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IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU LITTLE BUDDY!!!!

thank you !

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[gallifreyanlibertea]

HELL YEAH SUPPORTIVE FRANCE IS THE BEST

!! YEAH 

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[ixiethepixiewrites]

A Lifetime to Eternity

Rating: T????

Warnings: Swearing and death mention? Idk

Summary: Sweet Devil USUK, Alfred has met his quota already, so why is he going after this one human so intently?

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY OWYN!! Made for @owynsama . Suggestion was Sweet Devil with human Arthur.

It wasn't that hard being a Demon Lord. There were responsibilities, of course, but nothing that was unreasonable. Alfred just had a quota of souls to bring to hell every so often. He liked to imagine that those stuck up angels also had quotas, and he hoped that their punishments were at least half of what could happen to a demon, but he doubted it. The soul quota could be difficult, or easy to reach, it all depended on your assigned area of Earth. The highest ranking demons got the best spots, such as cities and war zones. Lower ranks ended up with rural areas most often, making it near impossible to tempt enough humans to rise in the ranks. That wasn't to say that they didn't occasionally get lucky, like having one of Earth’s many natural disasters wipe a small town off the map.

Alfred himself had risen quite high, and so his own area was an urban ‘hell hole’. He hardly ever needed to even try getting his quota, though he did enjoy taking bets with neighboring Lords over who could cause the worst disaster in one sitting. That was what he was observing today. He had set everything up. A man, tempted by him to get dead drunk, was now speeding across the highway. All the pieces were set, there was nothing more he could influence. The rest he had to leave to human judgement, and he absolutely hated this part.

Oh but he had no need to worry, one slip up later had the entire highway in a cloud of smoke. He grinned to himself, watching his soul counter rise and giving himself a pat on the back. Sure, not all souls were going to him, some inevitably went to heaven. That was just how this whole system worked. He turned to his servants, who were watching with glee, and he himself felt even more elated. Oh yes, this was going to be one to brag about. A glimmer of light caught his eye in the portal.

“You've got to be fucking kidding me...” Alfred growled as he saw the unmistakable light of a heavenly angel. He had checked with his sources if any were to be on patrol near his area, so why was this one here? He was certain that they must have been far off and rushed in, typical goodie goodies. Well it was no matter, there was no one left to save.

He had been so wrong. The angel actually found someone stuck in the mass of crushed metal and had saved the man. He appeared to be unscathed too, which was beginning to piss Alfred off. How dare he survive something like this with next to no injury! Checking the list of souls in the area, Alfred was quick to identify the man. Well too bad for this Arthur Kirkland, as he had just earned the ire of a very petty Demon Lord. Right then and there, Alfred swore to himself that he would take this man's soul personally.

He leapt into the portal, to his servants’ dismay, and made his way to where the man was, disguising himself with ease by possessing the body of a nearby man. This would keep that blasted angel off his case, at least for a little while. The man went to the hospital to be checked, and that was when Alfred began forming his plan. He jumped from body to body, eventually taking control of the nurse that was seeing to Arthur. With a sickly sweet smile, he grabbed a needle and a bottle of something, he didn't care what, enough of anything would kill this man. “Hold out your arm, you need a shot, just in case.”

Alfred was almost there, just a little closer, when the doctor came in and stopped her. “Lucine, this patient wasn't scheduled for any shots!”

Alfred cursed to himself and left the woman's body to hover in the air. The poor nurse dropped the needle in surprise. “Oh heavens, you're right, I don't know what came over me...” She looked around warily as if she could sense being watched.

The man he was after, Arthur, crossed his arms. “Do be more careful next time! Giving someone the wrong medicine could kill them!”

Oh good, this guys was an asshole. Alfred smirked to himself and got a closer look. Not that bad looking either, if he was honest. He'd make a fine demon for his court. That is, if Alfred could kill the fucker. Thus began a series of near death experiences for this poor unfortunate soul. Alfred tried everything he could think of! Tempting the construction worker to be lazy, leaving some loose poles that Alfred just so happened to knock free. Arthur survived it. Getting another driver drunk and watching them run a red light, only to get smashed by a bus, sending shrapnel that should have hit Arthur, but it had somehow missed! Needless to say, Arthur survived it.

Alfred knew that the angel was no longer around, so what could possibly be keeping this fucking asshole safe? He'd tried dozens more times, each more convoluted than the last, and each time Arthur had survived somehow. His quota had been blown past, so why was he still so focused on killing this one man? At this point, it bordered on obsession. Alfred had no idea how many days he'd spent trying to get at least one thing to kill this man.

After so many days, maybe even weeks, he'd grown tired of it all, and decided to take matters into his own hands. He materialized himself on Earth, blue eyes glowing from the alleyway he was waiting in. As soon as he caught a glimpse of that shaggy blonde hair, he reached out and pulled the human unto the alley, pinning him to a wall and growling into his ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it is to kill you???”

