#it emphasizes the use of aether

[bedoballoons]

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~Smacking/Pinching/Grabbing their ass in public~

CW: Suggestive themes! GN! Reader!

(Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Gorou, Tighnari, Kazuha, Aether, Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, and Scaramouche!)

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Diluc:

Your imagination was getting the better of you, your courage building up as you watched your boyfriend work...serving drinks and taking orders. You had originally offered to help but he said he'd only be a moment...that was half a hour ago, but you weren't angry. Far from it actually.

It was warm in Angels share and he had taken off his jacket revealing his tight pants that happened to be...emphasizing some of his...features. He just looked so good...you bit your lip but in the end your impulses won as you stood up walking quietly behind him...without any warning you smacked his butt, hard enough to make a loud slapping noise.

His back straightening, as he whipped around staring your down with angry fire red eyes and a bright pink face, the people he had been serving chuckling slightly behind him. Before you could apologize he pulled you close, his words holding lust and anger as he spoke. "We, will deal with this later...your punishments undecided. Go. Sit down." You didn't know exactly what that meant but...you decided it best to listen quickly returning to your seat.

Albedo:

To you Albedo always looked beautiful, his shoulder length hair tied back out of his face, his clothes always neat and tidy...today however, as you walked through the crowded lecture room, you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. Was there something in the air...had he done something different? You weren't sure, all you knew was he looked absolutely gorgeous to the point you were having a difficult time keeping your hands to yourself.

This was made even more obvious as you followed him to the area beside the podium where he'd be giving his own lecture on alchemy and its uses. At first you were just going to give him a kiss for luck...but as he turned around to walk onto the stage...you couldn't help it, you slapped his ass, his back arching slightly in surprise as he gasped.

He turned to you wide eyed with a blush on his face, he was unable to say a word as he was rushed onto the stage. You couldn't help but giggle as he stood in front of the crowd his eyes darting to you as he stuttered through the first sentence...you might end up paying for that later.

Gorou:

You blushed slightly, your eyes on your boyfriends fluffy tail as you walked through the crowded festival, his hand holding yours tightly, tugging you happily along. You couldn't help but smile at him, he had been so nice, inviting you, buying you your favourite treats and his laugh was contagious.

If only you could take your mind off more...suggestive topics and fully enjoy the festivities, but that simply wasn't in the cards for you. Gorou paused in front of one of the concessions stand, his tail wagging in excitement as he looked at all the different fireworks,....you couldn't help it. He just looked so cute...you walked up next to him, your hand reaching down grabbing his butt softly.

He yelped in surprise, his face turning bright red as he tried to hide his blush with his hands, his ears flattening and his tail straightening. You chuckled, telling the cashier who thankfully wasn't paying much attention, you'd take two dog shaped fireworks. Considering the reaction he had...you just might do it again.

Tighnari:

Tighnari smiled slightly, occasionally mustering up a wave at students of the akademiya he had previously went to school with. The only reason he was here after all was for a renuinion with some of the other graduates...and the only reason he had even decided to attend was because of you.

Originally you had said it would be good to socialise with some of his old friends...but you also had other intentions, seeing as he had taken a opportunity like this prior to completely embarrass you in front of some of your friends. You vividly remembered how he had come up behind you kissing your neck while warning your friends you were taken. Revenge was going to be sweet...

You waited, a small crowd gathering around your boyfriend as they all spoke of their achievements and compared their latest experiments. A small mischievous smirk finding its way onto your face as stood just a bit closer to him, you could barely stop yourself giggling as you pinched his right cheek.

He jumped gasping in surprise as he looked behind him, a bright pink blush painting his face before his eyes landed on you and he pieced it all together. He crossed his arms, his schoolmates asking what happened and you just smiling, your plan worked. He'd most likely get you back later and you simply couldn't wait.

Kazuha:

You looked around the harbour, your eyes darting between the different salesmen of Liyue and the people walking by, each going about their normal everyday lives. Kazuha would say it was poetic and as you glanced at him, his small figure leaning slightly over the railing of the harbour to look at the fish swimming in the sea, you couldn't help but agree with him.

You blushed slightly as you looked him up and down, you truly felt so lucky. He was so handsome, his white hair pulled back in a ponytail gently blowing in the wind, and his red eyes scanning the waters...you sighed contemplating internally if it would it be wrong to show off a little...you bit your lip...stepping closer

Just one touch couldn't hurt...you silently said to yourself as you wrapped a arm around his waist, making him straighten for a second and you lost all control your hand grabbing his ass as he quietly moaned his face blushing heavily as he looked around. "W-what was that?"

"...I couldn't help myself"

Aether:

Why did he have to look so fine...his pants hugging all the right areas, his usual blonde braid having a few strings of hair loose that framed his face beautifully, and most of all the soft blush on his cheeks from the workout of his training. Your heart couldn't stop racing as you watched him, each movement he made making you want him more and more.

Maybe he was teasing you...well if he was...it was working, especially as he walked over to you, wiping a thin layer of sweat from his forehead. His lips moving as he spoke, but you couldn't concentrate on the words, it took him waving his hand in front of your face and calling your name for you to understand he was asking for a drink of water.

"Are you okay? You were really spaced out...I can take a break and we can eat something. Maybe your hungry?" His words were caring, and maybe you were a little hungry...just not for food. You shook your head, but he didn't seem to believe you as he turned around bending over to pick up a training dummy he had knocked over.

That's when you couldn't take it a second longer, you stood up smacking his ass...harder than you meant to. He moaned jumping back, his face redder than you had ever seen it as the noise alone drew the attention of all the knights who had been training in the area. You went to apologise but Aether was ahead of you, pulling you close to him having no shame as he kissed you deeply.

Xiao:

You looked at Xiao, his clothes wet from the downpour that had started only moments ago, forcing you to run into the nearest roofed building which happened to be a restaurant. The food smelled delicious, but it was the last thing on your mind...

Your attention was fully on your Yaksha boyfriend, his normally cream white shirt now see through...his pants clinging to his body and his hair flattened slightly against his face. You could see his muscular figure through the wet clothing and it was more than enough to make you blush.

Even as he started to speak with someone about sitting there for a few minutes you couldn't take your eyes off him...especially his ass...it was so highlighted by the clingy clothing you just wanted to...to touch it. You stood next to him, checking behind you before acting on your desires and touching his lower back.

You watched with a small smirk as he instantly straightened, his yellow eyes darting to you wondering just what you were up to. He didn't have to wait long to find out as your hand traveled slowly down to his butt, harshly grabbing it.

You watched in satisfaction as he gasped, his face turning pink as the person he had been speaking to asked him what was wrong. You simply winked at him knowing full well he'd punish you for it later...and you would enjoy it.

Wanderer:

Wanderer looked at you, slightly annoyed as he twirled slightly, his normal outfit replaced by something basically identical...except the shorts were a bit shorter than normal. "These shorts are tighter fitting. You must have measured wrong...idiot." His words sounding just as rude as ever but you didn't mind...you were enjoying the view after all.

"I didn't measure wrong,...it's probably just because they're not the exact same materials. Don't worry though...you look ver nice~" You spoke with a flirty tone, looking him up and down in a obvious way. You watched as his face blushed, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the people picking up their own garments not far from you.

"Quiet." He said under his breath, but being quiet wasn't currently in your vocabulary as you kneeled beside him, taking your measuring tape out of your pocket. He stood still and you took this perfect opportunity to use the numbered tape as a excuse. Lining it up just above his ass before gently pinching his right cheek.

You felt almost proud as he whipped around pulling you by your shirt up to his face, his blush now tomato red as he glared at you. You giggled quietly peeking over his shoulder at the people behind him, you couldn't help but whisper to him, "People are watching...later~"

Cyno:

Scaramouche:

Cyno held you close, his movements slightly clumsy as he attempted to stay on beat to the music, it had been your idea to take a class with Nilou about dancing and you weren't regretting it in the slightest as you moved your body against his. Each class was another chance to be close to your boyfriend and bond with him...over something other than joke which you loved but got a little tiring sometimes.

You giggled as you spun him, originally it was supposed to be you spinning but you'd gotten dizzy to the point of falling over and he agreed it would be best if he took a turn. He spun gracefully before pulling you close to him, your face instantly heating up as a idea crawled into your mind....

You surveyed the area, the other couples all seemingly busy trying to keep up with the moves and each other. "Is something wrong? I didn't step on your foot right...that would be toetally bad." His voice was slightly concerned but the pun still made you smile, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips as you nodded.

Your hand slid down from its position on his waist downwards, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at you, and you winked at him, pinching his ass. Watching in sheer delight as he jumped, his face blushing a dark red and his hand grabbing yours, holding while he contemplated just what punishment he should give for your indecency...

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You watched Scara intently, the way he put his hands on his hips when he got frustrated with someone and how he smirked when someone doubted his intelligence then found out he was smarter than them ten fold. His small figure illuminated by the dim lights of the fatui hideout and his eyes always having a slightly menacing theme to them.

Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you, catching you staring, before...to your disappointment, simply rolling his eyes and continuing to boss lackeys around. You wanted his attention...and you couldn't help it anymore, you bit your lip slightly, looking around the room for anyway to catch his gaze again.

Yet again your eyes landed on him, this time however it was on his perfect ass, plush and soft...he was your boyfriend after all. There was nothing wrong with it and if it got his attention on you for a little it would be worth it. You wondered what consequences there would be...but quickly shrugged them away. Your mind already made up as you walked away from your spot against the wall.

You snuck as carefully as you could behind him, without a single regret, you slapped his ass your palm stinging for a second. You watched as he moaned out loud, turning to you with furious rage in his eyes and the deepest blush you had ever seen on him. You giggled before sprinting away...you knew he'd catch you but that was half the fun...

~Requests Open~

A/N: Sorry this is so late!! Also should I make any genshin female HCs?

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[bluexiao]

#are you leaving? are you leaving me?

—how would they react if you stormed off after an argument (for the first time) and they thought you were leaving them for good? 

CHARACTERS. Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli; gn! Raader

THEMES. Angst; Hurt (no or with) comfort; can be reversed comfort too; has varying intensities so there are others that has fluff/crack (im looking at you heizou and kazu)

WARNINGS. may emphasize venti’s drinking on his part 

NOTES. I was supposed to post another one but I really can’t stand not answering this request so good luck with two consecutive angst everyone~ I’ll post the other one next week! 

ZHONGLI would look rather calm, no matter how big the argument was. He normally would not let the argument go further, but today was rather stressful, even for someone like him. With all the arguments at work and also to those who would ask for his help even when he was just on his way home, and now, everything piled up and he… maybe he needed a bit of rest. 

“Let us discuss this tomorrow, beloved, I-”

However, all he heard was the sound of the doors closing, and there was no sight of you in the room.  

He sighs heavily, thinking that you probably had only gone out of the room to calm down. Of course, he only realized he was the only one in the house when he woke up and there’s still not a sight of you beside him. Startled, he stood up and found himself scavenging the entire house—could you have left him?—this thought was all in his mind but as soon as he turned to the living room, there you were, sleeping so peacefully on the couch. He heaves out a sigh immediately, kneeling in front of you, taking your hands to his and bringing them to his lips. He had never in this life felt so anxious—it had been awhile, he thinks, but maybe this was more…-

“Zhongli?” He heard you call for his name by then, but before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he was hushing at you, whispering so slowly to not awaken you any further. 

“There’s no need to wake, my love.” It’s going to be alright. 

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XIAO and you had been arguing for the whole week. Actually, he only showed up today after being gone for three straight days. Three! And now he expects you to pretend that everything is okay? 

