#apple seed au

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed: Hell's Angels Feat. Charlie

-At Charlie and Vaggie's wedding reception-

Lucifer: (teary-eyed as he yanks Vaggie into a bone crushing hug) Oh! I'm so happy you and Charlie are finally married, Vaggie!

Vaggie: Ack! (Gently pats Lucifer's back) Thank you... Sir.

Lucifer: Come on, Vaggie. No need to be so formal now. Call me- (sniffs back a tear and clasps his hands together) -Dad?

Vaggie: Uh, sure..... Dad.

Lucifer: (squeals and taps his feet in a very Morningstar fashion) Hehehehehehe~ Oh! I almost forgot! (Digs around in his inner suit jacket pockets) I have a special present for you two.

Vaggie: With all due respect, Sir- uh, Dad, I think Charlie and I have enough rubber ducks.

Lucifer: One second! I know it's in here somewhere. No, not that. *squeak!* Whoop! Definitely not that! *grrrrrrrr!* Yipe! I gotta remember to get that out of there eventually....

Vaggie: How many pockets are in that jacket????

Lucifer: Ah-HA!!! FOUND YOU!!! (pulls out a white velvet box with crimson embroidery and presents it to Vaggie) Da-dada-Daaaaa!

Vaggie: (Stomach drops at the sight of the suspiciously ring box looking gift) Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh, Sir? I'm already married.... to Charlie.... Your daughter..... You were literally just a babbling crying mess in the first row of the ceremony....

Lucifer: Huh? What are you talking about? (Opens up the small box. Revealing a deep red apple seed with a mild golden glow)

Vaggie: A.... candied apple seed?

Lucifer: Not candied and not just any apple seed. This bad boy will be the catalyst for any baby making needs you two gals need.

Vaggie: (blushes) Say again?

Lucifer: This apple seed is imbued with both your and Charlie's essence. So, all you guys gotta do is have one of you (mimics a gulping motion and sound) gulp this little guy down, have a little romp in the sheets to activate it, and POOF!!! The ingestor gets pregnant. (Places the box in a dumbstruck Vaggie's hand) For when you girls are ready, of course.

Vaggie: (stares down at the box I her hand like it's a Carmine exclusive angelic steel bear trap as a million thoughts swirl through her mind) Uh... Thanks... Sir.

Lucifer: (puffs out his chest proudly) You're welcome! And it's Dad now, remember?

Charlie: There you two are! I've been looking for you everywhere! Oooh! What's that?

Lucifer: Hiya, Charlie! Just a little gift from me.

Charlie: (sparkling eyes) Oooooooh! Is that your famous candied apple seed? Vaggie, did you eat yours already? Dad usually makes them in pairs. (Picks up the seed and pops it into her mouth)

Vaggie: (Snaps out of her stupor) Charlie, Don't!

Charlie: *gulp* Hmm.... It tastes different than I remember.

Vaggie: (full body blushing and about to faint)

Lucifer: (gasping and squealing simultaneously as little glitter bombs explode around him, and he claps his hands together excitedly)

Charlie: ......Did I miss something?

[waywardstation]

As someone who's gotten verrry good at the first two PMD games I wanted to give the input that Ingo's strategy is honestly not far off the mark- scanning for items can be very useful, especially if you happen to be a hoarder like I am and pack light for the dungeon ahead. Also yeah, starving tends to happen if you're conservative with your resources, not a big deal though usually.

Sometimes Ingo prepares so much for the dungeon ahead in anticipation of all the items they’ll need to take back with them, that it loops back around to being entirely unprepared for the long haul (<- I do this more often than I should).

Haha I make Ingo a fan of thorough exploration because I’m also a fan of doing it and I’m really the one who insists on scouring every single floor. I love looking for rare items, searching out battles with a specific pokemon to recruit them, farming treasure boxes, and razing monster houses!! So yes among that, I am also a fellow hoarder lol, and I do also pack very light for dungeons to save as much room as possible for whatever I pick up.

Hunger mechanic just really gets in the way sometimes which is why I’m looking hard for the tight belt item right now, it eliminates the hunger points going down entirely (except for a few exceptions I think?) I NEED THAT ITEM!!

[papple]

"Will you ever tell me a story?"

He scoffs, a wisp of a shadow flicking across his form. "Why should I?"

The boy grins while tucking himself deeper into the roots, the gap in his teeth on full display. "Well! You must have something to tell!"

"I do not."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

The shadow turns to face Dream with a disapproving look, which does nothing to dampen the younger's smile. Though, he stops pushing and closes his eyes, his thoughts quieting.