Arthur, obviously stunned, only stuttered out a reply. “I-I would hope that I would be r-rather difficult to kill--”, He tried his hardest to get a look at his attacker, eyes wide with fear. “--oh God, what the hell are you?”

Alfred flipped the smaller man so they could be face to face, his eyes boring into those green ones. “Me? Oh I'm no one~” He teased. “Just someone that's been trying to take your souls for FUCKING DAYS ON END.”

Seeing his terrified look pleased Alfred greatly, though he also felt something off. A presence that was pushing him back. He let Arthur fall to the ground as he wrinkled his nose in distaste. “What on Earth are you carrying in your pocket? It's awful...”

“My pocket?” Arthur blinked slowly before he pulled out a small bag that jingled with its contents. “It's just a sachet, t-to ward off... evil...”

Slowly the pieces came together in Alfred's mind and he backed away slowly. “A witch...” He glared at the bag with all the intensity he could muster. “You're a fucking witch, anda damn good one huh? That's why I couldn't kill you with my influence...”

Alfred kicked a nearby trashcan a good twenty feet in frustration. “Fucking dammit!”

Now it was Arthur's turn to stand there confidently, sachet in hand. “I'm a high priest of my own coven, yes. My magic is quite powerful.”

That comment earned him a glare from the angry demon. There was one group that demonic influences didn't work on. High ranking religious officials. Of course, there were very rare times when the higher ups of Hell themselves would go influence them, but minor Lords like Alfred didn't have that kind of power. “You listen here and you listen good,” Alfred pushed the man to the wall again, “I will carry you to hell with my own two hands eventually, and don't you forget it. I will get you.”

Within an instant of pure darkness, Alfred was gone, leaving Arthur in the alleyway alone. He held the sachet closer to his chest. This was going to be a very long lifetime.

Alfred did keep his word though. Eighty years later, when Arthur died peacefully in his sleep, Alfred dejectedly pulled the soul from his body. The resulting demon that formed from Arthur's soul merely smirked as he appeared, stepping closer to Alfred and laying his hands on his chest. “Aren't you going to carry me to hell, my Lord?”

Sneer on his face, he swept Arthur into a bridal carry, then spread his wings. “This is going to be a long eternity.”

#usuk #sweetdevil!america #APH England #tw death mention #tw swearing #sweet devil au #human au #ixiewroteathing #owynsama #happy birfday binch hope u like it #oneshot

[justwhymsical]

owynsama replied to your post “literallyusuk: Hmm I’m thinking of trying to do something different....”

i think its a good idea to post parts of the story! helps get people interested and wanting, and may also help with story development and productivity!

Heh, yeah, that’s what I was thinking too. I guess the hard part is figuring out which bits to post lol, my chapters lately tend to be real long. Thanks for the input though!!

#owynsama #i'm still kinda nervous about it but i guess that's not gonna go away until i actually do something #writing #a personal post

[rasstegai]

I'm so happy to see DMCB art from you!!!!!!!!

#dmcb burned my house #owynsama #ask

[wonderfuckingwomanyall]

The day is July Fourth, 2016. I am so excited. To me, fireworks never get old. Every year, ever since I could truly see, fireworks were one of my favorite activities. Seeing so many colors at once; it’s breathtaking. And I owe it all to my fiance, the love of my life. I am so thankful I met her, all those years ago. I remember it just like it was yesterday.   *Memory*

I had just moved there, “So this is what New York’s like.” I thought, it is not as exciting as you think it would be. Just less manners, more taxis, and a lot of busy people speed-walking up and down town. I walked down the street and turned, there stood my new high school; as boring as the old one, or so I thought. After finding my locker and getting my schedule; I hurried off to class, and just like in the movies, I arrived late.   “And you must be our new, late addition. Mr. Rutter, I presume?” asked a woman who I assumed was the teacher. “Yes, Mrs-” “It’s Ms. Blakely. I don’t go by Mrs. anymore.” she sadly paused, “I haven’t in a very long time…” There was a moment of silence. There always is for anyone who lost their love. I hear it is the worst feeling- losing someone you love. Because not only do you lose the person, but you lose your color as well. It’s quite simple, actually, you’re born colorblind, you fall in love and suddenly you can truly see, but if your love dies, so does your light and color. I know, it’s like a big, sappy allegory for love and loss. At the time I had never fallen for anyone, so I couldn’t understand how amazing and mysterious love and true sight is.   “Alright then,” Ms. Blakely said, breaking the silence, “Since you have already interrupted the class, you might as well tell us a bit about yourself.” “Umm,” I stuttered, “My name’s Ethan. Ethan Rutter. I used to live in Kansas.” I looked from face to face around the room, until I saw a girl with dark hair and light eyes. “And now I live here.” “Thank you for that very… Very interesting fact. “ Ms. Blakely said sarcastically, “Who would have assumed you live here?” The teacher rolled her eyes. “Take a seat.” As I sat, I glanced back at the dark haired girl and for a second, I could’ve swore her eyes looked… Blue.     How I knew the color blue, I can’t tell you, even today. But I knew it was the color of a brand-new life. One very different than the dull hues I had been living in. I snuck another glance at the girl. She had… Brown hair. Yes, brown. Well, more like a shiny brown. A bronze. She caught me looking at her and smiled. “Penny. ” she mouthed. I nodded and mouthed back, “Ethan.” She replied, chuckling, “I know.”