“What is the matter with you, Xiao? Really? Three days?“

He clicks his tongue, not even looking at you as he crosses his arms. 

“Really? That’s how you’re going to respond? Talk to me! Please!” 

“What do you want me to say?”

“Anything!”

XIAO purses his lips and by then, you’ve had enough. 

You had always seen him disappear in front of you and you figured that this was just the same—you were only doing what he had been doing to you. However, unbeknownst to you, his mind was already racing—-you were going to leave him, this was for sure. But… why does his chest hurt very much? Does the idea of not having you in his life that-

He falls to his knees upon realizing the answer to his question. 

This is it, he thinks, he had finally ruined the only thing that was beautiful in his life. 

When you returned to the Inn that same night from your night stroll, you were taken aback by the sight of your lover sitting on the bed, head in his hands and upon your entrance, he raised his head, and with shaky eyes, he whispered, “Y/n? Is that… you?” 

There was disbelief in his voice, you could only stand still when he slowly stood and found his way to you, reaching out his hand. You let him when he caressed your cheek—how could you not? Not when he was looking at you as if you were a cloud, about to fade away upon his touch. 

“Is that really you?” Only then did you find your strength to nod slowly and silently as a response. He was silent for a while, golden eyes scanning yours before he released a breath of relief, leaning his head over your shoulder and pressing a kiss on your neck. 

“Thank you… for coming back to me.” 

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VENTI has been drinking far more than he usually would lately. Of course, he does not even have the mind to comprehend what you were saying before you left him in the bar that night, and by the time he came home, morning came and apparently, the house was empty. 

He was groggy and almost too sleepy when he scoured the whole home and soon, the whole city. Maybe he just forgot? What did you even say to him before you had gone? 

He can just remember you screaming at him. 

“Have you seen Y/n?” Everyone could only shake their heads as an answer to the bard, some even whispering how you had finally decided to leave him all alone. 

“Oh, no, it’s nothing… I just can’t remember where they went so…” he scratches the back of his head, but despite the smile on his face, this was far from what he truly feels on the inside. 

Perhaps… you truly had gone and left him? 

Ah, no, no, maybe it was just a commission so far away… right? 

He sits at the bar but no matter how many drinks he had gotten, there was no erasing this stupid feeling on his chest that taunts in his mind that maybe you were never going back. 

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Someone like THOMA is rare. It would take forever for you to find someone else like him—not that you would ever do so. 

And at that moment—at that very moment, that was all in your mind. And thus, you could not do anything else but find your way out. Maybe your mind would calm down once you’ve breathed the freshness of the air and felt the stars ground you back and remind you of your worth and commitment to this relationship. 

THOMA on the other hand was too tempted to rush to your side, already wanting to take you to his embrace and cast all the negativity aside. 

Apparently, it proved the same for you and you both were already running to each other, engulfing one another in each other’s arms. 

“I’m sorry… I did not mean to raise my voice, Y/n…” 

You sank into his shoulder as you shook your head, “I’m sorry as well, Thoma…” 

Usually, he had more words to say, but he thinks this will be enough for now. Just having you here is enough. 

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Loving SCARAMOUCHE takes a lot. Being patient with him is far more. 

It does lead you to often walk off and leave for the meantime to give space to the both of you—it’s just the stress, the pressure of being a Harbinger, you’d reason to yourself. 

But that was earlier. 

Now was the second time you had walked out of the conversation (argument) for today. 

You sighed heavily and his subordinates all around you could tell just by one look that something was going on, but none had the courage to go and speak to you about it. 

It was nightfall when SCARAMOUCHE realizes that you were nowhere to be found. 

As the camp was surrounded by the forest, ideally, there was nothing out there—not unless you’ve decided to leave without another word and escape from his grasp. 

As if he’d let you—but he doubts that it was what you did. 

Right?

“Where’s Y/n?” 

“W-We… We do not have any idea, my lord, maybe the lord Y/n merely went out on a walk-”

“I don’t care,” he snaps, “find them! Now!” 

He chews on the inside of his cheeks as he paces around the campsite—where are you even?! For all, he knows you could’ve been attacked by some Treasure Hoarder and maybe other beasts out there! 

“How could you be so careless!” he disregards how his shoulders eased down and his breath evened just as soon as he saw you safe and sound. 

“If you’re going to fight with me again, I might just very well leave,” you glared at him and he tenses up. Every move you made makes him flinch and when he realizes that you were walking off to the tent, he follows suit with a heavy sigh. 

“Wait,” he speaks as soon as you both got inside the tent, and when you stopped, he was inspecting you, making sure, “you’re not hurt, are you?” he asks, far calmer than he usually was the whole day—or maybe it was just the exhaustion. Either way, it was enough for you to do the same and silently shake your head. 

“Why? Are you worried?” 

He scoffs but says nothing more. 

Oh, you knew that he definitely was. Unknowingly much more than that. 

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KAZUHA does not come home that often. Actually, does he ever come home? One minute he’s there and the next moment, before you knew it, he was already saying goodbye to you. 

“Is this how we’re going to be? Kazuha?” 

Those were your last words to him before you left him on the docks that night, turning away and leaving without even hearing if he had an answer or not. 

You see, he figured that it would soon fade away, your anger would dissipate just as the other sailors said, telling him that’s how their own lovers say goodbye sometimes and they’d still be there waiting for them. 

But the thing is, he was wrong for believing them. 

By the time he had returned from their trip to Inazuma, instead of seeing your usual figure in the docks, waving at him cheerfully with a smile and tears attempting to escape your eyes, you were nowhere to be found. 

His heart sinks, far enough that Beidou and the others could not even find him a second after for he was already rushing to your place—are you still there? 

Please still be there. 

You weren’t. 

KAZUHA could feel his knees weaken but they were unmoving. When was the last time he had felt this way? He could remember, but he could not have expected to feel this too soon. 

Everything was going well—or was that all in his mind? 

He stands all alone in the house, and even if you do come home, he wonders if he really is doing the right thing to keep all of these like this. 

You were right. 

Is this really how you two were going to be? 

The uncertainty kills him, and he realizes that this must be the pain you had been feeling as well whenever he was gone. 

But now, it’s him who was tasting his own medicine. 

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KAEYA has a knack of teasing you, maybe far too much. 

Ah, when you walked out, at first, it felt like he just won. But not a minute longer, his brother was already sending him a dirty look. “How can you act like that? Pathetic.” 

May it be the harsh words his brother had told him or the realization that he may very well had been a jerk, he felt an unpleasant flutter in the pit of his stomach—he definitely was in the wrong this time. 

“Y/n?” Of course, he knew where to find you, but whether he did the right thing or not, he could only contemplate it only afterwards. 

“Why did you follow me, Kaeya?” 

“Babe…” 

“Don’t babe me,” you snapped your head at him and sent him a glare, “that was embarrassing, Kaeya! What do you think I should’ve done? Stayed?!” 

“I know, I know…” he attempts to bring a hand over your shoulder to console you, and when you let him, he sighs in relief. “I’m sorry, I should’ve known better.” 

At this point, he was tempted to kiss the pout on your lips but he resists. 

Maybe later, he thinks. 

But he’s glad that you at least let him have a chance once more.

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Now you do feel bad for ITTO whenever he gets accused over something and he gets jail time over it. Most of the time, it’s really unavoidable, as he does things without fear that even if he did have a good motive, he gets misunderstood easily.

The problem is, his jail time was eating away all your time with him, and now you doubt that there will ever be a time when he will stay, even for a week without being too far away inside his prison cell that the Tenryou Commission had always settled him in.

“Ugh this is giving me a headache,” you groaned as you attempted to walk off in the middle of the argument (actually, it was just a conversation that was slowly getting heated).

“Wait, wait, wait, where are you going? You’re not leaving are you?” he immediately tries to stop you and you could only narrow your eyes at him with a hand still on your forehead. “Are you angry? Oh please don’t be angry, babe, please?”

“I’m not leaving-”

“You look like you are!”

“But I’m really not!”

“Wait, really?”

Your hand fell from your forehead to your eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Babe, please, let me take a breather, my head is aching.”

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HEIZOU knew it the moment you stormed out of the door. He knew it right from his guts and yet he did not move—he was frozen, as if someone attempted to glue his feet on the floor and prevent him from stopping you.

It turns out, that person was him—he was the one stopping himself.

He knows very well how unpredictable people are, how emotions can make them do something that no one else expects, not even people they were very close with.

At this point, HEIZOU was at a loss.

Maybe if he went out and followed you then he will be able to ask for your forgiveness?

But it had been awhile since you’ve gone out, who knows where you’ve gone, and what if you go back home anyway and he’s not there?

Now what should he do?!

He spends the whole time thinking and brooding to himself that he did not even realize that it was nighttime already. He already had a plan in mind—of course, he should follow you! Maybe you encounter some sort of danger and–when so suddenly, the door opened and revealed your figure coming in. You were startled upon seeing him still sitting in the same place you left him but soon pretended as if you did not see him and went on to attempt walking away further inside the house.

Unfortunately for you, he was already standing up by the time you passed by his form and before you know it, he had wrapped his arms around you, pulling you by the waist and your back pressed to his chest.

“Leave me be, Zou… Is this not what you want? For me to leave you alone?”

“Y/n… don’t be like that-”

“You can say those to me but I cannot say it to you?”

You break away from his grasp even if he tried holding on.

And when he was left all alone in the living room did he have time to contemplate the seriousness of the situation.

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GOROU is going nuts the second you turned around. He was debating with himself if he should immediately stop you before you step out but his feet only moved when you were almost closing the door, it was just a good thing that he was able to move and stop you in time.

“A-Are you leaving? Where are you going?” Are you leaving me? He was about to say but he bit his lip in order to stop himself.

“Gorou… I need some air-”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Y/n.” he says but he doesn’t let go of the sleeve of your shirt.

“Rou..”

“I’m really sorry, I did not mean to say those to you and raise my tone, I’m really really sorry-”

“Baby,” you immediately stop him as soon as you faced the man, holding both of his hands with yours and looking at him straight on the eye.

“I’m not leaving you… okay? I just-I just needed air and we can talk about this later, okay?”

He bites his lip further and this did not go unnoticed to you. You had to let go of one of his hands to bring it on his chin and use your thumb to pull his lower lip out of his teeth gently.

“You’ll injure yourself…” you muttered with a frown before landing a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll be back, okay?”

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DILUC wants to stop you but ends up being too engulfed with his pride to even move a little bit.

Don’t go. He wanted to say those two words but it got stuck in his throat.

You were probably the one who realized that you were leaving without a word and had instinctively gone back inside the manor after only taking a few steps. When you went inside, he was standing still, still in the same place you left him not moments later.

“Luc?” you called him and only then did he regain his senses, flinching upon your touch when you took hold of his cheek, only to relax and kean onto the warmth of your palm.

“I’m sorry, I left without a word-”

“It’s understandable,” he interrupts, bringing a hand over your own, “I was at fault, allow me to apologize to you first.”

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DAINSLEIF had been through a lot over the years, But it seems he had not learned that much as he lets you walk out and off, ready to let you go at that very moment. But was he?

He was holding your hand before you could take even a step out of the door,

“I apologize, I didn't mean to raise my voice, Y/n.”

You pondered in silence and despite not being the type, he felt compelled to say more, “I hope… you can forgive me.”

You sighed and for a moment, he thought about the worst—-were you going to tell him how sick you are? You probably wouldn’t… but he wouldn’t be surprised if you would.

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CYNO is far too logical for this.

So he does not really understand the meaning why you stormed off like that.He had seen others do it but… what does he do? It’s not like he had experienced this before.

