#axel merry

[thefluffmother]

Roxas and Xion's very first Christmas

From last year twitter

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, EDIT, OR USE ANY OF THESE PICTURES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. ARTISTS WORK HARD ON THEIR DRAWINGS. WE DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN OUR WORK GETS STOLEN. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK FIRST. THAT’S LITERALLY IT.

[jacereaall]

Souvenirs for when it's over

Characters from @jflashandclash 's series: The Traitors of Olympus

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 24 dec 2023

Merry Christmas

[m4ruk4ts]

i saw the original(?) on twitter and went absolutely crazy. I'm sorry yfm fandom lmao

[perrieskarma]

christmas with the oxlade-chamberlains 🎄🥹♥️

[agi-ppangx]

🎄 CHRISTMAS EVE WITH YANG JEONGIN🎄

mini series masterlist

you smiled widely when you noticed jeongin entered your hospital room with a huge box and a bouquet of flowers.

“hi honey,” he said softly, placing everything on the table by the window and rushing to your bed to hold your hand and place the gentlest kiss on your forehead. “how are you feeling today?” he added, looking at you fondly.

“i’m okay, just really tired,” you giggled, closing your eyes for a moment.

you’d gotten sick a few weeks before christmas. you were sure everything was okay but the doctors told you that you had to stay at the hospital for a while, which worried you. how were you supposed to spend christmas in the hospital?

“did the nurses give you medication?” he inquired and you nodded. “even that nasty pill that you always complain about?” you giggled, nodding again. you looked at him with a literal heart in your eyes - never in your life would you think you’d find someone as caring and attentive as jeongin. he was a definition of perfection in your dictionary.

“what’s in that box?” you pointed to the table, earning a grin from your fiancé.

“it’s your christmas gift, silly,” he answered and you turned youe head to the side. but it wasn't christmas yet, right? jeongin must’ve sensed your confusion, because he raised his eyebrows, letting out a little huff. “honey, it’s christmas eve today.” you pouted at his words. when did you get lost in the days of the week?

“i forgot to buy you a present,” you mumbled, your cheeks growing warmer. you felt like you failed him.

“don’t worry about it, you’re already my gift as you are,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “merry christmas, honey.” you smiled, squeezing his hand. it wasn’t your perfect christmas, but with jeongin by your side your worries went away as you two softly sang christmas carols, holding each other as close as you could.

taglist !

@lynlyndoll @iyenbread @flooo71 @skz-streamer @inniescandy-01 @hannahhbahng @prettymiye0n @ggsez31 @laylasbunbunny @like-a-diamondinthesky @axel-skz @kittymaryam-thebrowniefairy @l3visbby

[boydepartment]

Enhypen as Animal Crossing Villagers

MASTERLIST

this concept just made me giggle a lil bit😙😙

JUNGWON as MERRY

🌸 okay literally hear me out- she looks just like him in the eyes. and she’s SWEET AND HAS THE CUTEST HOUSE EVER! how am i supposed to NOT put him as merry :(

HEESEUNG as SHEP

🧷i had to put heeseung as shep. he’s a smug villager and honestly just super cool. i used to have him in my new leaf town and he was always just doing his own thing LMAO

JAY as APOLLO

🎸 you’d be crazy to not put jay as apollo…. APOLLO IS THE MOST STYLISH VILLAGER EVER. that mf LIVES in that weird leather jacket thing. and apollo really takes care of the player in pocket camp. i think it’s sweet :(

JAKE as AXEL

⚽️ so i had axel in my first ever animal crossing town. like right when i got the game. i honestly looked through the dog villagers and didn’t feel that any of them fit jake. but when i saw axel i was like….. oh my god that’s jake

SUNGHOON as JULIAN

🪩HOW WAS I NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT HIM AS JULIAN!? THEYRE BOTH SO MAJESTIC AND CARRY THEMSELVES SO WELL. plus i think sunghoon would love his house.

SUNOO as JUDY

✨ DO I EVEN HAVE TO EXPLAIN. every wants her and she has that same smile as him. she’s got a little sass to her and i love that.