*End of memory*

  The rest is history. Now, four years and an engagement later, we still spend every second together, enjoying the sky (Who would’ve thought it would be blue?), flowers (They aren’t all the same color, crazy right?), and so much more. Penny gasps. The fireworks have started. Sparks scatter across the sky painting it red, then blue, and finally white; decorating the dark, cloudless canvas. Then the sparks fall down, disappearing behind the stars. Until the next thundering noise fills our ears and the canvas is covered once more, in different green and blue hues.   After the firework show ends, we go on a walk. It’s about nine o’clock. We have some time before we have to get back to our dorms. So we walk, hand in hand, enjoying each other’s company. “I’ve missed this.” Penny said, dreamily. “Me too.” I replied. It was true, I had missed her a lot. We haven’t had much time since she was busy becoming a therapist, while I was training to become a doctor. In our own ways, we both just wanted to help people.   Penny stumbles, her rich, brown hair falling in her face. “Woah, are you okay?” I ask, my eyes begging for assurance. “Ouch.” she says, sounding slightly dazed and dizzy. I tried to shake it off. Everyone loses their footing or gets dizzy every now and then, right? “I’m fine,” she continues, seeing my worried expression, “Really, Ethan. Calm down.” She yawns. “I think it’s about time we go back. I’m kinda tired…” she says. “That’s a good idea.” I agree, “But are you sure that you’re okay?” “Yes, mother.” she says tauntingly, “Let’s go before I fall to sleep. Then you’ll have to carry me.” I roll my eyes. “Then let’s go.” I say, while turning on my heel. With that, we leave just as we came; hand in hand.

*Page break*

  “Good night, Penny.” I say. We had walked back to her dorm together. Even though she didn’t want me to be, I was worried. There was just something about her falling like that, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. It was as if the life left her eyes, and the color left her skin. She was almost cold at the touch.   “Stop worrying about me. I’m fine.” she says, reading my expression. “Okay.” I reply, trying to just forget about it. I try to put on a convincing smile, but it turns into more of a pained grimace. “Go, Stutter Rutter.” she chuckles at my nickname, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright, I’m going…” I smile as she gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “I love you.” we say in unison. She tiredly smiles as I leave.

*Page break*

  I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock screeching in my ear at 7:30. I grunt in response and roll out of bed. “Another day of stupid college courses. Yay me.” I sarcastically whine. Then my second alarm clock blared. 7:45 already? I get dressed, brush my teeth, comb my hair- the normal stuff. After that, I go to my nightstand to check my phone and groan when the red battery appears, letting me know it’s dead. Great. I look at the clock: 8:00. “Crap! I’ve got class in fifteen minutes!” I gasp as I run away from my phone, completely forgetting about it. I fly down the stairs and out the door. Thank goodness I live next to my English class.   Running up the stairs (Would it kill them to spring for an elevator?) and screeching to a halt in front of the door; I check my watch. Three minutes late. Mr. Sage is gonna kill me. With a sigh, I turn the handle and tiptoe in. “How kind of you to grace us with your presence, Mr. Rutter.” he says with a bitter tone. “Mr. S, I can-” “Ethan, I am telling you for the hundredth time. My name is Mr. Sage. I don’t do abbreviations. You’re generation is too hard to keep up with and I don’t see what the point is anyways. No one will care about “Tyler Swift” or “emojoes” in a hundred years, anyways!” He must be in a really bad mood today.   I sigh and take my seat. After hearing Mr. Sage drone on and on for the past four months; I have developed a talent for tuning him out. As I tiredly blink, Mr. Sage’s blue shirt flickers to grey. “What? I must be seeing things...” I say to myself. I shake my head to try and clear it, but when I open my eyes, Mr. S’s shirt is still grey. Something must be wrong. Whispering under my breath, I say, “I need to check on Penny.” When I suddenly have a flashback to last night. Her skin wasn’t just pale. It was white. It was colorless. “Penny!” I breath. I stand up and start sprinting to the door. Something is definitely wrong.