When the boy has almost lulled himself to sleep, a hushed voice speaks to the night. "...Once, there was a sacred tree. And for the tree, a guardian to protect and care for it. This guardian was named Nightshade..."

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Seven Apple Seeds by @calcium-cat

[justachaoticgremlin]

Seven Apple Seeds Drabble

When Hades had first discovered Pais, the new godling who protected The Sacred Tree, he was shocked. Furious, even, that the gods would dare replace him. That is, until he realized he could use this to his advantage. And he did, telling the child stories of the world around, making him wonder what all there was to see. He knew from experience, it was a lonely job. A boring job. Of course Pais would be desperate for new things, new faces. For a while, Hades saw Pais as a tool. A means to an end. That is, until he thought about the fact that… technically, they would be considered brothers, by some standards. 

Hades did his best to ignore this. It didn’t matter how they were related, as long as he got what he wanted. As long as Hades got one of the golden apples, as long as his chains were broken, who cared what happened to the child? Though, Hades caught himself mentally referring to Pais as his little brother. That would not do. Yet, he could not seem to break the habit. This feeling only grew when he learned that the little god couldn’t read. It had been the one thing that had kept him sane when he was the guardian, his one solace, yet Pais was denied even that. This little godling was denied many things, he noticed. 

Hades’s first reaction was pity. He quickly reminded himself that his little brother replacement was but a tool to be used and manipulated, to achieve his goals and get what he wanted. Still, he found himself leaving the godling little gifts, and soon he was even considering teaching the child to read. He had… sympathy for the little one, as he knew just how empty and lonely and downright miserable it could be, sitting there all day. Of course, Pais got visitors much more often than he had, yet he could tell the young god was still lonely.

Hades wondered what would have happened if they’d grown up together. He wondered how it would have been if they’d been the guardians of The Tree at the same time. Would things have been better? Worse? Hades shook those thoughts from his mind. The past was the past, and this was now. His little brother was more rebellious than he’d been at that age. When he was Pais’s age, he was complacent. Content with his books and his endless amounts of time to read them. It seemed the other god’s attempts at keeping Pais from drifting had made him wish to wander even more. 

Over time, Hades developed a certain soft spot for his little brother. He understood Pais’s struggles, and he began to want to help the godling, not just for his own sake, but also for the child’s sake. His gifts, though ever enticing, were picked more for the young one. The curiosity they brought was just a bonus. He tried to keep himself from getting attached, but he had failed, miserably so. However, Pais seemed perhaps even more enticed by this. Not only was this mysterious figure telling him all sorts of stories, they were a friend. This was even more invaluable to the lonely guardian, who only had a few friends whose interactions didn’t feel forced. Hades’s newfound fondness for the child was… useful. The godling was more likely to listen to a friend. An ally. His brother. 

One cold, dark night, Pais was curled in the roots of The Tree. The wind was bitter, the sky a deep black. Rain fell, even here, in heaven, and the poor godling was soaked, with nothing but The Tree’s leaves to shelter him from the storm. He shivered, feeling forgotten by the other gods. The child wondered why no one had come, not even to keep him company through the bitter storm. Thunder raged and lightning flashed. Pais winced, the storm was big and bright and loud and he was small and cold and alone. He reminded himself that he was a god, that he should be fearless. He protected The Sacred Tree, he wasn’t afraid of a little storm! This confidence didn’t last long, though, and soon Pais was curled against the tree, shivering and shaking, from fear and cold. 

The little god tried to shield himself from the rain, tried to block out the sounds of thunder, but he couldn’t. Pais whimpered, wishing he wasn’t alone. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep, though his dreams were dark, filled with danger that he had to stop all on his own. He awoke with a start, soul pounding. It was all too much for the tired little god, and he began to sob, pulling himself into a little ball, going completely forgotten and unnoticed by the other gods. 

It was cold and he was soaked and everything was too loud and it was too dark but also too bright when the lightning flashed and he was so scared and why was he out here alone and- 

Tears flowed from the child’s eyes, though it was hard to tell with how the rain pelted him, relentless and unending. 

Hades was awoken that fateful night by some sort of instinct.

He had this feeling that something was wrong somehow. What, he didn’t know, but it felt important. Hades had a feeling he wasn’t going to be able to sleep if he didn’t solve it, a deep unease settling in his soul. The dark god felt restless, though he didn’t know why. It was incredibly frustrating, yet also worrying. What had happened that was so important? Something was very wrong, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t find the source of this awful feeling. Everything was normal in the underworld. His wraiths were fine. The only thing he could think of was Heaven. 