NI-KI as CHADDER

⚾️i knew from the start i wanted to give riki kinda a goofy villager. mainly bc i can imagine his reaction being like, “😐🫤 wtf are you fr?”

so when i saw chadder and how he’s a smug villager oh i just KNEW.

[randoimago]

merry (a bit early) christmas! ❄️

may i request roxas, xion and axel (separately or together, whichever you prefer) adopting a pet with the reader? (can be platonic or romantic)

hope you're having a nice christmas & holidays! take care :)

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Character(s): Roxas, Xion, Axel

Note(s): This request unfortunately wasn't finished until after christmas, but I hope you had a good holiday too!

Axel

Pretty excited at the idea of adopting a pet together. He probably would prefer a bigger dog that can go on runs with him and stuff. He's an active guy so an active pet sounds good to him.

That said, he's happy to play and mess around with any kitties. Would vibe with holding a couple lizards too.

Would want to get the best accessories for any pet you both have too. Rather it's a cool collar/leash or the best toys, he'd just spoil the heck out of a pet.

Roxas

Doesn't say much when you go to the animal shelter. He doesn't display an outward excitement, but the way his eyes light up tell you exactly how excited he feels. Might gently tug on your sleeve in a specific direction depending on which animal catches his eye.

He did try his best to research different breeds and such, but he ended up distracted by cute animal videos. So really he's going to choose an animal with you based on vibes.

I can see him wanting an older pet. A kitten/puppy/some baby animal might be too much work and he likes the idea of an older animal just hanging out with him.

Xion

Like Roxas, she doesn't really show much outward excitement. You might hear small gasps from her due to the cuteness of some of the cats playing or puppies. Tugs on your sleeve a bit more excitedly if she wants to go in a certain direction.

I can see her being a cat person. Xion would love any cat too. Even if the cat looks like a total grump, she'd absolutely call it her baby (and honestly, she seems like the type that causes any cat to like her even if it hates everyone else).

Would probably want to just play with the cats/dogs that are in a more open area to be played with before the two of you look around to chose the right animal to adopt.

[masterangst]

Yay I did it. Since people were in the majority (and I never meant to make the poll so long) here is chapter 1 of my post game long fic for Tumblr

Chapter summary: Astarion needs to make it in time to meet his friends. So he travels to Waterdeep to pick up a friend along the way. Traveling isn't very fun for a vampire, though.

Warnings: none

Words: 2650

Chapter 1: Welcome to Waterdeep

Sometimes Astarion wonders what sleeping would be like. To waste away hours of the night, or day, cradled by sweet dreams. Time spent not worrying or plagued by existence. 

If he was able to sleep like normal mortals, other than elves, he would have spent less time being bored. Not that hunting down a notorious robber of merchants wasn't fun. That was quite so. Their blood was even more fun to indulge in. Then the small celebration he hosted for himself to gain the shallow praise of strangers he helped...was also very fun. 

But it's when the chase stops and the party ends that his mind wanders right back to his main source of worry.

Axel. 

His beloved hunter. 

Astarion kicks off his boots by the inn door and throws his belongings on the bed; one he won't even use. He flings himself into the chair by the fire and groans. 

It's been a month since the reunion with their fellow travel mates. The merry band of misfit weirdos who stopped an army of mind flayers and helped kill Cazador. Got to see that camp with brand new eyes.

If someone had told Astarion, nearly a year prior, that Cazador would be dead. He'd be an unlikely hero. Find someone who he'd love and cherish more than anything, and find friends he would never admit to caring for. He doesn't know. He'd probably laugh and lure them to Cazador for dangling a bone in front of a starving dog. It’s hard to imagine how he’d react. He barely knew what to do the moment he opened his eyes and the sun blinded him the day he landed. 

At the reunion, everyone besides Lae'zel, Karlach, and Wyll, agreed to meet up again for the Moon and Spirit Festival on the northern end of the Sword Coast in Neverwinter. It was perfect. Shadowheart discovers her loyalty to her new goddess, and it takes place at night so Astarion won't have to worry about the sun. And it gives them all a chance to reunite once again just a little over two months later. 