“Where are you going?” he stopped you just in time before you had gone far away, hand wrapped on your wrist, effectively stopping you from stepping away any further.

“Cyno…”

“If you’re going to leave, say it to my face.” he says even if the thought brings an unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Will you end it? He wanted to ask, just to get it done with, but he couldn’t find his voice. Why was it so difficult to say?

Maybe he really does not want to say it.

But what should he do if you do the very thing he couldn’t comprehend?

Out of all the questions thrown his way, this one was probably one of the only things he couldn’t answer.

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CHILDE’s naturally competitive personality does have its ups and downs. And clearly, this one is one of the latter.

It’s not so often that you find yourself walking out but you do have those times when you’re just too pissed at him that you couldn’t bear to see his face.

“Hey! Babe! I’m sorry, I didn't mean it!” he was following you, of course, he was. He just doesn’t know when to stop, that’s who he was and is—even you couldn’t find a way out of it.

“Oh, please, you did! And can you stop following me?! I told you I’m just going to take a walk!”

You two had probably caught other people’s attention by then but you kept on walking.

You look back to where he was and you find that he is not there anymore. Feeling slightly disappointed, you turned around, now stepping calmly further on.

Unknowingly however, he is indeed following you. Of course, he needs to make sure you are safe, especially since you’re stepping out of Liyue.

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AYATO is well-versed with his words and his expressions. It was how he grew up and how he went through his social gatherings each and every day.

This was the first time he had let you walk out of your own, and that was because he thought that you needed it—taking a fresh breath of air would always help someone clear their mind, and he knew full well that you were only stepping out for that very same reason.

He is rather calm and would stay so, but he would stay outside of the door, waiting for you, and by the time you had done so, he will be there.

“Shall we discuss about it or do you want to have cuddles instead?” he smiles at you warmly, maybe even too much that you forgot all your anger already.

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ALBEDO knows you very well, maybe too much. However, since this is the first time that you had done such a thing, he was rather taken aback and it kept him thinking the whole time that you were gone.

He looks over the way out of the laboratory and frowns. It has been a while since you’ve walked off, will you be okay? Should he go and follow you?

He ponders even more.

Your safety is indeed more important, and thus, he decides to go and search for you. Just as he was about to, however, you were already back, but you did see him prepare to go out of the laboratory—which he never does so often.

“Are you going back to Mondstadt?” you asked him even if you still felt hesitant after the argument earlier. You had cleared your mind but you still couldn’t find yourself looking him directly in the eye.

This didn’t go unnoticed to the other, however, as he stepped in front of you and brought his hand on your chin, instinctively making you meet his eyes—ah, what a wrong move, you began to think.

“I apologize for what I did earlier, I must have hurt your feelings.” He looks away for a moment and composes himself, “I was quite unsure what to think when you left. I admit, I felt rather guilty. With that, I am very sorry, love. Can you forgive me?”

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AETHER and you never argued that much. They were all easily prevented and he has the person who has the longest patience you’ve ever known.

Today was only different, driven by exhaustion and the pressure of his identity, it was easy for anyone to ask him for help and him to accept them. You, on the other hand, felt that it was getting out of hand and told him to say no at least a couple of times. Of course, the kind person AETHER is, he still went on a big mission that left you hanging for a whole month. Day by day you were left praying he would send word to you that he was doing alright—that he was alive, but nothing.

When he came back, it turns out he had gone to Inazuma and even Liyue’s Chasm! Of course, you were relieved, but you figured that it was too much.

For both of you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

When you turned around, you almost knew that he would not follow you.

How could he? When he knew as well that keeping this up would only hurt the two of you more.

Your chest felt heavy, every step you took carried al the weight you’ev had on your shoulders this whole time.

Of course, it was hard to leave. Who were you to think that this was the only way to lessen the pain?

You turn around not long after, only to find him running after you, even crashing you into an embrace that you could not have ever expected. By then, tears were already falling down your eyes without your permission—why does it feel so good? His warmth—it feels… calming.

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[idcallmyselfhuman]

just finished lyney's story quest. wow. yeah, okay, you guys were right. this man is in love. yep.

i think my favorite thing when it comes to genshin being so obvious about what they're implying is how hard they emphasize it. like they could have just left us to pick up the clues as to why lyney gave a rainbow rose specifically (especially after charlotte already explained what it meant at the start of the quest), but no, they just had to add a final scene to really say "THIS WAS INTENTIONAL. DON'T YOU DARE MISUNDERSTAND, THIS IS INTENTIONAL."

it's like that scene in moonlight merriment when they had paimon repeating xiao's name over and over without anything happening, but one call from aether made him appear immediately, all just to prove that xiao's promise was made just for aether.

it is simultaneously so funny and so charming.

#genshin impact #genshitpost #genshin impact aether #genshin aether #genshin lyney #genshin xiao #allaether #aether x everyone #aether x lyney #aether x xiao #lyneyther #xiaother #xiaoaether

[genderfluid-insomniac]

im ready to die im so scared and embarassed but if its alright with you (im sorry your rules not that detail so im not sure) but maybe you would be up to write a ns/fw drabble with merman Wanderer, Albedo or Aether(separate) ? either of them sound interesting honestly. but if its not your thing its alright.

Mermen!Wanderer, Mer!Albedo, and Mer!Aether (separately) x reader (NSFW)

Wanderer

The sounds of people talking at the beach tried creeping up into your mind but the sudden thrust of Wanderer’s cock stopped anything going on in your mind and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, cold violet scales rubbed against your inner thighs and smooth lips marking up your neck. Your lover kept a quick pace, vibrant lavender eyes flickered to you then to the public beach not even 30 feet away and his smile curved up into a smirk.

“Wanna be louder? Let other people enjoying their day know that you’ve been getting fucked like the slut you are.” The hand over your mouth did little to cover your moans and mewls being drawn out of you by every time his cock hit that one spot in your hole. One of his hands snaking down to play with your chest and trail down to pinch the sensitive spots of your body, his webbed hands and fin ears brushing against your skin and wetting them.

“How do you think your friends would feel if they knew your lover wasn’t abroad at a Scandinavian school studying history but a merman who takes pleasure in fucking you so hard you can’t even stand the next day.” Whispering those words into your ears and emphasizing each word with a harsh thrust, biting down on a soft part of your neck that was particularly sensitive, and grinning wildly as you squirmed and thrashed like fish in a net.

Albedo

Blackness was all you could see but feeling was a different story as your veins felt like they were lit on fire and your senses overwhelmed you as you ground your hips against your lover’s tail. His fingers played with your chest, desperately trying to get reactions out of you by twisting and sucking your nipples.

Heat spread through your body despite knowing you were underwater, the cold water ghosting your skin and feeling helpless with your hands and legs bound (as if being underwater wasn’t already a unique experience with the help of special seaweed Albedo got you). “Relax, my darling. You’ll get your release soon.” He flipped his fins so the light smooth fibers grazed over your bruises and sensitive skin, fluttering your eyes shut at the pleasurable sensation.

The lack only enhanced your sense of touch and the many orgasms you already had had taken a lot out of you but your body said otherwise. If only you could see the smirk and curious gaze you knew he had on his pale face, gold scales creeping on the edges of his cheek, and bright teal fins blushing when you begged for more.

Aether

Long blonde braided hair floats on top of the water and touches your thighs as the merman’s tongue laps at your hole greedily, humming contentedly whenever you grind yourself on his face and ignoring the ocean waves washing against his face. Using his tail to keep himself steady and arms circled around your waist so you would say where he wanted you to above water.

The clash of the cool sea water and his hot curling tongue in you shook your very core, trembling whenever you were just about to cum and Aether stopped eating you out only kissing your inner thighs. Locking eyes with you as if to say “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We aren’t done yet” and firmly gripping your ass, eliciting a moan to slip from your lips.

You went to open your mouth when your lover dove back in, tongue fucking your tightening hole and trailing one of his hands up to your chest to play with your nipples. Lost in your head in the haze of lust barely able to speak now that you were about to orgasm and crying out at the euphoria coursing through you, mentally thanking your lover for having strong enough tail muscles to keep you up and slipping into his grasp as he brought back into his arms.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x reader #albedo x you #aether genshin impact #aether x reader

[weirdmageddon]

aspects and platonic realism in homestuck

ruh roh im stoned again time to get uber philosophical more than i already am at baseline. i was thinking about this video again and man. i dont think people consider the aspects enough in terms of the fact that they are fundamental building blocks of the homestuck reality in the way that periodic elements and physics are to us. or even closer to what classical elements were to ancient greeks (hero of fire / hero of water / hero of aether). we see aspects not directly. we see objects directly but these objects are created from the influence of aspects.

some tangible things are closer to the “essence” of what falls into an aspect’s domain to define it. like a gust of wind or a breeze is a physical analogy for the aspect of breath. in homestuck’s reality, how breath manifests itself in a metanarrative sense is representing a functional plot-driven story. john’s liking for fast-paced action movies and worldbuilding with very little emphasis on relationships and characters. the beginning of homestuck in itself embodies much of the breath aspect in a narrative sense. the trolls are influenced by the blood aspect since their plot is moved by relationships, dramas, interpersonal dynamics rather than a primarily detached functional-driven plot like acts 1-4. from a metanarrative take, along with blood, breath represents how the author intends to tell or convey the story, if they choose elements that emphasize the detached (breath) or elements emphasizing connection (blood). the perpendicular axis to breath-blood is space-time, which metanarratively represents the setting and the events in the story. but these metanarrative manifestations of the aspects are just another imperfect angle to view their platonic essence in. each aspect dichotomy is like a different lens of thinking about reality through.

media tends to have some aspect dichotomy focus it thematically revolves around above all else. of course every media contains elements of all aspects. for example every narrative must have setting and events, which is why space and time are absolutely necessary.

the legend of zelda: breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom pull a lot of themes from the breath/blood dichotomy overall, and secondarily space and time. botw has story, gameplay, and themes drawing heavily from breath and space. totk in contrast has story, gameplay, and themes drawing heavily from blood and time.

gravity falls focuses heavily through the light/void dichotomy lens. with plot points all focusing heavily around knowledge and secrets, relevance and irrelevance. shining a light in a dark space, symbolism, clarity, and meaninglessness, confusion, obscuring truth (bill, society of the blind eye). even though all aspect dichotomies show up in all media recursively at metaphysical levels, breath and blood aren’t as dominant overall in gravity falls as it is for the latter i mentioned

“in the furthest ring, platonic forms are real. they are the base classes that paradox space builds reality out of. whereas modern physics breaks down reality into the physically irreducible, homestuck breaks down reality into what rose calls the “notionally irreducible”. and just as fundamental particles are to the periodic table of elements, aspects are to this system’s irreducible forms. the 12 aspects are the building blocks of thought, and where we, in our universe, might make a distinction between thought and reality, paradox space doesn’t seem very concerned. as we’ll see, homestuck wants us to convince us that our thoughts create the world around us, and the aspect system is just another way to work towards that goal.

in a traditional rpg, classes are about specialization and tools at your disposal. in zelda games, titles/classes such as “hero of time” or “hero of wind” is less as a specialization but more of a prophecy. it has no bearing on any quality of the game’s mechanics but instead is being used as a tool for the narrative. and it works; there’s a reason that cryptic prophecies are so widely used in storytelling. they foreshadow the rest of the story without giving it away and they give the reader/viewer/player a framework from which they can continuously place the story and its unfolding into perspective. in a zelda game, it’s even more effective because it is framing the player’s own actions making them feel like they’re a part of something bigger than themselves. in addition, it can be interpreted by the player as a challenge to them personally so that, in overcoming the challenge presented to them, they feel a sense of personal satisfaction at living up to the role. it’s one of many, many qualities that make zelda games feel epic and timeless.

homestuck, being a traditional narrative which involves a multiplayer game is able to take the best qualities of both the class system in an rpg and the titles of a zelda game and use those to create the class and aspect system.

characters playing the game are seemingly assigned a title just like in zelda. in fact, they sound identical to zelda. one might find themselves refered to as the “hero of doom” or a “hero of void”. like a zelda game, these describe the tools that the players will use to live up to their prophecized roles, except the tools in this sense are aspects.”