Had something happened? He didn’t care about most of the gods, but- 

It was Pais. It had to be. Something was wrong with his little brother. As he thought this, the feeling swelled, that instinctual feeling that something wasn’t right. What had happened? Using the shadows and the darkness caused by the storm, he looked upon his brother’s perch, curled against The Tree. He could tell, from here, the child was distressed and almost panicking. His brother was pretty much completely exposed to the storm, and the poor godling looked terrified, shaking and whimpering, eyes squeezed shut. Why had no one come to check on him? Why was Hades the only one to even notice? He knew he had to do something. This was for the dark god’s gain, of course. If Pais was exhausted in the morning, he’d be of no use, and that would be a waste.

It was rather obvious that the dark god was still in denial. 

Either way, Hades stopped watching for a moment. There was something in particular he needed to find. It took a bit of searching, but he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the faded purple and yellow cloth. It was an old blanket, soft with colors faded by time and use. It had been his once, one of very few comforts he had when he was the one curled against The Tree. What made this blanket especially important was what it could do. He had long forgotten which god had given it to him originally, but it could repel the rain. The fabric had gotten him through many a storm, and now it would belong to Pais. Hades hoped this would calm the child as well as the feeling of wrongness in his soul. 

The child in question was still shaking, still afraid, still soaked, still alone. Pais wished he wasn’t all by himself. Thunder boomed overhead, and the little godling sobbed again, flinching at the loud sound. Then, he spotted it. A new gift, a soft… something. He didn’t know what it was called. What he did know was that it looked warm. Shakily, the child stood, walking over to the object. He wrapped it around himself. As he did so, he noticed that it was protecting him from the rain. The blanket was the perfect size, big enough to cover him comfortably but not so big he would trip on it. He headed back to his spot by The Tree, sniffling softly as his tears subsided, grateful for the warmth and comfort the blanket provided.

Hades sighed in relief as Pais settled, falling asleep once more. The uncomfortable feeling in the dark god’s soul faded, and he found he was rather tired now that the restlessness had eased. He checked on his little brother one last time, resolving to eventually teach the little god how to read. He would get what he wanted in due time. For now, though, he could wait.

SAS belongs to @calcium-cat

[synthetic-sonata]

.. and a different au of the same two characters !

[goodmorrowing]

j: CAN THIS APPLE BE A MURDER WEAPON?

Actually, apple seeds can be used to poison someone

bestie i love you 😭🖤

[mochinomnoms]

You know how oranges are a common metaphor for love and forgiveness in literature? Yeah that's my weird way of flirting! Just peeling/spitting up an orange with ptm jade and listening as his thoughts go wild. Maybe even handfeeding him idk, that's be a cute moment. Very soft.

Just let him lay in my lap as I feed him an orange half. Not even leading to anything. Just a soft moment with my future husband. Mi media naranja, como te amo~

🦩

screams

I'm in soft mode rn cause of aceyuu madoka au… but oranges as a metaphor for love 🥺

I've never actually heard of that, though I've seen like that orange peel theory on tiktok, but fruit as metaphors for love…pomegranates and their seeds symbolizing closeness…opening them being messy and bloody…the traditional mythos with Hades and Persephone…

Apples as a metaphor for love…the forbidden fruit…trusting someone else even if it damns you…apples being given to Aphrodite, the goddess of love, to demonstrate their love to her…

My thoughts are full and wonderful, like Jade's thoughts for Yuu. We tend to focus so much on the sly, sneaky, teasing eel that we forget, he is just a (mer)man. A man who is weak to the intimacy that inherently comes with domestic love. His heart yearns for the one that's grasped his heart, whether they're aware of it or not. Jade Leech is in fact his namesake, a scrounger for the scraps of affection he can get from Yuu. He's suffering, heart full of longing and aches for the person who has all the power to crush it, to kill him, in the palm of their hands.

So what does his mind do? What do the thoughts filling his brain do when Yuu decides to take the leap that he's too much of a coward to take, and starts hand feeding him? An action reserved for lovers in merculture? He is…momentarily freaking out. As Jade takes the first bite, eyes that he didn't realize had closed open, looking at Yuu's blushing face, he has a blanket of calm fall over him. His heart is still pounding, but it feels…sated. The infamous Jade Leech, full of emotions that even he didn't know he was capable of, and his heart are at peace with the object of their desires.