That's the problem. It's been over a month. This Moon and Spirit Festival was just a little under a month away and Astarion would have to leave this cozy inn he found for himself just to make it in time on foot. 

Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but Axel is still gone. The man had left nearly two weeks prior. 

“I swear. I will only be a fortnight. If I'm any longer, I promise you,” Axel cups Astarion’s hands and feather kisses them, “I will reunite with you at the festival.” 

A sinking feeling tugged inside Astarion. He trusted Axel, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel like the man was hiding something from him. His tongue itched to pester Axel for more information on where he was going, but he knew it was hopeless. Axel would never reveal it to him. That made the sinking feeling turn to poison ready to be spit out. 

Axel seemed to sense Astarion's frustrations and leaned to cradle Astarion’s head against his own. “I love you. I promise you I will return.” 

It's been a fortnight…yet no Axel. 

Vile thoughts rip Astarion's chest open. What if he abandoned you? That sinister voice asked himself. 

Astarion shot to his feet, so quickly that the chair he sat on knocked over. He shook his head and began to pace. 

Axel wouldn't abandon him. Why wouldn't he? Have you seen yourself? Very funny. Everyone would leave you if they truly knew every detail of your past. They would leave you in a heartbeat if they saw the real you. 

No! Axel hasn't. Astarion has cut himself open more than once to let the darkness ooze out in front of him, yet the man stayed. 

Till now. 

Astarion scowls and lodges his claws in the bedpost. What is he going to do? He made a promise to the others, yet should he leave here before Axel shows up? What if he comes back tomorrow or the next and Astarion is gone? 

He did say he would meet him at the festival.

Astarion sighs. He guesses he'll just have to trust his lover on this. 

He falls back on the bed and pouts up at the ceiling. It's not like you need him. 