(Aspects and Platonic Realism in Homestuck)

that is, the tools in this sense are the fundamental building blocks of reality.

when a player is assigned an aspect, one even as abstract as “rage”, they are being assigned to be a servant of a fundamental property, force, or matter of reality. maid of rage (serving the platonic fundamental property of rage) would in our world be like, equivalent to a servant of electromagnetism. except with homestuck these are platonic forces

#homestuck #homestuck meta #stoner posting #classpect #hs

[connorsnothereeither]

You know what now that I’ve created a reputation for soundscaping somewhat, I wanna talk about the Brink Audiobooks-

Every chapter I have to hold myself back from making it like, fully immersive soundscaped with footsteps and clinking and sound effects because it would just take forever, BUT there are some elements which are soundscaped.

Notably, almost every chapters in Brink has 3 audio tracks. The narration, the music (which I’ll come back to) and the sound of thunderstorms. In Edge, this has gone up to 4: The narration, music, thunderstorms, and a crackling fireplace. Thematicallly, I want the audiobooks to feel like a scary story being read to you. I want that atmosphere was reading in a thunderstorm, curled up under a blanket or sitting beside a crackling fireplace. Since Edge is specifically the “Nether-coded” book of the series, the fireplace felt thematic to add here too.

There are some exceptions however. Not every chapter has the thunderstorm sounds: sometimes there are additional/substitutes. Chapters set on a train (such as Brink V) have the sound of a train instead. Brink XX has howling wind and slamming doors, as is appropriate for the atmosphere of the setting. And notably, any chapters in which there are gunshots, have gunshots, to emphasize the importance/danger within the story. Several chapters in Edge, because of the new locations, have additional sounds too. Ocie chapters, such as the prologue, or any set on boats, replace the thunderstorms with the sound of crashing waves. Galahad and Athena chapters replace the thunderstorms with dry winds and horses hooves, and there’s more to come still. And flashing forwards to the Border audiobook which is in early testing stages: Purgatory has nothing. No ambience at all. It is entirely empty…

Music is another big thing for me with the series. Each faction/realm within Brink gets its own “theme” collected from various royalty free artists and collections online:

Ominous Bane/The Overworld focused chapters use “Call of Cthulhu Dark Orchestral” by Graham Plowman, from the channel Cthulhu Mythos Music

Auspicious Boon/The End focused chapters use “From the Vaults of Miskatonic University” by Graham Plowman, from the channel Cthulhu Mythos Music

The Aether focused chapters likewise use “The Haunting” by Graham Plowman, from the channel Cthulhu Music Mythos.

Nature Fam based chapters tend to use “Reminiscence”, but Ólafur Arnalds and Sarah Ott

And lastly, as will be introduced in Edge when it’s released, Nether focused chapters use “Tumbleweed Texas” by Chris Haugen.

It gives each subplot of the story its own subtle but unique feel, and I really like the effect it gives. Barely noticeable, but really fun in my opinion.

And the same with the ambience. It gives it a really subtle level of difference and immersion that is barely noticeable, but that adds a ton to the experience of listening, and I genuinely believe that I’ve only gotten better with it over time moving into Edge.

#also like if people want to hear more about my music and soundscaping things I’d LOVE to yap about my music motifs for Ulysses and Virgil #I have such silly thoughts about those guys and the way I soundtrack their vods #fablesmp #fable smp #on the brink of scientific discovery #fable smp fanfic #fanfic

[ghoul-slime]

Can i offer you prompt 98 with Swiss & Phantom/Aeon please? They are just so made for getting in situations with eachother, you know?

Here you go! I was just dying to write some Swiss/Phantom, so I had a lot of fun with this one! They are definitely made for getting into situations with each other. Thanks for the prompt!

Have some Swiss/Phantom with a little bit of uniform kink, gratuitous use of corny pet names, and some very wet and nasty dirty talk.

For Phantom, the initial excitement of receiving his new uniform wore off quickly. Despite his insistence that everything fit just fine, Papa and Sister had insisted he see the ministry tailor to have the pants and sleeves hemmed. Sister demanded perfection and Papa had reassured the new ghoul that since he’d be practically living in the uniform, he was going to want it to fit just right.

Phantom bounced his head against the back of the couch in the common room and sighed, waiting for his turn to see the tailor. Aurora was in there now, apparently needing more than a few adjustments to her own uniform.

Phantom sighed again and tapped the toes of his shiny new boots against the floor. He still had to wait for Rain to get the knees on his uniform pants patched up and for Dew to have his helmet re-laced before it was his turn. He frowned. Nobody told him how much waiting around he would be doing as a band ghoul, and the tour hadn’t even started yet.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when a pair of legs appears in his field of vision. He looks up to find Swiss grinning down at him with his trademark toothy smile.

“Wow, lookin’ sharp there, bug,” Swiss whistles. “That uniform is doing you all sorts of favors.”

“Yeah?” Phantom grins back up at him, stretches his arms out and shimmies his shoulders, shaking the fringe of the epaulets. “Feels pretty cool. Finally a real part of the band now!” 

Swiss laughs and reaches out to ruffle his hair. He tilts his head. “What are you doin’ in here all by yourself though?”

Phantom shrugs. “Waiting my turn to have all this stuff fixed,” he holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers, showing Swiss how the sleeves reach past his palms. He rolls his eyes. “Bored though.”

Swiss reaches out for Phantom’s hands and pulls him up off the couch. He kisses the pads of his fingers before letting him go.

“Lemme get a good look at you in your new uniform, handsome thing,” Swiss asks and Phantom takes a step back, does a little turn, and lets Swiss take in the sight of him. He looks good, Swiss thinks, even if the sleeves are just a tad bit too long.

The rich, textured black fabric looks elegant draped across his lean body. The fit of the vest accentuates his slim waist, and the lacing at the seat of his pants draws attention to his cute little butt. Phantom can feel Swiss staring, and reaches back to swat at the laces dangling near his ass.

“These are weird though,” he laughs. “How the heck am I supposed to get myself in and out of these things all by myself?!” He throws an innocent look at Swiss over his shoulder and wiggles his hips.

Swiss laughs. He can see what kind of game Phantom is trying to play here.

“Well babydoll, I just so happen to have plenty of experience in this department,” he slings an arm around Phantom’s shoulder. “Want me to show you how it’s done? Maybe help alleviate some of that boredom while we're at it?” Swiss waggles his eyebrows to emphasize.

Phantom curls around, stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck. Leans up to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums in appreciation and deepens the kiss, reaches around to cup Phantom’s ass, squeezing him and pulling him flush against his hips.

Swiss moves to tug Phantom’s jacket off when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts their makeout session. It’s Aether, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”

Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”

“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”

“Yes mom,” Phantom answers, rolling his eyes. Aether contemplates them for a moment before turning back to the door with a sigh. Swiss blows him a kiss as Aether shuts the door behind himself, muttering something under his breath.

When Swiss turns back, Phantom practically pounces on him, eagerly kissing and licking his way into Swiss’ mouth, tugging him back by the shirt until he’s backing them up to the couch. Phantom plops himself down, reaching up to cup Swiss through his jeans, petting and pawing at him until the hard line of his cock presses against his zipper.

Phantom licks his lips and pops the button of Swiss’ jeans, dragging the zipper down to pet at his cock through his briefs. “Fuck me on the couch?” he offers, hopeful.

Swiss leans forward, threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair, lets him nuzzle his face against his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Anything you want,” he agrees. “Better make it quick though. Wouldn’t want Aether or Papa to find out. Get us both sent back to the pit before we even get out on the road.”

Phantom laughs, pulls the elastic waistband of Swiss’ boxers down, and leans in to lap at the tip of his dick, humming at the taste of it on his tongue and swallowing the whole of him down to the base. Swiss groans, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hair before he’s pulling back with a pop, wiping away the thread of saliva connecting his lips with the head of Swiss’ cock, looking pleased with himself.

Phantom flops down against the back of the couch and reaches for his belt buckle before Swiss is crowding back in, leaning over him and swatting his hands away, taking the belt into his own hands.

“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles. “Lemme do it. Gotta try and keep you as intact as possible here.” Phantom lets his hands fall to the side as Swiss unbuckles the belt, unfastens his pants, and pulls down the zipper. “Lift your butt,” Swiss asks and Phantom complies, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting up enough for Swiss to shimmy his pants and underwear down to around his thighs. Pushing them as far down as he can get them without untying the lacing down his legs.

Swiss lets his hands wander up Phantom’s chest, feeling the soft textured velvet of the vest, the cool metal of the buckles, reaches up to grasp at the fabric of the tie, pulling gently until their lips meet. Swiss kisses him deep, licking into his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs with his tongue, kisses him until he’s pulling sweet little whimpers and whines from between Phantom’s plush lips.

“Swiss,” Phantom whines, canting his hips up, bringing Swiss’ attention to his hard cock bobbing in the air, just starting to glisten at the tip. Phantom wraps a hand around himself and looks up at Swiss with big, pleading eyes.

“I got you baby,” Swiss spits into his hand, slicks himself up, and reaches for Phantom’s legs.

“Oh!” Phantom shouts, “Hang on just a second!” And then he’s flipping himself over to wriggle to the edge of the couch, pants bunched up between his thighs and bare ass on full display as he reaches in to rummage around between the couch cushions.

Swiss watches him for a moment, cringing inwardly when he notices the back of Phantom’s jacket is already starting to wrinkle. Phantom lets out a happy little chirp and turns back triumphantly, a tiny squeeze bottle of lube held up proudly in his hand. Swiss raises an eyebrow.

“Dew hides it in there,” he explains. “For when Aether rails him on the couch after their little date night movie marathons.” He makes air quotes with his fingers at the words “movie marathon.” Phantom frowns, considering it. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

Swiss holds his hand to his heart, “Our little secret.” And then Phantom is pressing the bottle into his hands and rearranging himself back on the couch, lazily stroking himself and grinning up at Swiss with a toothy, mischievous little smirk.

“Gimme your legs,” Swiss gestures at him with his fingers until Phantom is crowding himself down, lifting his legs, still bound together at the thighs by his pants, into Swiss’ waiting hands.

Swiss arranges him on the couch like that, both legs held into the air, thighs together and bent at the knee. He rests the backs of Phantom’s calves against his chest, lets the heels of his boots sit just at his shoulder. He looks down to admire the view he’s created for himself. 

Phantom squirms, becoming impatient. “Give it to me already, Swiss,” he whines. “Before Aether comes back to yell at us.”

Swiss smooths his hands down the soft skin of Phantom’s thighs before popping the cap to the lube and drizzling a thin stream directly onto his cock. He pumps himself a couple of times, smearing it around and getting himself nice and slicked up before smearing the rest across Phantom’s fluttering, waiting hole. 

He traces the pad of one finger around the rim before slipping inside, pulling a sweet little sigh from Phantom as he sinks in deep and fingers him. When he finishes, Swiss pulls his shirt off over his head, wipes his hands on it, and tosses it aside.

