back and whistles.

“Reach for any peaches before they arrive and I will also rob your home of your peach chips.”

Wukong gasps dramatically, falling to the ground as if deeply hurt. “These accusations-”

“Are wholly true, you little-”

“Who’s calling who little-”

Nezha froze as voices definitely not quiet rose up from the foot of the mountain.

“They’re here.”

Wukong frowned at him for no reason as Nezha glamoured his Wind//Fire Wheels back to three-wheeled roller skates. He’d already dressed up before coming down to Flower Fruit Mountain, in a knee-length sleeveless red qipao and dark kuzi, no illusions needed there. His Armillary Sash was wrapped in a slightly fancier style about his arms, still and mimicking sleeves as usual. Rather than twin buns, he’d opted for a simple small one with the rest of his hair let down.

“You…ever going to tell them?”

“I’ve gone lifetimes without doing so with others, Wukong. Remember our deal.”

“Hypocrite.”

“Idiot.”

“You know that’s long gotten as ancient as you, right?”

“You-”

[hannibalised]

Price: If anything goes wrong —

Y/n: I am not here, my existence is purely celestial.

Ghost: I don't speak english.

Soap: You just changed your accent muppet! Also, I can shapeshift.

Gaz: ...

Price: Steak. We're here to eat Steak. If anything goes wrong with the steak, we can go to a different place you bloody american celestial shapeshifters !

[pluck-heartstrings]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @toucheholland23 !!! The Royal AU OT3 is here to wish you a happy birthdayyyy ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I hope you have a wonderful daaaay!!

CM!TV belongs to @toucheholland23 , CM!Eclipse and CM!Princess belong to me

[toucheholland23]

Celestial Meridian Doodle dump

AU, The Princess and Eclipse by @pluck-heartstrings

[mr-celestial-writings]

Christmas Cookies

Day 4: Baking

Pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Male! Reader

Summary: Kyle was thankful that he was given the Holidays off. It meant he got to spend time with you, his darling boyfriend. The Cookies are just a bonus.

Call Of Duty Masterlist

Celestial's 25 Days of Christmas!

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Kyle leaned against the counter, a smile gracing his features. These quiet moments were rare. He watched you go over the recipe, occasionally scurrying around to grab the ingredients you needed.

"Careful, love, you're gonna trip if you keep running around like that." He chimed, you looked at him.

"Oh Bite me, Kyle." You retorted, but the soft smile on your face takes away any bite in your statement.

Kyle had met you a few years ago, you two had bumped into each other at a cafe you both frequented. You were... a breath of fresh air. Somebody Kyle desperately needed. You two had hit it off, and the rest is history.

"I'm just sayin, babe," Kyle laughed as he came up behind you, wrapping his arms, "All that runnin around, you might trip 'n drop somethin, might bust you're handsome ass."

Kyle laughed as you swatted at him.

"I will ban you from the kitchen, Garrick. Don't fuckin try me."

Kyle pouted, "Aw, c'mon, Pretty Boy, you wouldn't do that, you love me too much."

You laughed, rolling your eyes as you went to go back to making your cookies. "You're right, I do."

Kyle chuckled, holding onto you as you bake, "You sure I can't help?"

"Don't need it, Ky. Don't worry. Thank you, though." You replied, you turned you head to place a kiss on his cheek. "They'll be done in an hour, hour and a half at most."

Kyle hummed and nodded, "Fair enough. Your just making sugar cookies, right?"

"Right. No better way to celebrate the season."

He smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Gonna make them cute shapes? How 'bout icing?"

You facepalmed gently, "Cookie Cutters! That's what I forgot!"

You made your way over to the drawer and rummaged around. You pulled out the metal cutters and returned to your position. You hummed as you went to make the cookies.

Kyle couldn't tear his eyes away, thankful that you two were only together as civilians. Kyle would be dead a hundreds times over if he was on the field with you.

Kyle found that when he was with you, his world shrunk down to just the two of you. He was some elite soldier, he was your Ky. Kyle also found that he wouldn't trade that for the world.

The cookies were a nice bonus, but Kyle was just especially happy to be with you.