True. But it doesn't mean he doesn't still long for him.  

~~~

Astarion gave it one more day. He forced some bandits outside of town to hand over their money before ripping into them for an added bonus. It got him through the night, but the day was approaching fast. It isn't the easiest thing, traveling during the day as a vampire. It means he can only get so far during travel than others. 

His solution was stuffing himself in a box on the back of a wagon. Not the most elegant, and quite frankly something he loathes, but it's better than walking the whole way. The man he offered money to doesn’t have a covered wagon, so a makeshift coffin is the closest he’ll get. 

He couldn't wait for Axel any longer. If he had, he'd be way too late for the second reunion. The man promised him he'd be there, so it was Astarion’s turn to put his faith in him. 

The box, or rather, the crate was far too small. Astarion felt like a contortionist being locked away. Utterly humiliating. Only comfort Astarion finds, is that the others aren’t here to witness this. The wagon coach didn't seem to be bothered by it, which Astarion took as a good sign. Or maybe a concerning one? Just not on his behalf. If Astarion was the man, he would question why someone preferred to “sleep” this way, but each their own. 

Each step of the horse carried through to the crate, bumping it and rattling it like a doll. Unfortunately, it was growing closer to the new year, so winter had dominated Faerûn. Meaning the sun provided no warmth to seep into the crate. For a vampire, the cold is not much of a problem, but Astarion’s skin still longs for the heat. A tragedy he must endure.  

Thankfully, a trance helped pass some of the time and allowed him to feel refreshed enough to waste the rest of the sun away. The moment the cool air of night drifted into his homemade coffin he burst forth with a dramatic flair. Much like a true vampire would from their healing sleep. He moved up to the front of the wagon for the rest of the night, taking over the reins when the man was tired and needed his sleep. 

It was quite busy along the roads. Refugees from all over are now returning to their homelands, or heading to other major cities if their homes were destroyed. Their blood pounded in their veins like sweet nectar, the scent filling the air like a bouquet of metallic flowers. The Hunger inside him grew from a whisper to a banshee's scream in seconds. 

The beast is not a stranger to Astarion. No, he's as intimate with the Hunger as he has been with a thousand other victims, only this intimacy is rooted deep within like a root of a tree. 

A group of refugees crowded the road, slowing down Astarion’s cart. The nice pace he created was now a slow trot through the maze of heat, noise, and pounding. 

A little girl, sweet and innocent, the very mocking of Astarion's nature, skipped alongside the wagon. She smiled, oblivious to the growing thirst inside him. The scent of her warm blood dominated the aroma of the air, tempting and tormenting him in equal measure. 

Astarion clenched the reins till it bore holes in his skin as the struggle within him intensified. The child's laugh echoed a fragile melody that grounded him away from the predatory whispers from the Hunger. How easy it would be to snap her neck. He would not. He's better than some depraved beast. He’s spent almost a year sustaining on the foul and the wicked, only using Axel when Axel offered himself over. It has kept him sustained. 

But never satisfied. The Hunger would never be satisfied. 

Astarion snapped the reins and pushed forward, caring not if the refugees or travelers moved out of the way (thankfully they did). He’d feed on his host, but unfortunately, he needs the man to be his guide during the day, and being away from any type of settlement lowers his access to criminals, so animals it is tonight. No bother. There is plenty of fauna frolicking amongst the trees. The blood of a fawn and its mother already called for him within the woods. 

The hunt and his return to the cart went completely unnoticed by his sleeping guide. The Hunger thankfully remained silent the rest of the way.

This cycle repeated for five nights and four days till he arrived in Waterdeep. Even though this is his first time in this city, he’s heard more than plenty from Gale to make up for his lack of experience. 

Waterdeep from beyond the gates of the city is just as impressive as Baldur’s Gate. Towering walls and watchtowers line the city just as Baldur's Gate has. Looming spires and intricate architecture adorn the skyline, casting impressive shadows onto the road outside the walls. Astarion and his host enter through the check gate together and distant sounds of the city become more distinct – the hum of bustling markets, the distant clatter of hooves on cobblestone, and the increasing sounds of chatter. 