He lines the wet head of his cock up against Phantom’s entrance and pushes in. Phantom is tight, so tight, even more so with how Swiss has his legs pressed together, how his pants force his thighs shut as Swiss spears him on his cock.

Phantom reaches up to pull at one of his nipples as Swiss bottoms out and starts thrusting.

“You better not jizz all over my new uniform,” Phantom speaks up, breaking Swiss from his concentration.

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at Phantom’s blunt words. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then,” he answers. Thrusts in deep until he’s flush with the backs of Phantom’s thighs.

Phantom contemplates for a beat. “Good idea.” He nods his head resolutely. 

And then Swiss is fucking him in earnest, bouncing the fringe of his jacket with each thrust of his hips, hearing it swish against the fabric of the couch along with the wet slide of his cock pushing and pulling in and out of Phantom’s body. He grips Phantom’s legs, feeling the leather of his uniform boots and the laces of his pants beneath his palms as he folds him in half, fucks into him deeper.

After a moment he feels Phantom squirming again, struggling to find purchase on his elbows. Straining his neck as he tries to look past his own legs.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Swiss asks, slowing his thrusts.

Phantom clicks his tongue in annoyance, huffs out an irritated little breath. “You know I like seeing it go inside me,” he frowns. “Can’t see it with my legs in the way like this.” He squirms again, squeezing tight around Swiss’ cock as he struggles to sit up and cranes his neck.

Swiss inhales sharply at his words, knowing that yeah, Phantom really does like seeing himself penetrated. Always has them fucking next to a mirror, or folding his flexible little body to peer down at Swiss sliding inside him, or even handing Swiss his cell phone and demanding he record it for him to watch later.

“Sorry babydoll,” Swiss apologizes, picking up his pace again. “How about I tell you what I see back here. How pretty you look taking me all inside.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Phantom agrees, smiling and satisfied with that idea. “But you gotta tell me everything.”

Swiss licks his index finger, traces it around Phantom’s rim, feels where they’re connected together. “I see your wet, pink little hole, stretched so pretty and puffy around my cock. Swallowing me up.”

Swiss sees Phantom’s arm moving from behind his legs, jacking himself off to what he hears described.

Swiss pushes himself in. “I see the way you open up for me, so slick and easy, when I push in.” He glides his cock back out, glistening and wet, pulling out all the way to see Phantom’s hole gape and wink at him. “And I see how stretched open and fucked out you look when I pull out.”

Phantom groans, tosses his head back, jerks himself off faster. Swiss can feel he’s getting close, looking down at Phantom’s perfect little body, hears the way he whimpers and groans with each thrust, feels the way Phantom clutches and trembles around him as he describes everything he sees.

“Gonna cum, bug. You ready for it?”

Phantom nods his head frantically, tossing his hair around, letting the fringe of it fall over his eyes.

“Gotta hold it all inside for me, though. Can’t spill a single drop onto your nice, clean new uniform,” Swiss continues. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Phantom chokes out a cry and nods again, tugs himself off faster when Swiss cums deep inside him. Cries out as Swiss presses in flush against him, emptying himself inside Phantom’s tight little body. When he pulls out, Phantom’s hands fly to his hole, feeling himself clench around Swiss’ release, desperate not to let anything leak out.

Phantom lets out a quiet little oof when Swiss lets his legs down, feeling the blood rush back to his feet as he pants. His cock is red and kicking between his legs, dripping wet at the head and threatening to drip a glistening gob of pre down his shaft. 

Swiss can’t have that. Not when they’d done such a good job keeping Phantom and his new uniform nice and clean.

Swiss drops to his knees. Crawls up until he’s face to face with Phantom’s dripping cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Swiss purrs, “Now what do you say you finish down my throat and we get you put back together nice and neat and clean before anybody knows what we did?”

#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss x phantom #swiss x aeon #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

[dcawritings]

You're bewitched by the devil's lullaby Dance away in the dead of the night Hear the voices humming in your mind He will never let you out of sight

- Devil's Lullaby by Jim Yosef & Scarlett

It should burn.

The hands, the claws, the very touch should seep into your flesh like brimstone and fire, scorch through your still-white feathers like a dry thicket come alight by a sudden spark.

Every ounce of Grace still desperately singing in your blood should have long-since boiled away in the unyielding heat of Hell. And even then any denizen of the sinful Depths would see its blinding purity — and you as an extension — as nothing more than a beautiful, cloying drug promising the sweetest, most delectable high any immortal could experience.

You should be screaming in pain. Begging for mercy, praying for forgiveness, wishing and pleading for a swift end; anything other than the slow, painful drain of Grace that haunted the edges of stories told of the shadowy depths far beneath the aether of the cosmos.

And yet...

“Little thing,” a deep voice croons, low and steady while claws drag themselves through the nervous fluff of feathers that are your unkempt wings; it has been impossible to preen them properly yourself since falling over the edge of Heaven’s gates. “You’re thinkin’ a little too much again. Can see it on that pretty face.”

A second hand finds the curve of your chin and tugs it so your eyes lift and meet his.

They burn like coal, pupils white-hot and gaze burning hotter than anything you've ever seen before. Against the soft warmth of Heaven's skies, this demon lord's mere gaze is the center of a dying star, the very moment that its core implodes upon itself in a brilliant, horrible supernova.

You say nothing, but he knows he has your attention acutely.

He is Eclipse, after all, a member of the Circle of Seven and the namesake demon of Lust — who else is there for your focus to fall? It isn't like there's a more vibrant, attention-grabbing demon in his lavish mansion of a home after all. His visage is bright and hot and heavy; like a star made of lead.

It presses down over your shoulders like a heavy blanket.

"Sweet angel," he purrs, dragging those dagger-edged claws through the feathers covering your wings so gently that he manages only to pluck out the ones that are broken and loose.

Claws that can rip and tear through bone and flesh as easily as paper, claws that can maim and desecrate the floor with immortal blood with barely a glance if they so much as misspoke in earshot.

The same claws that should have burned you to ash the very moment he caught your limp, exhausted body as it had tumbled seemingly from Hell's dark sky.

The demon hums, cooing softly, "You'll burn yourself out thinkin' that hard, darling. No need for those silly. Little. Thoughts."

Eclipse emphasizes each word with a gentle tap to the tip of your nose, grinning wide and sharp with a maw of teeth that you know have ripped lesser demons apart.

You'd heard tales of Asmodeus, the official title given to the demon lord of lust, but you'd never imagine he would be like this. His body is tall and thin, face haloed by what seems to be a mockery of sunrays that glow a bright cherry red when he gets agitated. The flare of fire around his void-dark face was mostly at demons who prostrated themselves before him in the hope that he would offer them even a shred of his infernal power.

He never does.

Some are allowed to leave with a burning threat, while others are simply massacred on the spot; at least Eclipse has taken to using one of his massive hands to shield your eyes when he does it, quickly realizing the sight of shredded viscera bothered you deeply.

He spent hours consoling you after that first time, when all you can remember is the color of crimson staining the walls; that was also when the demon first started to call you his.

Never once did the dark, haunted stories of this terrible demon mention how gentle he can be. How his voice can feel like a soft breeze against your cheek and the half-remembered sound of home. How, when he soothes you with honeyed words, your body feels safe and warm and small and perfect—

"That's it," he coos, feeling you grow lax and loose against his chest again, wings unfolded so he could reach every inch from the base to the very tips. "Sweet little angel mine, you'll want for nothing if you just let me do all the hard thinking for you. Yes... Just relax, sleep. Sleeeeeep...."

You shouldn't feel so comforted by his words, his soothing touch, his burning hot presence pressing against you like a safety blanket.

His promises should be threats, his love should be loathing, his adoration should be the promise of pain and suffering — he should be supping from your Grace like a fine wine until nothing of you is left but a hollowed husk of a creature no longer welcome beyond the gilded embrace of Heaven's Gates.

So why do you feel safe?

"Sleep now," the words drift through the air like a promise. "Let go."

Eclipse may not be your kidnapper, but you are trapped all the same; a feeble bird in a burning cage, where the flames reaching between the bars threaten to blacken your feathers and rend every drop of heavenly light from your veins.

Can you even escape back to the holy light of Heaven? And, assuming that you even can eventually find a way back...

"Hush now, sweet one, and sleep for me. Don't fear for a moment, don't want for a thing — you're mine, after all."

... will you still want to leave?

"My beautiful little angel."

The warm embrace of unconsciousness had never felt so wonderful before.

So warm, so sweet, so addictingly perfect.

#writing #sfw #sfw ficlet #sfw drabble #eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fanon eclipse #fnaf dca #fnaf dca fandom #demon!AU #hell!AU #demon!Eclipse #Asmodeus!Eclipse #eclipse ficlet #eclipse drabble #drabble #ficlet #fnaf x reader #eclipse x reader #eclipse x y/n #very very loosely inspired by the lore of hazbin hotel #never seen the show but listened to fan music and the dca server went off with me on ideas sldfkjasdklf #angel!y/n #angel!reader

[nastylittleghouls]

Nepenthe(s)

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop, Mountain/Dewdrop

Rating: Teen

Words: about 2.1k  

Summary: Lucifer is more benevolent to his children than God. Dewdrop has always been a firm believer in that. That doesn‘t make existing without his mate any easier.

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, mentioned Drug use, religious lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, weed-induced weirdness about pre, implied disordered eating, unintentionally funny metaphors

Notes: Special thanks to @askingforthesun for allowing me to borrow elements of their fic (also MCD, be warned, but so good. Go read! ) and general lore so I could release this little thing into the wild. Hopefully, you won’t regret letting me into your sandbox. 😉 I recommend listening to the song I used as an intro during the second half of this fic (It'll be linked there) Unbeta‘ed as usual.

AO3 link for the so-inclined

You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death With shortness of breath You explained the infinite And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes - Saturn- Sleeping at last (or, Dewdrop reminiscing about Aether)

Plants behaving badly: murder and mayhem is playing on the TV. The still ongoing consequence of a shared joint, Mountain lamenting the lack of variety in his collection of carnivorous plants, and a turned too serious debate about which ghoul is the most alike to any of the aforementioned plants. Mountain can‘t let shit like this go. He has to be right and he’ll present proof. 

Therefore, sometimes things that happen in the greenhouse don’t stay in the greenhouse. They occupy the common room in the ghoul wing. 

Mountain has their enormous pack blanket wrapped around them both, Dew‘s head resting partly in his armpit and halfway on a pec, his legs across Mountain‘s thighs. Mountain’s hand is absentmindedly rubbing over a weirdly raised stitch on Dew‘s knee. Courtesy of Dew taking care of rubbed-through fabric himself.  It’s actually kind of nice to feel the thread pressing into his skin. 

Dew’s only half listening to Mountain explaining why this is his favorite documentary about carnivorous plants and how it‘ll show Dew why he‘s right.  His attention is a mess on a good day. If he's not holding his guitar or praying, his memory is even worse. Now the weed does the rest to scatter his mind all over the place. 

Mountain squeezes Dew a little too hard when the sundew finally makes an appearance. It’s uncomfortable. Even so, it helps Dew to fully focus on the right now. „See? That’s you!“

Dew narrows his eyes at the screen. He still doesn’t see his point. „And I repeat, the fuck? How?“

„With your pre. It‘s like, extra thick. Little pearls all over the red tip of your dick when you get all needy. Smells and tastes delicious. It’s a ghoul mouth trap“, Mountain emphasizes with a gesture at the screen, a dopey weed-induced grin on his face, barely managing to duck his head away when Dew half-heartedly swats at him. 