[gallusrostromegalus]

So I have noticed something very interesting. Gin is buttering up aizen to feed him to the god machine as some premuim petrol. BUT ALSO many powerful souls that die DON't get fed to the god machine. They go to hell because they are powerfull enough that their removal from the world harms the god machine more than feeding them helps it. So my question is, whats up with that?

there's a couple parts to this:

Powerful souls that go to hell because they're powerful ARE STILL feeding The Life Machine- All that power they're off-gassing in Hell is still going into The Life machine- Hell exists more or less as a ringer to squeeze spiritual energy out of souls before sending them back into the cycle to grow again.

It harms The Life machine more to consume a powerful soul in totality because then The Life Machine doesn't get to use that *particualrly good* soul to generate energy it needs again, and again, and again- So someone like Yamamoto is going to go around about a zillion more times, if things go well.

Problem is, things are NOT going well right now- the wheel is jammed and not giving the Life Machine nearly the energy it needs, so it needs an emergency calorie dump while Tech Support works out how to unjam the wheel, which may, technically, involve stopping and starting it again.

The final thing is a matter of scale. if we think of souls in terms of calories: >Regular animal/plant soul: One Cheez-it. Not a lot individually, but they add up. >Regular Human Soul: One Chicken Nugget/celery and peanut butter. it's technically a snack, but it's not satisfying on it's own. >Average Shingami, Quincy footsoldier or lesser hollow Soul: Fast-food meal. About as much food at most people really need in a day. >Captain-class Shinigami or Espada-class Hollows or Sternritter: Giant Meal At Grandma's House that leaves you passed out on the couch and the leftovers she sends you home with that feed you for a week. >Aizen, once he fuses with the hollow inside the Hogyoku and achieves his Final Form: Actually eating every last crumb of every last dish at the Family Reunion thanksgiving with four grandmas cooking: Two turkeys, A Standing Rib Roast, A Ham, six kinds of soup, two salads, four types of baked vegetables, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, baked potatoes, potatoes au gratin, popovers, busicuits, rolls and bread, an actual ocean of gravy- and then there's dessert: Apple pie, pumkin pie, pecan pie, cherry pie, chocolate cake, cookies, early christmas cookies, avalanches of whipped cream. And ofc- cider and beer and hot chocolate and coffee and soda and fuck it just drink a whole gallon of milk while you're at it. More food than any human should consume in a whole year, let alone one sitting.

So you can see why Aizen is getting pulled out of the cycle for special treatment. He's gonna be there for The Life Machine to gnaw on for most of the series. And even then, after suffering the most direct and intimate contact anyone can get with what passes for god, The Life Machine may yet choose to send his empty, heavily chewed husk back for another turn because that why waste the seed of a good crop like?

[zolimarts]

Colored version of Lucifer being the others Sins.

In less words, in any of these different alternate universes, Lucifer is still Charlie's father and the (depressed divorce) King of Hell, the difference whit the canon version are the reasons behind his falls.

Lust!Au

Into this universe he introduced "the root of evil love", contaminating the way which love and sex are expressed by humans. He gave the apple to both, Adam and Eve. Pollinate the Eden with the fluids that exudes from the acts of lust/love them created in the garden.

He is more diligent in his actions as King, since he carries a very specific moral baton regarding pleasure, causing the majority of sinners confined to his ring to end up involved in some type of sexual job or peripheral to this type of business.

Greed!Au

He married Lilith and Eve out of his whim to conserve everything beautiful (valuable) in the cosmos, but he ended up neglecting the marriage due to his excessive need to consume and obtaining everything there was existing.

He greed the knowledge provided by the tree of life so much that he did not even give the apple to Eve, but instead planted another tree with the seeds expanding the greedy roots of evil.

Gluttony!Au

He ate the apple. Enchanted by the flavor he decided to share this discovery with everyone in a great banquet and parties.

Managing to create food with the same properties as the apple, his guests of honor were the humans in Eden. Hooking humanity on the evil roots of eternal hunger.

It is said that he was the inventor of cannibalism. But, that's just a silly rumor, right?