“Guards are a bit more scary looking for the River Gate.” Astarion’s wagon friend grumbles. 

Astarion figures this is a good chance to get more information. “Is that what this entrance is called?” He gestures towards the approaching gate. 

The man gives a quick huff that Astarion takes as a yes. How simple-minded his friend seems to be. Partly how I got this far. 

“Care to elaborate, or must I spell it out for you?” Astarion rests his chin in the palm of his hand, crossing his legs with the slightest of pouts. 

“Oh, right,” the man shifts his fisher hat, “you said you were new to these parts. I reckon this might be a tad overwhelming, eh?” 

Astarion shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.” 

“Ah well, the River Gate’s the entrance for the Trades Ward. That's where my family and me’s got a shop. You're welcome to stop by anytime by the way. My wife makes a killer veggie stew.” 

Astarion hides his eye roll by turning his head. “Yes. I most certainly will think about it. Would you perhaps know the name: Gale Dekarios?” 

The man scratches under his hat once more. “I don't reckon I have. It’s such a big city, it's easy to lose count of people. A friend of yours?” 

Astarion leans back. “Something of the like.” Then a piece of information comes back to him. “He’s a wizard, a professor actually. For Blackstaff Academy. Don’t imagine you’ve heard of it?”

A puzzled look plagues the simple man’s features, then the look of sudden surprise. “Oh yes! That’s the Blackstaff tower over on Swords Street. A bit eerie if you ask me, but I suppose it's a fitting place for wizards.” That was enough for Astarion. He’d try there first. That’s if the bumbling idiot hasn’t already taken off for the festival. 

One more question. “Where is this Sword’s Street?” 

“Home of The Lady Dreaming. North in the Castle Ward. Look for the sleeping lady.” 

Astarion grimaces slightly then smirks. “Am I to ask every sleeping beauty I come across or is there a special one I should be watching out for?” 

Astarion’s sarcasm goes unnoticed as the man laughs. “Oh, why she’s the lady in the garden. She’s a massive statue that looks over the city from her slumber. Least that’s what legend tells. I believe the tower might be before the lady though.”

Astarion supposes that's enough for now. He fears that if he asks any more questions the man’s brain might erupt from the amount of thoughts flowing in. 

Astarion's crimson eyes flicker with a tinge of curiosity, his gaze momentarily tracing the details etched into the ancient stone of the gate as they finally enter the city. The city's lights paint a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting off the polished armor of passing guards and the gem-laden stalls of merchants preparing to close shop. Astarion's eyes gleam as he observes the diverse array of inhabitants, from noble figures in regal attire to the more discreet denizens of the night. All of it is so familiar to him, even the subtle taste of salt from the sea breeze. 

The Trades Ward is far more buzzing with life than The Lower City of Baldur’s Gate. The street that flows through the heart of it all is more compact and a better reflection of the Upper City than the Lower City. A part of it feels like home to him. The noise is like a war drum, the senses being overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of things to look at and smell. It's a far cry from the almost torpid nature of life on the outside. City life never sleeps. Not in a city known for its splendor and wealth. Every person looking for their next meal, or next sale, or the next person to warm their bed. Every need can be fulfilled in the city. 

Asatrion smiles up at castles and towers and turns over to point it out to… His smile warps into a scowl. Disappointment didn’t begin to describe what he felt. He hated his travel companion at that moment. Hated him for who he was not. Hated himself for letting reality slip from him. He had grown so accustomed to having Axel there by his side that the sudden loss felt jarring. No quip or witty banter. No indulgence in Astarion’s antics. Just silence and a stranger. It made that longing in him grow stronger.

Astarion hops off the first moment he can, tossing his friend the coin pouch he promised, and slips away through the crowd. He moves with fluid grace, capable of navigating the city streets with ease. Might be new streets, but if you can navigate one big city, you can navigate any of them.

The sun would be upon the city in a few hours. Just enough time for Astarion to find a place to shelter himself for the day. In a city this populated, it won’t be hard to find an inn or two. 