„You‘re a fly then, the way you always buzz around me despite the threat of certain death, begging for a taste.“ 

A faint blush appears on Mountain‘s cheeks and his eyes drop down between Dew‘s thighs, licking his lips. Intention clear. His nostrils flare to see if he can catch that sweet scent. If Dew‘s in the mood to indulge him. 

There is- nothing.  Not a hint of arousal.   Not even Dew’s natural smokey aroma. Yet, he’s not disappointed. The fact that Dew is here with him, willingly allows himself some mundane enjoyment, already feels like so much. 

Even more so when Mountain thinks about how often Rain had gone to the cathedral to check on him throughout the last months, how Mountain had found him earlier, sleeping surprisingly peacefully in the pew after missing yet another meal. His prayer beads wrapped so tightly around his hand that the indents were still faintly shimmering on his skin now. And Mountain had had enough. He had scooped him up and carried him into the greenhouse where this whole thing had started and now; it almost feels like a usual night before their world had been tipped upside down again. Almost. 

It’s a silver lining. 

„If anything, I‘m a bee. I only go for the tasty shit and sleep with the prettiest of flowers“, he counters, so confidently with his flat chest puffing out and everything, it‘s making Dew snort. That‘s truly his earth ghoul right here.  

“I can’t tell if you’re calling me pretty or just want to fuck your plants”, Dew teases with feigned thoughtfulness, flicking his fingers against the space between Mountain‘s eyebrows. It earns him a light pinch in the thigh and a mumbled: “fuck you”.

When the earth ghoul looks up again, he expects another snarky come back but Dew sends him a look that is not quite regretful but close to it. Dew’s hand moves up to pet Mountain’s hair, using it to pull him down to peck his lips. 

„Not tonight.'' 

Those words should sound like a raincheck. What Mountain hears is an apology when there shouldn’t be one. His love for Dew is not tied to conditions like Dew sharing his body with him. Now less than ever.  He wishes he had the means to let Dew know somehow without making a big deal out of it, for the fire ghouls sake, when he feels a small red rose bloom at the bottom of his horn, coming to his aid. He nods and leans in for another peck. Turns it into a proper kiss because he can and Dew lets him.  

„Another time,“ he agrees and plucks the rose with a small wince, tucking it safely behind Dew‘s ear, “my pretty flower”. 

The gesture makes Dew frown up at Mountain, and for a split second, it seems like the next swatting is imminent. Mountain would endure that and more. What matters is that Dew knows he is loved. But doesn’t happen. Dew just settles into his side again with a huff. 

Then the narrator moves on to another plant and the moment is over. „That Butterwort is Cumulus,“ Mountain states, in a tone that indicates he expects Dew to disagree again. Instead, Dew nods, agreeably, and even adds, „Aurora too.“

As soon as the credits roll, Dew untangles himself from Mountain’s arm and the blanket and slips to his feet, brushing his lips affectionately over the earth ghoul’s hairline and the base of his horns. His smile is weary when their eyes meet again.  

„Gonna hit the hay. Night, Evergreen“.

Mountain gives him a bewildered look but eagerly meets him halfway just the same when Dew moves in for a hug. It has Mountain holding him tighter than he probably should, his face tucked into Dew’s neck. He just missed this more than he had let himself think about and it feels too soon to lose it again. 

“Night, Lilypad. Don‘t let the bed bugs bite.”

He watches Dew walk out of the common room until he‘s out of the door and almost swallowed by the shadows in the hallway, his mind still mulling Dew’s words over. No one has called him Evergreen since….

Clarity hits him like a well-aimed sobering punch in the gut. The almost overwhelming feeling of nausea follows suit. It‘s here. The moment he dreaded, they all dreaded, may happen. In hindsight, the signs were blatant.  Dew not even trying to bargain with him about leaving the cathedral, the overly sudden surge in willingness to be social for such a long period of time when Dew had been shying away from it. All that combined with the missing natural scent, the most obvious one of them all, is unmistakable. A sure sign that fire ghouls are on the verge of leaving the physical plane of existence. 

All right in front of him. The very last one left from his old pack. Eventually, he will accept it as the honor that it is. Right now, he‘s reeling. 

He gives himself a mental shove and manages to call an „I love you. Sleep well“ after Dew just before he’s out of his sight.

Then his eyes turn back to the screen. Stares at it until his vision blurs. Stricken. Chest so tight he can barely breathe. His claws pierce through the thick fabric of his self-assigned greenhouse overall he hasn’t bothered to change out of yet. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself sitting on the couch right there, to not let his selfishness win to try to stop the inevitable. It’s not his right to interfere, if he even could, as painful as it is. As it will be, for a long time.

So he just sits there, helpless in his decision. 

A weeping willow. 

Dew ghosts through the corridors of the ministry, on a whim taking the long route to pass through the Ghouls' living quarters. The urge to hear their voices before he retreats to his hideaway is stronger than usual tonight. To lock another piece of each and every one of them once more into the respective places in his heart. 

There’s a thud behind one of the closed doors, followed by Swiss’ cackling. Aeon and Aurora complain about being bullied. That exasperated yet fond sigh? Cirrus. 

Rain‘s room is quiet except for the sound of running water. It draws Dew in so he pauses, lays both palms on the wooden door, and listens for a breath, maybe two. Sends a wave of affection Rain’s way before continuing his path. 

He can still hear Sunshine’s laughter, after their caused chaos went either according to plan or wonderfully wrong, when he passes her abandoned room, as faded in his memories as it is. He gives her door a little salute, not trusting himself to linger there. Knows that Cumulus finds solace in sitting in there for a while during this hour, singing to her lost ray of light. 

Treasures, all of them. 

He takes all of them up the stone stairs into the attic with him, the soles of his shoes scruffing over the sandy surface as he recites another prayer under his breath. As if to absolve himself for his absence in the pews. The beads around his neck feel heavier with each word, making him briefly consider turning around and visiting the cathedral for a second time today but he has to admit to himself that he wouldn’t be able to get far tonight. It’s late and the call of the stars promises a little more comfort.

Rain would be thrilled at that amount of self-reflection. 

The old oil lamp he grabbed on the way flickers as he lights up an incense stick with a press of his fingerpads, setting both up on the floor in front of him. 

After, he settles comfortably into Aether‘s old armchair, right in front of the window. Hidden amongst Aether’s other belongings that he couldn’t squirrel away into his own room, the stars in the night sky welcoming him back through the glass. One brighter than the others, brighter than Sirius he likes to think, his very own guiding light. 

Watching over him. Waiting for him. 

As he recounts the constellations to himself in soothing murmurs, he traces the scar on his palm, swallowing heavily when he reaches the end before lacing his fingers together. A sad imitation of what used to be Aether’s hand engulfing his. His mind shifts to the moments he had been curled in Aether‘s lap in this very chair and played idly with his hands. Twisting his rings up and down his fingers. Tickling his palm. Relishing in their size difference, their thrumming bond, and Aether’s pleased chuffs. At times, simply lost in sharing their respective tribes’ folklore, awed at each other's way with words. At others, well…

He needs it more than ever now. That certain kind of warmth. That fullness, first and foremost in his heart. 

He yearns for it with every fiber of his infernal being. 

To be home.

Dew sinks further into the chair and a forgotten sense of calm washes over him. No longer is that sob stuck behind his sternum that burned as hot as the unshed tears in his eyes. No longer does he feel the urge to fight it when his eyes fall shut on their own accord. Slowly. Unhurried.

The strange coldness, coming from deep down inside him and radiating through his bones like an ache, starts to dissolve. Imperceptible, his charred skin lightens and his scarred gills heal from the fire damage.  A gift of appreciation by the Prince for his unwavering devotion. Not only to the seven but to his mate as well. 

Unbidden, he remembers the last time Aether prepared morning soup for him, is sure he can taste the perfection on the back of his tongue, and for once it doesn’t twist his insides into knots. 

He is too tired. So very tired and giving in feels so right like nothing has for too long. 

His star in the sky flares up fleetingly, and Dewdrop smiles softly to himself, the first real smile in what seems like an eternity, when he feels familiar, weightless hands rest lovingly on his shoulders. His head tilts instinctively towards the touch, dipping slightly into the sun-faded brocade of the chair cushion beside him. The merest hint of Aether‘s scent, and the salt of tears still lingering in the fabric, fill his nose. 

His prayers are granted at last.

Above the stars, below the flames; finally reunited. 

The affirmation of love Dew hasn‘t uttered out loud since, leaves him with a long, blissful sigh. 

„I belong to you, my starlight“

Akin to a kiss, barely there, floats a caress over Dew’s lips, making good on a promise. 

“Oh, my Firefly….I adore you”

With his mate’s awaited response, Dew’s chest falls peacefully for the last time. The last glowing ember turns gray. His soul follows Aether’s into the night.

Home. 

#Aether Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Dewther #Aether/Dewdrop #Ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #Mountain/Dewdrop #MountainDew #nameless ghouls #Mountain/Dew #Mighty Feathers

[krugkorien]

Happy New Year everyone! Today I want to show you my main setting: the Divine World. It’s a dark fantasy world that combines both epic (gods, monsters, magic, saving the world) and mundane (death, decay, bigotry, oppression) aspects of the genre. Worldbuilding and lore is a very important part of DW, to a point where if I could write everything I want about DW it would be one of the biggest books in the history of mankind. But this is an introductory post, so I’ll try to keep it brief!

1. While I’m not going to get into any unpleasant details here let’s still get some trigger warnings out of the way first. As I said DW is dark fantasy, and it’s so dark that Marena came up with the name Macabre Fantasy in order to emphasize how dark DW is and how the aforementioned themes of death and decay play a huge role in it, as well as many other sensitive topics. Aside from what has been already mentioned there's also a lot of cruelty & violence (both interpersonal & socio-political) and also topical problems: sexism, nazism, colonialism, etc. All of this, of course, is not for the sake of being edgy, but to make a lot of important points.

2. The inhabitants of the Divine World are appropriately called Divine Humans [1], aka Homo Mirandum. While they look a lot like regular humans, there are a lot of differences between us and them! They have horns, claws, different hair textures and skin tones, three spinal cords instead of one and are also bigger than us: it depends on a lot of factors and the shortest men are actually not that big, being only 166 cm tall, but the tallest women can go up to 350 cm! And yes, you’ve read it correctly, women are taller! Divine sexual dimorphism is somewhat flipped compared to ours and Divine women are tall, muscular and hairy, while men are short, thin and mostly hairless. Meanwhile their voices are pretty similar and androgynous, and also have a metal (as in material not music) vibe to them.

Physically Divine humans are, for the lack of better word, monumental: they are strong, capable of surviving wounds that would kill a regular human ten times over, have a great memory, but are also stiff and slow, both physically & mentally, for physiological reasons as well simply because they can afford to be — their lifespans can be measured in multiple Earth centuries. However Divine humans rarely enjoy their longevity to its full extent. Outside dangers aside, their illnesses and disabilities are just as monumental as they are. For example, Divine albinism means fully transparent flesh which in turn means complete blindness and high vulnerability towards radiation (levels of which are very high on Mirabilis).

Divine souls are just as physical as anything else. They are also Aetheric in nature, and are another example of Divine sexual dimorphism: white souls belong to men and black to women (with rare exceptions). This plays a huge role in Divine society and became one of the reasons why most Divine societies are patriarchal: men, despite being physically weak, can literally mind-control women when needed. It doesn’t help that too much contact with an aether opposite to your soul can lead to death.