[hssssssssh-eishi]

Dreamtale + Fran Bow au I made forever ago and decided to finally draw. I know they look iffy but I haven’t drawn these guys since 2017 😅

Dreamtale belongs to @jokublog

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

More info below the cut! Also, will either update this post or just make another one if I ever add onto this au I know a lot of this makes no sense but pretend it does

•Dream was taken to the asylum after waking up from stone

•The pills are dark apple seeds, the damage around Dreams eye worsens each time he takes them. He can’t feel the breaking due to the negativity from the seeds

•Fresh isn’t a childhood imaginary friend like Itward, he instead spoke to Dream while he was stone

•Passive!Nightmare’s spirit escaped his corrupted body into the cat the Corruption killed(don’t know how this works yet, I’ll figure it out)

•Fresh always has the chorus of Funkytown by Lipps, Inc. playing faintly around him, you can’t hear it unless it’s really quiet but it really does ruin the creepy vibes quite often—adding on to this, he can control the volume but can’t turn it off. He just blasts Funkytown sometimes

•Corruption sounds like Passive!Nightmare but distorted, echoed, and jittery. He also does owl noises when hiding in the dark

•You can constantly hear cracking and a very faint lullaby from Corruption

•Dreams vision from the damaged eye is all purple

•Fresh’s glasses text are always yellow, except for when he’s talking to the twins, (don’t know who they are yet), then they’re blue

•The fan on Fresh’s hat is constantly spinning slowly, but gets faster when Corruption is around. Corruption hates the hat.

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 7: Demons

Charlie: (nestled into bed and surrounded by a maternity pillow to help prop up her heavy set baby belly) Are you sure you're alright with me going to bed early? I can stay up a little longer and help with the new residents' paperwork.

Vaggie: (cups Charlie's cheek and brushes her thumb over the bright red circle, slipping her finger into the well hidden dimple camouflaged underneath) I'm sure, hun. I can handle it just fine. I'll be in bed in about two- (checks the bedside clock) -two and a half hours.

Charlie: (pouts) But-

Vaggie: (presses a finger to Charlie's lips) No, no hables más, mi amor. You've been sleeping horribly for weeks. If you're tired, you should sleep. I can take over so you can rest. ¿Comprende?

Charlie: (huffs childishly but eyes slowly soften as she kisses Vaggie's finger) Yes, Ma'am. I understand. (snuggles under the covers and strokes her belly) I love you, Vaggie.

Vaggie: I love you too, querida. (kisses Charlie's forehead) Good night. (slowly exits the room and shuts the door with a soft click)

Vaggie: (sighs heavily and shuffles down the hall with an uneasy stride and hunch in her shoulders) Mierda... What am I going to do?

Vaggie: (enters the office and sits behind the desk, slowly opening a side drawer to reveal a hidden flask and pulling it out to take a pull of the liquor inside) Fuck.... Now, I'm drinking by myself because of this... Shit....

-Silence-

Vaggie: (bites her lip and pulls out her phone) I cannot believe I'm doing this. (dials the number and sets the phone to speaker)

-Brrrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrd! ....Brrrrrrrrd!-

Carmilla: Carmine Industries. State your business.

Vaggie: (nervous) Uh, hello, Ms. Carmine. This is Vaggie Morningstar.

Carmilla: I'm well aware who you are, Vaggie. That's the point of caller ID. What do you want?

Vaggie: (under her breath) Gee, aren't you just as perky as ever. (clears her throat) I'm... in need of some... ugh...shit.... advice.

Carmilla: .............I'm listening.

Vaggie: You have two daughters.

Carmilla: How astute of you.

Vaggie: Smartass comments aside! (gets quiet and nervous) How... do you do it?

Carmilla: ..........I must say. Normally, I'd pride myself on being able to understand most nonsensical babbling, but I'm not quite following yours. Elaborate.

Vaggie: (sighs and sinks into the chair) How do you do it? Hold your kids when you have blood on your hands? (stares at her palms and flinches as flashes of deep crimson blood stain her fingers before returning to normal)

Carmilla: I see. This is about your prior Exorcist work and the baby on the way, isn't it?

Vaggie: (nods sullenly before remembering that she's on a voice call) Fuck! Yes! This is about that! How can I hold a perfect little being after everything I've done?! After all the people I've killed here in Hell? (flood gates open as her emotions run wild and tears sting her eyes) I know Charlie has forgiven me, but what if I hurt them? What if... I'm not good enough?

Carmilla: .............

Vaggie: (slowly calms down and wipes the tears from her eyes)

Carmilla: (softly) Because when that child is born, the hands that you once used to kill will be used to protect something even more precious than you could ever imagine.

Vaggie: (blinks) Carmine?

Carmilla: That innocent, perfect little baby will rely on you for everything the moment they're born. Your wife will rely on you to help her shoulder the burden. Do you honestly think that child will care about the people you killed when they only know the love you've given it? The care you've provided to it and it's mother?

Vaggie: But.... what if I-

Carmilla: Taint it? (huffs a laugh) With what? Slightly sullied hands that may or may not be covered in spit up? A child isn't tainted by the past sins of a parent, stupid girl.