Astarion passes by one he recognizes as a pleasure house by the smell of it. It doesn't interest him, instead, he makes his way farther north and finds a tavern that catches his interest. This one must be on the edge of the Trades Ward, as the markets grow more sparse and the patrons grow more lavish. 

The sign above reads “Ghost Sword”. 

It's not the most popular tavern, which for him might be a good idea. Back in the day, he would have only gone to the most upheld and most occupied estate. Easier to find a target. Nowadays, without any pressure to lure anyone back, he has the luxury of choosing a place for more than its guests. Once a novel concept. 

Instead, he chooses this one for its silk-covered cushions. Meaning they must have silk sheets. He would kill to lay in a silk bed instead of a wooden box. 

A throat clears from behind him. Astarion shrugs it off, thinking it is another random noise, and takes the key to his room. Then it happens again. 

Astarion scans the room till his eyes land on a familiar sight. A projection of the very man he was looking for. 

Gale.

[animalcrossingshowdown]

WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE COMEBACK ROUND!

Congrats Sherb (34 votes), Audie (28 votes) and Ketchup (27 votes)! Hopefully your second chance treats you better than your first chance did.

As for Flora's tie, 56.9% of you voted not to bring her back for round 4. Sorry Flora.

We're now down to a small enough number of villagers that we can get the graphic going. Sherb, Audie and Ketchup are marked with a star to indicate that they were the comeback winners. Round 4 starts April 18th.

Runners up:

Ruby 20

Gayle 19

Raymond 19

Tia 19

Marshal 18

Wolfgang 16

Bluebear 13

Lily 13

Tex 13

Carmen (rabbit) 12

Peewee 11

The rest of the pack:

10 votes:

Eunice

Raddle

9 votes:

Drago

Flora

Hamphrey

Kid Cat

Mitzi

Static

Teddy

Zell

8 votes:

Bam

Scoot

7 votes:

Biskit

Drift

Kabuki

Melba

Stella

6 votes:

Erik

Gala

Gaston

Katt

Meow

Peanut

Skye

Tabby

Tom

5 votes:

Amelia

Apple

Big Top

Cece

Deirdre

Dobie

Goose

Groucho

Hippeux

Lobo

Walt

Woolio

4 votes:

Alfonso

Aurora

Beardo

Benjamin

Bill

Boots

Chief

Cube

Eugene

Freckles

Joey

Julia

Merry

Moose

Pate

Purrl

Sprocket

Tad

3 votes:

Agent S

Bella

Biff

Chadder

Chai

Charlise

Claudia

Coach

Curt

Del

Dotty

Egbert

Étoile

Filbert

Hans

Henry

Lucy

Maggie

Moe

Monique

Nan

O'Hare

Olaf

Paolo

Phoebe

Rodney

Rolf

Rudy

Savannah

Shep

Stu

Tammy

Tiansheng

Walker

Wart Jr.

Willow

2 votes:

Alice

Anabelle

Analog

Anicotti

Antonio

Bea

Bonbon

Bruce

Buck

Celia

Cheri

Chrissy

Cleo

Derwin

Diva

Felicity

Flip

Francine

Genji

Hopkins

Kidd

Margie

Pekoe

Pinky

Puck

Rasher

Ribbot

Rowan

Snake

Sterling

Stinky

Tutu

Viché

1 vote:

Admiral

Angus

Annalise

Avery

Axel

Baabara

Bettina

Billy

Bitty

Bow

Bud

Buzz

Camofrog

Canberra

Carrie

Chelsea

Chester

Claude

Cyrano

Cole

Cookie

Deena

Deli

Dizzy

Dora

Ed

Elmer

Elvis

Faith

Flo

Flurry

Frank

Frett

Friga

Fruity

Gabi

Gigi

Gladys

Gonzo

Gruff

Harry

Iggly

Jacques

Judy

Kody

Lionel

Lulu (anteater)

Lyman

Maelle

Marcel

Megan

Midge

Mira

Nana

Naomi

Nibbles

Nosegay

Octavian

Olive

Opal

Peaches

Pecan

Penelope

Phil

Pierre

Quillson

Renée

Rooney

Roscoe

Roswell

Rio

Rocket

Rod

Shari

Spork/Crackle

Tank

Tasha

Twiggy

Tybalt

Ursala

Wade

Weber

[spideyachilles]

merry christmas...? here's a late unfinished straw hat christmas PARTAY!!!

finished version here !!! ⬇️

[axelmedellin]

Daily drawing 24 dec 2022

Merry Christmas!

[sun-3-160]

Adam, Axel, and Hoffman doodles 🫶 Merry Christmas everyone 🎄

[koskela-knights]

Koskela Playlist

Here are all songs on the playlist. While it is basically a Koskela list, it's also for the Huotari brothers and for some CultCase and there's like one KoskeGold song, u figure out which one lol.

Most are just angsty songs but I think that's fitting, given the source material <3

War by PoTF

Brother by Kodaline

See You Again (ft. Charlie Puth) by Wiz Khalifa

Wide Awake by AW, Jaimes

No One Left To Love by AW, ROOS+BERG

Heroes and Villains by PoTF

Chilrden of the Elder God by OGoA

Hello Cabaret by PoTF

Burden by Foy Vance

Brother by Lord Huron

Monsters by Ruelle

The Other Side by Ruelle

Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine

Moonbird by Roger Webb

Forest Fires by Axel Flóvent

With You Till The End by Tommee Profitt, Sam Tinnesz

Achilles by GAREHT FERNANDEZ

Never Leave Your Side by Sam Tinnesz

You Are a Memory by Message To Bears

Where You Are by Tommee Profitt, Mike Mains

In This Shirt by The Irrepressibles

Always in My Head by Coldplay

Midnight by Coldplay

Ink by Coldplay

Between the Wars by Allman Brown

Crosses by José González