While Divine humans are technically the only race of Mirabilis, thanks to magic they can turn into many various creatures: Demons, Angels, Chorts (lesser Demons, roughly speaking), Bieses (lesser Chorts), Beatas, Vampires, Turnskins (Divine equivalent of werewolves), Beasts, Chimeras, Nocturnals, Urials, Cadavredaxes and so on, many of them having sub-types (for example vampires being living and undead).

4. Technology & society-wise Divine civilization can be compared to 19th century Earth: imperialism and nationalism are at their peak, proto-industrial society, recently invented trains & electricity. However Divine civilization also possesses traits more associated with our Middle Ages: religion being the most important social institute, no concept of humanism, plate armor & melee weapons still being main tools of war.

5. Like Divine humans themselves Mirabilis looks somewhat Earth-ish but is actually very different. For starters, when I say that DW is a dark and oppressive world I mean it a bit literally! Mirabilis has high atmospheric pressure (~8 higher than Earth), it’s a much colder and wetter planet, and most noticeably — it has no sun. Despite this, Mirabilis still has light and heat, even if not as much as we do, all that thanks to the White Aether (a very important magic substance) that fills the space around the planet. A Sun’s fire isn’t the only kind Mirabilis lacks — due to the low oxygen level of 15% fire simply cannot exist in normal conditions on Mirabilis.

If the word “normal” can even be used towards Mirabilis — all of the planet’s flora are technically mushrooms and much closer to the meat-side of things, so stuff like bleeding human-eating trees isn’t exactly shocking to Divine humans. Animals are technically the same as on Earth but with a huge caveat — their appearance is based on the medieval depictions of them which means animals like hyperagressive fishes with limbs, talking horses with human teeth, owls with human faces, giant non-arthropodic insects and so on.

While Mirabilis is bigger than Earth, it has only one continent that is sliced in half by the so-called Black Wall —an  impassable wall of Black Aether. The stories I write take place on the western half of the continent, and its inhabitants can’t just cross the ocean to explore the East because of the atrament — a deadly substance that fills the sea and is so dangerous only two western races out of twelve have any level of resistance to it.

The explorers of Mirabilis would be very upset about this if not for the Remnants, mysterious ruins that are both more ancient than anything they have ever seen yet more advanced than anything they could dream of. Exploring Remnants is an incredibly dangerous, often illegal job, but what’s that compared to a chance to learn more about the world? More materialistic folks are attracted by the artifacts that are capable of granting incredible miracles and, of course, even more incredible horrors.

And I think that’s pretty much it for the introductory post! From now on I’m going to repost the stuff I’ve previously posted on my Twitter before but now with all kinds of lore tidbits. There’s other projects we’ll talk about, especially Neon-23, Marena’s cyberpunk setting (that has a crossover with DW we made for fun!) but that’s it for now. Thank you for reading all this! And thanks to @goldporces & ippoteq @ Twitter for beta-reading this text!

[1] — In Russian I call them Дивнолюди, based on an archaic Russian word for “miracle” — диво. “Divine” is a very lucky translation because it sounds similar to the original word and also points at the, well, divine nature of the Divine Humans.

#worldbuilding #dark fantasy #divine world

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I reveal how I actually headcanon them personality wise. Below the cut.

Aether: Plays at being timid/submissive, but uses it to provoke bigger/wilder responses, because he likes seeing people go absolutely bonkers when he flips the switch and goes ham himself.

He enjoys instigating things and then letting the other person take over, because it’s that much more entertaining when he starts taking control again.

It’s like a cat showing its belly.

You were never in control of the situation.

An absolute nightmare when paired up with Swiss during trips to bars, because neither of them are playing around with the macho meathead bullshit.

Dewdrop: Fairly subdued overall, but he’s easily stirred up/teased into doing some crazy ass shit.

Definitely loves chaos and all it brings, though he’s not opposed to the idea of softness and a quiet day to himself.

More of a “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” type which often gets misread as him being aloof/cold for not always enjoying having company.

The friend who gives you a heartfelt pep talk, but calls you a little bitch (affectionate) at the end of it.

Side hug kinda guy.

Multi/Swiss: Buys fancy mixed drinks with his dinner and enjoys them without joking about it in that, “Aw, couldn’t they have given it to me in a different glass?” kind of way.

Not afraid to be vibrant and colorful in the way he acts or speaks, and encourages his friends to do the same and appreciate the good things in life without feeling a need to hide it.

Will make people argue in circles for hours if they try to give him a hard time.

“Yes, but if that were true, this-” 

He’s quite proud of it.

Rain: He’s a sweetheart, and genuinely quite sweet, but he will also do the weirdest shit knowing no one will believe it was him who did it. 

Never anything malicious though.

Unless you count biting.

Because I feel like Rain is the biter here, not any worse than Dewdrop, but he’s the type who waits until he sees an opening that will maximize reactions with minimal effort.

In short; “I would very much like to make you scream.”

Mountain: The guy who keeps you safe at a metal show by standing behind you the whole time like an ominous obelisk of a man. 

Resting bitch face to the max until he’s leaning down and asking if you’re gonna finish the rest of your donut and let’s out a slow, “Yoooo...” when you let him have it.

I cannot emphasize enough the slowness of the yo.

Would let you sleep in his bed... without him in it.

Teamed up with Rain, you are 1000% in for the weirdest adventures, and you’ll never be able to recreate the experience with anyone else.

Cumulus: An absolute sweetie, who could probably bench every member of the band with ease.

She’s the person who asks if she can try picking you up, and then proceeds to do so both emotionally and physically.

Lifts Cirrus all the time because she can.

Shows affection through hugs, kisses, and headbutts.

Mildly concussed?

Good.

Cirrus: Confident in who she is, and straightforward with how she thinks and feels, although she can often be a bit too blunt.

Joins Aether and Swiss in getting rude people to talk themselves into a corner in the best/worst way possible.

Has “You’re in her DMs, but I’m living in her head rent free.” energy and she knows it.

Sunshine: Gives off a playful and innocent air, but with an edge that indicates that that’s definitely not always the case.

Doesn’t play games when it comes to the safety of herself or her friends, and can go from joking around to deadly serious at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know why, but I can see her getting into a bar fight alongside the others if they saw someone being a dickhead, and would wear any bruises she gets from it as a badge of honor.

Has a solid punch, but you really have to look out for her legs, because she kicks like a horse and will knock your ass across the room.

#Lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

[kusuguricafe]

Down Bad for Wanderer

A/N: I finally did something with it hehe, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Lumine teaches Wanderer about tickling and shenanigans ensue

Characters: switches Wanderer and Lumine

“Hey, are you ticklish?” Lumine asked innocently.

“Ticklish?” Wanderer replied, perplexed.

“...You’re kidding, right?” Lumine asked.

“No, I’m not.”

Lumine put her hand on her chin. “You were never tickled as a kid? Aether and I had tickle fights all the ti—”

“It’s not like I had a childhood, you know. I was ‘born’ in this form.”

“Oh, right… Well, would you like to find out?” Lumine grinned.

The two of them had taken a trip to Mondstadt, as Lumine felt it appropriate to show the new anemo user around the City of Freedom. A feather had brushed up against the anemo boy’s neck whilst he was showing off some of his new combat skills, causing him to stumble backwards in the air a bit. This piqued the traveler’s curiosity.

“That depends,” Wanderer replied. “Can you give me some sort of explanation first? I’m not just going to let you trick me.”

“Of course. Let’s see… It’s sort of like, well, uhh…”

“Spit it out.”

“It’s hard to explain! If you touch certain areas in a specific way it uh, tingles? No, that's not right. It feels… funny. Most people find it annoying, but others really enjoy it. Ugh, can I just show you? I promise it won’t hurt.”

Wanderer narrowed his eyes.

“Pleeease!”

“Fiiine,” Wanderer rolled his eyes.

Lumine cheered a silent “Yes!” and began walking towards a nearby Statue of the Seven.

“We can go sit under that big oak tree,” Lumine pointed.

“Whatever you say.”

Lumine sat down in the shade of the tree and patted her lap. “You can sit here, if you want.”

“No way,” Wanderer said, taking a seat beside her instead.

“May I touch you?”

Wanderer paused for a moment. His expression changed from shock to worry to embarrassment in seconds. “Yes,” he finally said.

“Thank you,” Lumine smiled. “We can use a safeword, if that would make you more comfortable? How about… Dango?”

“O-okay.”

“Turn your back towards me, it’ll make it easier.”

Wanderer’s eyes widened.

“Aw, c’mon! You can trust me, right?”

He hesitated, then slowly faced the other way. Lumine took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him. He started.

“Hey! I never said you could hug mehehEEHEHEHEHEHE w-whaaAAhahahahaha!? Whawhahahat ahahare you d-dohohoing??”

“Tickling you!”

“W-well c-cut it ohout!!”

“You know the safeword if you actually want me to stop~”

Oh. Right. How had he already forgotten? He had been persuaded to agree to this somehow! It wasn’t that bad—er, well, actually…

“Ahahaha! It feels weheheird!!”

“Not bad though, right?”

“I d-don’t knohow!”

Lumine was scribbling her fingers across his tummy and up and down his sides, making him giggle. In an attempt to find a more sensitive spot, Lumine dug her fingers in between his ribs, but Wanderer slowly stopped laughing altogether.

“Eh? Not ticklish here?”

“A-am I supposed to be?”

“Most people are, but everyone’s different. Don’t worry abou—”

“Do you have any idea why?”

The hint of shame in Wanderer’s voice pained Lumine. “Well… People are generally more ticklish on areas of the body near important organs, or where there are a lot of nerves. It’s sort of like a defense mechanism, in a sense. Actually, now that I think about it, I suppose it would make sense for your ribs to not be ticklish, since you don’t need to breathe, and you don’t have a—”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Ah, I’m sorry! Let’s try a different spot. How aboout… Riiiiight… Here!”

Lumine emphasized “Here!” with a squeeze to Wanderer’s hips. He squeaked, and Lumine responded with more rapid squeezes.

“WAIT WAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA! TH-THAT’S SO MUCH MOHOHOHOHORE!!”

“Hehe, found a good spot, then?”

“YEAHAHAHA I GUESS!”

What a strange sensation! It was almost tortuous, the way Lumine’s nimble fingers wiggled around in just the right places… yet somehow pleasant at the same time?

“YOU’VE GOTTA STAHAHAAAP!! M-MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!”

“Aw, I think somebody likes this~”

“YOU SHUT UHUHUHUP!! YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THAT!”

“Oh, will I?” Lumine quickly grabbed Wanderer’s torso, pinning him down onto the grass, and changing positions so that she was now sat on top of his legs. Wanderer’s hat fell off and landed behind him. Lumine laughed mischievously.

“What the hell is wrong with yohOHOU! OHOHO ARCHONS HAHAAA NOHAHAHA TH-THAT’S SO BAHAHAADAHA!!”

Lumine was now expertly squeezing Wanderer’s thighs. “Jackpot!” she triumphed.

Wanderer was seemingly having a difficult time controlling his reactions now. His cheeks were bright red, he was wearing the widest smile Lumine had ever seen on him, and was pounding the ground with his fist while the other hand swat wildly at her.

“You look adorable—” Oops. Now it was Lumine’s turn to blush.

“I WHAHAHAHAT!?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Panicked, Lumine whipped around and grabbed hold of one of Wanderer’s sandals, taking it off and scratching underneath his toes.

“EEEK!! NONONO STAHAAAAPSTAPSTAPSTAP DANGO! DAHAHANGO!!”

She let go, but didn’t get off him just yet. Wanderer laid there panting for a moment before he was able to say anything.

Lumine wiped the nervous sweat off her forehead before turning back around to face him. “Have fun?” she asked.