Vaggie: (glances at her hands and watches as the blood washes away to a gross, white milky substance and cringes at the thought of spit up) Not sure how much I want that either....

Carmilla: Just remember to burp the child thoroughly between changing breasts if the princess is breastfeeding, and especially after. It should help with any projectile vomiting.

Vaggie: (smiles softly and relaxes) Do... you have anymore words of maternal wisdom for me? I... uh... feel pretty useless right now.

Carmilla: Hmmph. (sits down at her desk and leans back in amusement) Grab a notebook, and I'll give you a few tricks of the trade.

[blank-t137]

Doomsday13 Dreamswap-Multiverse

Nightmare

The early stage of the worldview: The authoritarian government (who had cooperated with JR) attempted to use children for human experiments. After the failure, a small number of experimental subjects escaped and disguised themselves as ordinary children, intending to subvert society for revenge. This is the early stage of the worldview from the end: a government (that is, The one who was supposed to use DS!Ink but in this universe they did not) attempted to use children for human experiments. After the failure, a few experimental subjects escaped and disguised themselves as ordinary children, intending to subvert society and take revenge. This is the origin of the apocalypse.

DS original multiverse was incorrectly merged into Domus Dea (creator issue)

Many characters have lost their magical abilities due to the fusion.

Out code characters have some magical abilities (weakened)

Guardian: As long as there is a stable energy source, they can continuously recover and can survive without eating, drinking or sleeping. They are also resistant to zombie viruses (unless they are bent on death, they will basically not be infected). Some guardians can change forms.

However, Dream and Nightmare are not a community of destiny in this AU (In most of my AUs, they are not the kind that if one dies, the other must also die)

The meaning here is roughly that if Nightmare dies, Dream will have memories of nm and feel negative emotions, and if Dream dies, Nightmare will have memories of Dream. (Headcanon)

Nightmare just escaped from the zombie area and had nothing. He could only use his sickles (connected by chains which was different with canon Dreamswap) to kill zombies and eat their meat. He acquired some zombie characteristics due to the zombie wave that initially attacked him, such as being more interested in eating raw meat.

DS Nightmare ''Robin'':

-Lawful Neutral → Chaotic Neutral → Neutral Evil (Canon DS’s nightmare is chaotic neutral)

-The maintainer of order in the black market, who is good at modifying weapons/vehicles, etc., was betrayed when the apocalypse broke out, and was used as a tool to vent his anger. After the use value was drained, he was thrown into the zombie crowd as bait. After that, the dark side of human nature broke out, he escaped from the gathering area and established a black market.

-He was an egoist who was in neutral faction (a bit of a dystopian style, after all, he hates the government which caused these events). If he encounters the teammates(Not Cross and Error) who betrayed him before, he will decisively become their enemy.

-Has lost most of his compassion and kindness.

- Occasionally rob government armed delivery trucks.

-Proficient in weapons: sickles, firearms, including sniper rifles, heavy machine guns, submachine guns, assault rifles, precision shooter rifles, shotguns, grenade launchers and rocket launchers.

-The pure gold headdress on his head was snatched away at the beginning of the zombie apocalypse. After being passed around many times, it was given to ds dream (his brother).

-Currently, he made a new headgear using pure platinum by hand (after all, he have worn it for more than a hundred years and it is uncomfortable even if he don’t wear it).

-He used to serve as a soldier in the army under a fake identity and even became a major general. He basically pawned his military ranks and medals and established a black market. (his pseudonym is Lotus Crescent)

-Kevin was slaughtered at the beginning of the zombie apocalypse but there were some apple seeds left in the dust.

-Raised an eagle, and named it Kevin in memory of Kevin.

-He is friend with Randy, Bobby and Hacker on the black market (the three Creepypasta Squad members can be considered his previous acquaintances, after all, they are all in jail)

-He wears a long, thick cloak on the black market so no one can recognize him as the political prisoner who was wanted for hundreds of years before the end of time.

-Because of his name Robin, he is often mistaken for a girl.

-Occasionally kills government personnel because he believes that many such people are just freeloaders, using other people's survival resources to bully others.

-Nightmare’s life or death in the outside world is unknown

[cherry-blossom-qf]

I have redesigned Promised Magolor and Oakley (slightly), just cuz they deserve it!

I'm kinda proud of myself for doing this, so I hope y'all like it as much as I do.

And just so I can link this post to future Promised Prince Magolor AU posts, I'm gonna share an updated lore dump about this AU under the cut

↓↓ Long Lore Dump ↓↓

In this AU, Magolor lost the fight to Mistilteinn by taking too many hits and nearly bleeding to death when he failed to cut the tree down. As Magolor pleaded for his life before fainting, Mistilteinn decided to spare him and take care of his wounds.