Yes We Can by Ruelle

Agape by Bear's Den

Ends of the Earth by Lord Huron

Lonesome Dreams by Lord Huron

Pieces by Andrew Belle

Sisters by Radical Face

Overgrown by Mountains of the Moon

Lost In Between by yaeow

Town I called My Home by yaeow

why am i here, i feel so alone by yaeow

When the Darkness Comes by Shelby Merry

Ghost Towns by Radica Face

Light by Sleeping At Last

Silhouette by Aquilo

The Enemy by Andrew Belle

Missä muruseni on by Jenni Vartiainen

Forest Fire by Brighton

Don't Let Me Go by RAIGN

Human by Daughter

Bury Me Low by 8 Graves

Better Off Dead by 8 Graves

Begging To Bleed by 8 Graves

RIP by 8 Graves

Blue by Troye Sivan, Alex Hope

When You Break by Bear's Den

Part Firday Night, Part Sunday Morning bay Bryan Adams

World We Used To Know by Alan Walker, Winona Oak

Fire Escapes by Winona Oak

Fake A Smile by Alan Walker, salem ilesse

Stay by Shiah Maisel, lost., Pop Mage

You by Keaton Henson

When Am I Gonna Lose You by Local Natives

Wide Eyed by Billy Lockett

I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Come Back for Me by Jaymes Young

Habits of My Heart by Jaymes Young

Feel Something by Jaymes Young

War of Hearts by Ruelle

Kamikaze Love by PoTF

Seek You Out by PoTF

Sword from the Stone by Passenger

Black by Kari Kimmel

Wild by LP

Wanderers by Yutaka Yamada

I Found by Amber Run

Hurts Like Hell by Tommee Profitt, FLeurie

Fuel On The Fire by Bear's Den

Falling Apart by Michael Schulte

I GUESS I'M IN LOVE by Clintone Kane

We Have It All by Pim Stones

Waves by Dean Lewis

Infinity By Jaymes Young

Quit by Cashmere Cat, Ariana Grande

Runaway by AURORA

[firstdivisiongirl]

Heyooo Vivi, hope you’re doing all fine and alright those times ✋👹✨,

First of all — thank you for reading this, it means quite a lot to me, and I might have something that you’ll like — or not, I have no single clue which characters are your favourite beside Nefretati and Traffy (maybe);

Imma get into the explanation;

I’ve been thinking about something silly, well two ideas actually, so I’ll leave it up to you which you’ll maybe choose, since I remember clearly that there’s — one request per person.

— Killer + Ice-skating

So, the thing is — I’ve actually had Killer ice-skating, well trying, around my mind. Rather silent, overworked man going on frozen lake in the middle of an island his crew docked on, or either a rink in the middle of an town they recently visited. All along with either Male/Fem/Gn/(I don’t have any specifics for the gender)!Reader who absolutely would love to go and skate, plus maybe spend some time with out Goldilocks since he’s been working too much lately.

— Kid + Karaoke.

But there’s also another problem, which’s singing with a raspy voice at full might Christmas carols whose name is Kid. Kid with big ‘K’ like Karaoke.

My mind is simple as some points of here:

— Male!Reader broke up with his long-distance gf since he’s on Kid’s crew

— Kid is being pushed into cheering you up since no-one has time, even if they try finding it perhaps

— The go out together

— Kid maybe has a tiny-eenie-weenie-bity-bit crush on reader

— then karaoke hits hard

As I’ve said, Thank you for reading this lotta-stuff, hugs!~

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HELLO!!!! I decided to do the Killer and ice skating idea. This was such a cute idea. Merry Christmas and enjoy!

Day 23: Killer - Ice Skating

To say that Killer was stressed and burnt out was an understatement.  He did so much for everyone and never took a break.  It was 2 days before Christmas and the masked first mate was sitting at the small wooden kitchen table, head down on the table.  You saw him in his state of sadness and stress and you wished you could do something.  Anything.  He had been making Christmas dinner, keeping Kid in line, buying presents, wrapping presents, etc.

Suddenly Kid walked into the kitchen holding some money and two pairs of ice skates?  Killer looked up at his captain.  

“Hey, I traded some stuff in town.  Got some berris, but some guy gave me two pairs of ice skates for free.  You can have them if you want,” Kid said, setting the ice skates down in front of his first mate before walking away.

Later that day, you went to give Killer some cookies and hot chocolate to hopefully help him relax, but when you went to his room, he was gone.  You looked all over the ship looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found.  You asked everyone, but they said he left a while ago to go into town.  When you got into town, you ran around everywhere looking for him.  But no one had seen him.  You couldn’t understand how no one saw a large muscular masked man anywhere.  Eventually your searching led you to a small lake in the middle of the surrounding forest.  It was beautiful and snowy.  You saw a large frozen lake, it was beautiful.  Like one you’d see in a movie or on a card.  Suddenly, you noticed a man skating on the lake.  It was Killer!  He was skating on the lake like he was performing for millions of people.  He was doing all kinds of moves.  Quads, Triple Axels, you name it!  You noticed in his body language that he seemed so relaxed, unlike not too long ago.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice him walking up to you. “Hey,” he said holding out the other pair of ice skates that Kid had brought back earlier, “you want to skate?”