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a/n: Kyle deserves more love. He's literally a main character, you play as him too! Put some respect on his fucking name.

[n3felibata]

Another reason why I don't think Stolas should abdicate is because he actually seemed very happy when Paimon explained his duties to him. He even started jumping up and down in excitement.

He was bouncing off the walls since the moment he woke up that morning because he knew that day is when Paimon tells him about his responsibilities. He only started crying when the hetero marriage part was brought up

Stolas enjoys his responsibilities. He likes astronomy, he enjoys showcasing The Harvest Moon Festival. It's his fuckass family that's the problem

And this isn't to say he likes being a prince as a whole, but he certainly enjoys some aspects of it and it's not fair to have to give that up. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater

[windchords]

Resolve from the Okami Original Soundtrack Rei Kondoh

[radarchives]

[drzayneli]

What if I want to be the one making you lose your mind! What then! Teehee!

Then I would say that you should pay yourself in the back. You already do an exceptional job at that.

But I wouldn’t want anyone else to be the cause of potentially greying young.

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

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“Ah-ah!” Lunar tutted and wagged a finger with haste, making her jump a little. He couldn’t allow her to think such things, for both their sakes. “None of that negative nancy talk. I know you’re scared, but it’s gonna be okay. That dragon won’t stand a chance against me. Wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’ve got~” He ran a hand up the body of his staff and the red gem gleamed brightly. “Magic~”

She gasped softly. “Are you a wizard?”

“Oh I’m better than that, kid.” 

Penny’s eyes widened as Lunar suddenly sprouted sparkling insect-like wings from his back. She gasped again, putting her hands to her mouth. “You’re a fairy…!”

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FAIRY AU DRABBLE! PART 2 OF LUNAR'S HUNT!

'Entering her dreams, Lunar helps Penny face off against her greatest fears while struggling to overcome his own.'

Feedback appreciated!

[imminent-danger-came]

Hello everyone. I've decided I ship Yellowtusk X Ne Zha (ivorylotus). Ur just gonna have to trust me on this

[aromanticasterisms]

"the distance between sitting in the hands of the anemo archon statue in mondstadt and standing on the head of the statue of the omnipresent god in inazuma is exactly 6666m" how the fuck did you guys figure that out

[alexkellersgymshorts]

Okay, so I've seen celestial aus and I've seen college aus, but would anyone be interested in a Celestial College AU?

[toucheholland23]

Omg?? Knight of hearts?

Celestial Meridian by @pluck-heartstrings

[mr-celestial-writings]

O Christmas Tree

Day 9: Tree Shopping

Pairing: John Price x Male! Husband! Reader

Summary: Time off during the Holidays. You managed to convince Price to go Tree shopping with you.

CALL OF DUTY MASTERLIST

CELESTIAL'S 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

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John glanced at you in the passenger's seat. He had managed to convince the upper brass to give the Task force the Holidays off. Something they needed greatly.

And you decided to drag John Tree shopping, not that he was complaining. He just.... didn't expect you wanting an actual tree rather than a plastic thing.

You had found a little tree farm, it's a bit of a drive. 45 minutes or so. But it was worth it. Your eyes lit up in the most handsome way, and John also found your smile infectious.

You always loved this time of year. Maybe it was the chilly weather, or the fact that come Heaven or High Hell, John would always come home to you. Whatever it was, Christmas was your favorite time of year.

You two eventually made it to the tree farm. John parked the car, and as soon as the doors were unlocked, you were off.

John let out a gruff laugh, sometimes it felt more like he was babysitting you rather than your husband.

"Slow down, love, not as young as I used to be." He called, trying to catch up with you.

You stopped at the entrance, smiling back at John. "Sorry, darling. I'm just... so excited. We finally have a moment to slow down and just... be together."

John smiled, standing next to you. He reached out to hold your gloved hand, "I'm excited too. Now, let's find the best damn tree we can. Make the lads right jealous."

You laughed, hurrying forward. You dragged John along. "Hell yeah!"

John couldn't tear his eyes off of you, not like he would want to look away in the first place.