You see, the poor crown, filled with dark matter due to their previous kings' selfish desires, was tired of all the negativity that his power brings. He wanted something new, something different, something positive for once. And since Magolor is the only "king" that survived his corruption, he decided to take the chance and become his partner in life (think Meta and Galaxia but it gets weirdly romantic)

The crown tree, using the Gem Apple Seed as his host for his new body, proposes an offer to Magolor. A proposal that the crown will exchange his loyal onto Magolor if Magolor does the same for him. Which.... is basically a marriage proposal.

Magolor, fearing for his life at the time, took his offer. At first it was terrifying, having to be partnered up with something that nearly killed him. But the more they spend time together, the more they fell for each other (mostly like the plot of Beauty and the Beast).

When they officially tied the knot (crown boi wanted to wait until Magolor and him were seen as equals before they did the wedding), Magolor was crowned "The Promised Prince of The Void" and now raines over the dimension that once claimed him has a prisoner. And once Magolor's injuries were fully healed, he was able to the stuff he did canonically in the games (Kirby Clash stuff, Star Allies stuff, you get the idea). Tho Magolor has to keep his relationship a secret for a while, cuz if anyone like Meta Knight or Susie knows about this out of context, it's definitely gonna turn out bad.

As for the crown, he now goes by the name "Oakley", a name given to him by Magolor that he now wears proudly as king. Despite his background, he's actually a really big sweetheart and an old soul. He devoted himself to never bring his prince to harm in any circumstances. (in my words: he is a golden retriever with gentlemen vibes)

Idk how to finish this lore dump, so gonna try to sum it up to this: Theses two of are the biggest (and surprisingly healthiest) power couple in the Kirby galaxy, and rule over their little kingdom with an iron fist.

So yeah, that it! Thanks for reading all this! Get yourself a cookie! You deserve it!

[toxicanonymity]

Hi!! Living for your Raider!Joel and, with autumn right around the corner, I have a couple questions/ideas. Do apple orchards exist in the Raider au? If so, how comfortable would Raider be with apple/pumpkin picking? Maybe a quickie in the cornfield maze too 🤭 I trust you (and Raider)!

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apple & pumpkin picking

Thank you 🌸 Produce isn't as bountiful and well kept as in Lincoln, but it's out there. Raider is a practical guy. He's simple, but he loves food and especially the rare opportunity for variety. He's also never forgotten the look on your face when he brought home the first can of Chef Boyardee (Home). He knows you don't like eating small game all the time and dandelion greens are nice but they only go so far. You sometimes find berries and mushrooms, but not much variety.

@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog made a great point about raider night air - when he's sitting out by the fire and working on items for you, that's time he's dedicating to thinking about you. He tells himself these things are for practical purposes, but we can see there's more to it than that. Finding (or seeking out) fruit or vegetables could be another situation like this, where it's a good development in a practical sense, so it's easier to enjoy and not overthink it than if it were pure leisure (or, god forbid, romance?) with no "purpose."

Stumbling on an apple tree or pumpkin vine, I imagine he'd crack a smile--He wouldn't be able to help it with the way you'd react. You'd bite into one raw right there (even if it's pumpkin) and the near-orgasmic sound you make at first swallow would have him watching you in wonder, getting hard. "That good?" You'd nod yes with your mouth full. He'd watch you eat, then you'd go back to looking at the fruit and he might interrupt you, lightly pressing his hardness into your ass, with a hand snaking around your hip, then reaching down to slide up your inner thigh, between your legs. After a fun interlude, you'd pick as much as he could carry, coming back and putting it on the ground near his bag. And when it got to be a lot he'd be like "hold on, sweet pea, slow down," with a twinkle in his eye. Seeing him carry it home would bring you so much joy you might wonder if it's real. For days, you could eat the fruit and also roast the pumpkin seeds by the fire. Dare I say he wouldn't be opposed to you carving a pumpkin? We already know he's down to decorate for halloween.

[married-to-google-translater]

Soul mate au with yandere Idia?

Yandere Idia Shroud

Idia is comparing himself to others.

And this would be one of the biggest reasons why he hated himself so much.

He was just a weird Otaku who didn't even have a soul mate.

With time, Idia got used to it.

However, he wouldn't have time for a soulmate.

He had Ortho and video games.

At least that's what he wanted to think.

But still Idia was happy when one day a red thread appeared around his finger.

.

Idia met you by chance.