#just felt like sharing this #I'm actually pretty proud of this #u like?? #soulmate au #au #writing promt #soulmate writing prompt #au writing prompt #short story #colorless world #when you meet your soulmate you see color #red-orca #pleasegodletmelive #owynsama #apharthurkirkland #writing prompt

[heroesofhyrule]

A (forest) Minish moodboard/aesthetic set for owynsama

#loz #zelda #minish cap #minish #owynsama #i made a thing

[ixiethepixiedraws]

Commission for @owynsama! Thank you Owyn, hope you like your sonion! (ouo)b

#owynsama #commission #hetalia #aph america #ffxiv #hahahaha the screens were hell #but I love them sobs its such a cool move

[yoshi-p]

owynsama replied to your post: hey pay me $1 and i’ll draw your ffxiv character

yo what’s your paypal dad

no son

#owynsama

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King of the Superficial by Drones_of_Innocence

Summary: Famous actors must have a hard time at cons. Or so you’d think. Title inspired by a line from a Muse song. For Owynsama for the Summer Festival Exchange back in 2016.

Comment: Very cute and fluffy. Arthur is very stubborn and rude at first but then he softens up. Is a bit too fast-paced for my liking, but still good. Despite the description it was posted back in 2018. So a bit older, but not that old

Rated G, Warnings: None apply, America/England, Actor AU, Fluff, Enemies to friends to lovers, Comic con, Word count: 6491, Complete

#hetalia #hws america #hws england #usuk #submission

[kyokyo866]

Dreamtalia: Erroneous Epilogue Release Trailer

It's here!! The alternate GerEng Dreamtalia ending is here for everyone to experience!! A gift made for Lubo that can be shared with the world! Thank you to Tema, Sophloulou, Mattie and FinnytheFox for helping make this a reality!!

Thank you to @owynsama for your work on the title screen and double thanks to @sophloulouaaaah for making this trailer!!

Download here!

#hetalia #hetagame #aph england #aph germany #gereng #dreamtalia #dreamtalia erroneous epliogue #sorry about the reupload #the last video file was the wrong one

[fenriszine]

I am pleased to announce the amazing contributors for the zine!

ARTISTS Al Norton | Animefanka | Archfey | awaari | Bea Castillo | Brad "Kinja" Kincaide | Bunny | Caitlin Powers | Carissa Genovese | Diamythal | FP | Gwendan | Handmade Princess | Jessi Gulish | Joanne Kwan | Kit (starsodaart) | Latonia Jones | Laura | Lu | Mango-Parfait | Maxson | MEC | MoistGhoist | ohgeezitssam | OwynSama | Pentachilles | Rae | rvssia | Sabree | silberkuste | Soturisi | Tanbi-no-Kami | Taru | Toby Sharp | ValerieOS | wireskull | Xiz0r | Zebrafeets

MERCH ARTISTS cometkinsart | Cal (iovitus) | cs smith | sabela | wingding | YourFavouritePlushie

WRITERS Ash | Fly | stitchcasual | TheFire_in_the_NightSky

#fenris #dragon age #fandom zines #zines #fenhawke

[nish-e-r-r-o-r-neesh]

heyy @owynsama here’s my gift for you for the @usuknetwork 2018 Christmas Gift exchange!  I decided to incorporate all three prompts, with both of them going christmas shopping, all snuggly and warm, and happening upon a bunch of baked goods~. Alfred’s pretty hyped over them. Hope you like it, and Merry Christmas! ^_^

#usukholiday2018 #usuk #gift #for owyn #art

[usuk-pchat-blog]

Here is the first half of pictures from last week’s free for all pchat! They are adorable, aren’t they?

Going through each row from left to right:

First row: @yuzuriin / @shinotail

Second row: @owynsama

Third row: @shinotail / @usuccc

Fourth row: @chunruu / @shinotail

Fifth row: @shinotail

#sorry it took me so long to get these up #pchat art #sfw

[tiramiszu]

Commission for @owynsama; posted on request!

#APH America #FFXIV #art tag #commissions #thanks for letting me draw your lovely cat man vov

[ao3feed-promare]

by 56leon

Neko, Lio determines, is hellspawn. Hellspawn with squishy toe beans and a wet booper snooter, but hellspawn nonetheless.

Or, the fic where Galo brings a cat home, and no, it's not Lio.

(requested on twitter by @owynsama!)

Words: 2114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Kirilism's Twitter Prompt Fics

Fandoms: Promare (2019)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Galo Thymos, Lio Fotia, Remi Puguna

Relationships: Lio Fotia/Galo Thymos

Additional Tags: Cats, but not like the musical, adopting a pet is kind of like sex: there's lots of screaming; you need consent; remi is there, this is the ONLY time EVER that you'll get me to admit that I was stumped on a title, so the title really means nothing, Getting Together

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed-promare #promare #promare fic #promare ao3 #teen rating #m/m #lio x galo #galo x lio #galolio #liogalo #getting together