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a/n: Price isn't personally one of my favorites. I'm a Soap and Ghost guy personally. But I see the appeal!

Also, yes, I did include the fact that Brits think 45 minutes is a bit of a drive. I drove 9 hours with 2 breaks. Get on my level.

[transientfrost]

😷📗💀 [aaaand for Luna cause we can't leave her out!]

Questions for Immortals/Ancients!

😷Do you have any weaknesses that could challenge your lifespan?

As the actual, literal moon itself, Lunaria's bound to her own phases, and each one comes with an effect on her strength and power that can either make or break her on any given day. During the full moon, she's a powerhouse that can hold her own in nearly any situation and worries for nothing, but during the new moon, Lunaria's at her absolute weakest, and it wouldn't take much for those with the knowledge of her weak points to kill her. She's unable to shield or defend herself, and routinely spends the new moon in hiding, isolated from everyone and anyone as a result, unseen until it passes without even a single word of update to her guardian.

The new moon drains her of her strength and her power to the point she's a shadow of herself, and even standing is a struggle. Likewise, this is also true of an eclipse; total eclipses drain her just as much as the new moon does, almost as is the shadows over her surface threaten to consume the magic keeping her alive. If this is true, though, Lunaria will never tell~!

📗What is one of the most valuable things you’ve learned?

Never, ever, underestimate others. Never think yourself above them.

Lunaria, during Halyon, was cockier. As the moon, she had no reason to fear anything; she shared the night with the dark Fenix, Leandros, and had her hand in more than she cares to admit to across the city of Aurora - Halcyon's primary, main city. During Halcyon's era, she was a big deal and could easily fit herself into anything anywhere, and few dared to cross either her or her counterpart in the sun, Izayoi. After all... Who wanted to risk the sun and moon themselves never rising again? What would happen then?

But Lunaria's cocky, 'always above you' attitude and outlook where she was the only one to 'solve problems' came crashing down around her around the time of Halyon's fall. While it was true she was above them in her true form, her habit of getting involved in everything and trying to manipulate the outcome, no matter how well intentioned she was during it all, resulted in ties being broken and the world moving on without her. She failed to hear the world itself crying out in pain and was forced to take a step back at the Astral's forcible resetting of the planet. Her friendships fell apart, those who once saw her as something to look up to or ask for help stepping away from her... She was the problem creator by the time the next world rose, not the problem solver, all because she thought they needed her help as the power above them.

While she still tries to step in and help others, knowing she can use her power as the moon to make things happen, as well as her endless years of experience, she's long since learned her lesson: Others should not be underestimated. They shouldn't be seen as those who require her help specifically, and they shouldn't be seen as weak who're in need of omeone to lead them... Just like she shouldn't be seeing herself as the only one who can step in ad help them.

She still forgets this lesson sometimes, but whenever she sees or hears from her old companions... She remembers all over again, and vows to never cross the lines she once did again.

💀What is your opinion on death and mortality in general?

She would love to say it doesn't bother her. Humans, among other species, are mortal, and she understands that; they're going to die, and she's long grown used to it. Their lives are fleeting compared to her own and some of the others she knows, and it no longer is a surprise for her to show up somewhere and realize that in the blink of an eye, it's been 50 years and the person she's wanting to see is long since gone.

She would love to say it doesn't bother her, but she can't. Being used to it and knowing it's coming doesn't mean it doesn't bother her deep down; their lives are fleeting and they are short, and she wishes they could see more of the world. She wants them to have more time and be able to do more, see more, experience more, and in their short lifespans, that's not always something that can happen - And her heart hurts for them.

This is especially true after starting to spend time within a human vessel and live on the surface for most of her time, fitting in among the mortals - and immortals and mythical beings who still roam the world, among others - and making connections and bonds with them. She can cover the act she seems so be unaging after a certain point, but they never seen to stop aging... And eventually, those she called friends are no longer there, all over again. Every few dozen years, she finds herself alone again, and the deep ache in her chest deepens even more. If she had it her way, she would share her apparent immortality with them all... So... Why can't she? Why won't the astrals allow her to...?