It was one of the few times when he decided to leave his room.

In that moment, Idia literally crashes into you.

At the same time, he notices that your red thread is connected to his.

Idia would blush really badly.

He would probably run away quickly.

Or behind the nearest corner.

He would be watching you from behind it.

With very big smiley on his face.

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Idia would be a stalker.

A really big stalker.

At first, he doesn't dare to contact you.

He doesn't want to mess things up.

Instead, he calmly figures out things that his soulmate likes.

Idia would also take a lot of pictures of you.

He thinks you're beautiful/handsome.

Idia will soon learn your daily rhythm.

He knows everything about you.

As a "proper soulmate" should.

He also knows that you want to return to your own world.

That thing really hurts him.

Idia doesn't want you to leave him.

At first, Idia would try to get to know you via the Internet.

If that doesn't work, kidnapping is the thing.

Actually, it's not kidnapping.

Instead, he tricks you into eating apple seeds.

You know?

(In Greek mythology, Hades tricks his beloved into eating pomegranate seeds. The pomegranate was enchanted and because the lover ate the seeds, she cannot leave Hades and the underworld. One seed equals one month. )

Now you really can't leave him.

Idia is ok with the fact that you don't love him.

You must be just a tsundere.

Idia is sure that as time goes by you will start to love him.

You have to.

After all, you are his soulmate.

[crackinthecup]

Throwback Thursday Tuesday

Tagged by the incredibly lovely and incredibly talented @gardensofthemoon and @cilil <3 Thank you so much!

I've gone with what might just be my favourite bit in Yield to the Moment (Angbang modern AU). NSFW under the cut.

Tagging @elevenelvenswords, @tarmairons, @sauron-kraut, @gerardspuppy, @markedasinfernal (only if you fancy! no pressure)

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The days roll on. Snow falls down from leaden clouds, draping the landscape in white.

They go out walking, kicking up sprays of glittering snow, Melkor with his cane, bundled up in shirt, jumper, scarf, gloves, and Aulë’s thick sheepskin coat, while Mairon floats about in a thin top and an unzipped puffer jacket.

They take the horses out for hacks through the fields and woods. A bright, silent world. A world that feels newly made, all theirs to explore, to mark with footprints in the snow and say I am here where no one else has been before. They kiss under bare branches glistening with frost. They laugh and laugh, endlessly, like children, the cold air making their lungs ache. They ride for hours, until the sun sinks down into the west and the snow burns red-gold with its passing. Mairon tells Melkor what to do, when to pull on the reins, when to tap his heels against the horse’s flanks; Melkor listens.

They have snowball fights.

They find big daddy longlegs chilled into near perfect stillness in dark corners of the house. Melkor screams when he sees the first one. Mairon doesn’t quite manage not to laugh, but he does so while trapping the offending spider inside a glass and relocating it to the barn.

They take their meals with Aulë and Yavanna, all together round the kitchen table, like a family. Yavanna is a talker, chattering away like wind through leaves, easy on the ears. She tells Melkor about the patterns of farm life: the secrets of the sheep, the joy of a crisp apple plucked right off the branch, a feeling like new life in her old bones when she wakes up with the first shivering light of dawn and she looks at her land, her animals, the seeds planted by her hands grown tall and made eternal. Aulë, on the other hand, remains as quiet as the day Melkor met him. His thoughts are thoughts of stone, slow in their forming but sturdy, unshakeable. One night, during dinner, he asks Melkor to pass the salt. Pass the salt, son, that is what he says. Son. Melkor half-convinces himself he didn’t hear right.

Mairon takes him to his father’s workshop. Puts on gloves, a thick leather apron. Pulls out a chair for Melkor to sit, and watch. Metal hisses, sparks fly, and they bathe Mairon in a deep-red glow, the colour of blood, of coals flickering in the belly of a fire. His hands work, deft, strong, wielding the power of creation. Unmaking, remaking.

Melkor falls to his knees. Willingly, helplessly, he falls. Lust burns in his heart; worship trembles in his fingers. Mairon’s cock cage clatters to the floor. The door is unlocked, so they must be quick, they must be stealthy, silken flesh across Melkor’s tongue, filling his mouth, nudging down his throat; Mairon’s hands so large in their gloves clamped to the back of his skull; desperate, half-stifled moans, and Melkor’s own wet slurping sounds, and then, then—

Mairon comes with his name like a prayer on his lips, and Melkor swallows, sucks him dry, laps at him till he’s twitching, whimpering, maddened by his taste, by the glory of his pleasure.

Every day, Melkor falls in love all over again.