“No,” you said nodding your head, “I’m no good.”

“Come on.  I’ll teach you.”

He grabbed your hand and led you to the lake.  He strapped on your skates and started to guide you to the lake.  You didn’t get as good as him, but you did improve.  It was the best time you two had together.  Who would have known that ice skating could be so relaxing?

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[chthonicmoons]

omg the flower asks....orchid or purple iris for axel and avira hehehe

AAAAA omg thank u...... i did purple iris but this one honestly couldve gone either way hehe. under the cut bc it got away from me a bit🫣

[Purple Iris - a compliment that accidentally slips out]

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Avira wheeled up to him, emerging from the crowd in a blaze, practically pirouetting around the drunken half-orc that stumbled into her path at the last minute. She gripped the rim of a goblet with the tips of her fingers; she moved with such inexplicable grace that only a single drop of deep purple wine escaped the lip of the cup and trickled down the side. From where he clung to the sticky bartop, Axel met her wild-eyed gaze. The flush of drink painted her cheeks a dark lavender. 

To his surprise, she extended a hand. “Dance with me,” she said, grinning widely. 

Sweat sparkled on her brow. Under the magical flames that danced in the tavern’s lanterns and ceiling fixtures, her silver eyes glinted sparks of gold. Axel felt a pull from somewhere deep in his chest, urging him towards her; he made himself hold back. He shook his head, embarrassment already coursing through him. 

“Sorry. I don’t really dance.”

Avira cocked an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. 

Axel fumbled his words, straining to be heard over the din of the tavern. “I just – no one’s ever really asked me to.”

Avira set her goblet down on the bar counter and leaned forward on crossed arms. She was close enough that Axel could smell that signature scent of cedar and cherries wafting off her, even over the heavy musk of alcohol and sweat permeating the air from the other tavern goers. 

“Really? No one?” 

Axel shook his head. Avira looked genuinely incredulous. 

“A handsome guy like you, and no one’s ever asked you to dance? I don’t believe it.” 

There was fondness in her gaze, and she was leaning close, too close. It was the wine, it had to be, though Axel’s stomach churned with something unnameable. Heat rose up his face, he felt his neck redden all the way up to the nape, and to the tips of his ears. He opened his mouth, then closed it again; he took a sudden interest in the shabby toes of his boots. 

When he found whatever scrap of courage still existed in him to meet her gaze again, he felt the breath leave him, like someone had squeezed his chest tight. 

In all the time he’d known Avira, he’d never once seen her fluster. In riots and bar fights and alleyway scraps her confidence never wavered, she always knew exactly what to say. Her gaze was always cold steel, tongue barb-sharp.

But now, in the haze of smoky lantern-light, pressed too close to him in an overcrowded tavern, she looked embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed even darker than before, and despite his best efforts not to direct his gaze that way, Axel noticed the purple blush patterning the expanse of skin exposed by the deep cut of her sleeveless shirt. 

After a few agonizing moments, Avira smiled sheepishly, coughed once, and ducked her head, turning to face the bar where she drained her goblet in one pull. Axel stared hard at the constellation of silver freckles on her shoulder, willing away dizziness as the clamor and thickness of air suddenly felt suffocating. 

With a tinny clank, she set her emptied goblet on the sticky counter, and gave Axel another shy smile. 

“Well. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” The back of her hand brushed his as she stepped past him, and she gave him one last inscrutable look before she disappeared back into the crowd of merry dancers, without a trace. 

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ANYWAYS DONT LOOK AT ME!!!!

THANK U FOR THE ASK THIS WAS SO FUN HEHE <333