“Get offa me, worm,” he ordered, but he couldn’t hide his slight grin.

“Oh, right.”

The two sat in silence, not-so-secretly enjoying each others’ presence.

Wanderer finally broke the silence, saying, “So… Can I do that to you?”

Lumine froze. It was only fair… “Uhm, sure! Go ahead.”

Wanderer scooched closer to her. He gently placed his hands on her waist. He had never touched her like this before. He flushed and, upon realizing he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, flushed even harder. He was avoiding eye contact. He gently squeezed her sides a few times. No reaction. Surely it can’t be that hard. He tried again, a bit firmer this time. Still no reaction. What gives?

“Am I doing it wro—” he cut himself off when he finally looked up to see her expression. Lumine was as flushed as he was, eyes squeezed shut, clearly not breathing.

“Oh. I see how it is.” Gaining some confidence back, he reached for her hips and tried his best to replicate what he had felt her do.

“WHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” the dam finally broke.

“I’ve got you now!”

“NAHAHAHAA!!” Lumine squealed.

He suddenly remembered what she had said earlier and began digging into her ribcage. She practically screeched, making Wanderer wince, as his thumbs dug into two small spots at the bottom of her ribcage.

“OHMIGOSH NOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Hehe, how d’you like it, huh?”

He was ruthless! But really, what did she expect?

Lumine reached out desperately for something, anything to help her, and she felt something soft on the grass. The feather from earlier! Thank Barbatos, the wind must have blown it over here! She grabbed it and brushed it up against Wanderer’s neck.

“EEHEHE!” Wanderer pulled back his hands in surprise. What was that?? The unbearable sensation appeared again, this time on his ear, and he burst into giggles.

“What the—stahahahahahap!” He covered his ears and closed his eyes, and then suddenly felt the sensation move to his toes.

“NOHO! LUMINE!!” he opened his eyes, catching the culprit red-handed.

Lumine responded with his signature taunt, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Why you… C’mere!”

“No!!” Lumine got up and sprinted as fast as she could away from him.

Wanderer caught up almost immediately, using his anemo boosters to fly after her at top speed. He tackled her to the ground, causing the two of them to roll down a hill a few feet. Lumine was already laughing as Wanderer pinned her wrists to the ground, straddling her. He experimentally scratched underneath her arms and—

“NONONONONOHOHOOOO! P-PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! LEHET GOHOHOO!!”

“Nuh-uh.” Wanderer was thrilled with his discovery.

Lumine would have said the safeword by now, but truthfully, she was having the time of her life. No one had tickled her like this in a long, long time. She’d missed it.

“What d’you have to say for yourself now, huh?”

“NOHOHOTHIHING!!”

“You’re tougher than I thought.”

Wanderer moved down her legs a little so that he could reach her thighs. Feeling bold, he slid his hands up her dress ever so slightly and skittered his fingers across her inner thighs.

“AAAAAAHAHAHA!! NOT THERE! NOT THAHAHAHAT!! NONONONO PLEASE PLEASE PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!!”

He felt like he could never get enough of the way she squirmed beneath him, but he was also quite embarrassed at the scale of the reaction he had caused. The sound of her bright laughter and the way she twitched under his touch…

“I CAN’T! I CAHAHAHAAAN’T! DANGO DANGO DAHAHANGOHOHOHO!!”

Wanderer snapped back to reality. He apologetically rubbed where he had been tickling, thinking it would maybe help to make the sensation go away.

“Stihill, still tihihickles!”

He pulled his hands away entirely.

“Thahahank yohou.”

He stood up and offered her a hand which she happily took.

“That was fun,” Lumine admitted. “Let’s go back and get your hat.”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

The pair walked back to the Statue. Lumine picked up Wanderer’s hat and put it back on for him.

“There you go,” she beamed.

“Thanks. And uh, thanks for showing me that. Tickling.”

“Haha, of course! I should get going now, so I’ll see you later, okay?”

Lumine snuck under Wanderer’s hat to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey, wha, you can’t just—!”

“Byeee!”

“Lumine! You get back here right now!”

“You’ll never take me alive!!”

#tickling #tickle fic #scaramouche #wanderer #lumine #traveler #scaralumi #lee!scaramouche #lee!wanderer #ler!scaramouche #ler!wanderer #lee!traveler #lee!lumine #ler!traveler #ler!lumine #genshin impact #princess scrawlings #this was extremely self-indulgent but I had to get it out of my system okay

[sugarmouchie]

౨ৎ cw. platonic. venti x reader. you are traveller but not lumine/aether. i used a website that summarizes the entire mond archon quest because i completely forget what happened LMFAOO. spoilers to fontaine archon quest, lmk if i missed anything <3

౨ৎ summary. you met venti by getting stuck into the mysterious world called teyvat. the only downside is that you were going to potentially leave everything behind if you wanted to leave this place so desperately.

౨ৎ wc. 1,689

after you, [name], the so-called fearless adventurer, got trapped within an odd situation with your now best friend venti, you never thought things would be the same.

...well, to start off, yes, you have gone through many adventures and met countless people, but this time, you found someone you believed was worthy of your time.

when you first got to teyvat, you've tried many different scenarios and thoughts rummaging through your mind but you couldn't fathom the idea that you were practically stuck here forever.

before you met venti, you met your side companion, paimon.

...

after the tragic run-through with that... lady, who somewhat reminded you of the small companion next to you, you couldn't help but stare at venti in agony.

quickly, he sensed something was off, and turned his head towards you, meeting your sorrowful eyes.

"...yes?"

"it's..." you begin to speak, "it's just that, i've been wondering where you have been all my life."

"awh! don't get all sappy on me now," venti loudly exclaims, his light-teal orbs widening and getting so up close to you for what ever reason.

you ran through hills, ran over hills, more plains than hills, honestly.

but you still couldn't fathom that the boy next to you has grown so fond of you...

...

outside the knights' headquarters, you found yourself with your small companion next to you while exploring the plains of the area you found yourself in.

quickly, you caught a glimpse of the green male who was currently running from you even though you told him you both weren't racing anymore.

furthermore, after about what seemed like thirty minutes or so, you noticed him running in front of the goth grand hotel.

"venti, seriously," you exclaimed, turning your head up a little to emphasize your annoyance even more.

“take this, please?” you sigh, handing him an envelope that sealed your heart’s content for your travel through this… world.

…

jeez, you got sleep paralysis again.

here you were, your mind not functioning probably after having just defeated one of the first harbingers so far.

you’ve experienced much less than this.

you’ve fought cicin mages, basically a nightmare.

never again.

however, just as you were waking up, your vision faded into a vignette.

you tried to get up, you can’t even fathom how the jade chamber already broke.

what made it even worse is that ningguang allowed you to stay in her jade chamber for a certain period of time because you had practically no where to stay for the time being throughout your trip of liyue.

however, after hours of convincing, you finally got keqing to allow you to stay with her and ganyu until then.

…well, until then, you’d already had been able to call liyue your home.

your weary mind still wasn’t functioning.

…

after months and almost years, you were finally in fontaine.

you were so out of breath from running to the latest trial to attend with neuvillette for a couple of days.

“according to the oratrice mecanique d’analyse cardinale,” neuvillette spoke, “laurence is…” he pauses once more, “…guilty.”

you noticed how his breath was shaky.

you also knew he was the type of judge to absolutely despise performing trials that led into executions.

however, you couldn’t help but think back to your era in mondstadt.

basically, if venti found someone committing a terrible crime, he would barely even do anything about it then run over to you to tell you all about what he saw.

“so… did you do anything about it?” you asked, raising a brow.

“well…” he pauses, “yes, but i couldn’t catch up to them.”

“…”

“…you have the ability to glide faster than anyone, what do you mean you couldn’t catch up to them?”

“uhm.”

“right.”

…

back to the present however, neuvillette was saying your name multiple times, trying to get you to activate the oratrice.

all of a sudden, you felt something nudge at your leg, which appeared to be his unnecessarily very loud cane.

“wha-!?” you yelped.

“sorry, yeah,” you sighed, finally activating the oratrice after neuvillette tried to get your attention for the past thirty minutes.

…

finally, the evening time.

you were resting in your dorm in the fortress, writing incoherent words onto the sheet in front of you because of how tired you were.

…

“it’s been over 100 years now,” you wrote onto the sheet of paper, trying to get your handwriting to be readable.

you were a traveler who defeated many bosses and enemies.

however, what always wandered through your mind was the day when rosalyne was defeated.

you still think back to the time you witnessed your green bard best friend getting knocked to the ground by her.

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

…and also the time when venti couldn’t control his dragon.

"one day, i'll come back," you continue writing, your hand softly drifting across the paper, some of the ink getting onto the side of your palm.

...

little did you know is that venti thought you already passed mortal life.

however, he was moving through and trying to get over you.

...

a decade later.

"the water here is quite... different," mona spoke out to you, her head turned down, her reflection right in front of her.

"what do you mean?" you turn to her, raising a brow.

"what i mean is that... you know the prophecy, yes?" she asked, her hand on her hip. "what... prophecy?"

"well, according to my scryglass and the people of fontaine's predictions, i feel as if you will not be able to make it out alive," mona speaks, her voice quieting down a little to not alert the other people where you two were standing, "unless you come back to mondstadt with me, that is," she whispered.

that's when your heart skipped a beat.

your mind drifted back to the time you once entered teyvat to be dragged towards mondstadt, your home town, practically.

not only that, but the most important part about mondstadt for you was... what was his name again?

fontaine...

fontaine was now your home town.

you could barely remember anything that happened back in the nation of anemo.

"are you not from fontaine, mona?" you suddenly blurt out, to which she has gotten caught off guard from.

"well, yes, i am, but..." she pauses, "this place is dangerous, to say the least," she continues, "wriothesley had already told you about the primordial sea water, yes?"

"but... furina..." you sigh.

"she'll be okay," mona quickly replies.

"how do you know?"

mona rolls her eyes at you.

...

after the prophecy was claimed false, you couldn't help but sigh again.

but why were you sighing?

"did you want to leave this place so bad, huh?" mona crosses her arms.

"wha- no!" you widen your eyes at her.

she giggles, "well, you have not seen that one guy in more than a century."

"who?" you asked.

"wait for me here," she smirks at you.

...

after a couple minutes, mona was right in front of you once more.

her overly enlarged scryglass made a 'thump' sound when she placed it front of your dormitory's bed.

"i will predict the past."

...

after a while, you suddenly heard mona let out a small gasp.

"what happened now?" you tease.

"a lot of people think you're..."

"...not here anymore."

...

"not... here anymore?" you ask in confusion, the abrupt silence for a couple minutes making you more worried than you were supposed to be, "mona..."

"well, in other words, your bard has not been receiving your little messages."

"what messa-"

"the messages you wrote ten years ago." she interrupts you.

"...didn't even let me finish."

"that's your concern, [name]?" she purses her lips, "seriously?" she rummages through your dormitory for a couple minutes before coming to a halt. "[name]," she finally speaks, "let me give you a hint."

"yes?"

"would you like to visit your once beloved nation once more?" she turns to you.

"well... teyvat is practically my home now, so i don't think so, no," you reply, not completely knowing what she means.

sigh.

"when are you going to realize?"

...

"today's the day of your release," wriothesley begins.

"you are aware that i was just doing this for an investigation, right?" you reply, trying not to laugh.

"i know, i'm just letting you know," he smirks.

that's when a plan popped up into mona's head.

you could practically see the lightbulb forming on her head like the cartoon shows, her eyes lighting up, widening.

"what is it now?" you stood up, standing in front of mona who still had her scryglass in front of her.

to say she was obsessed with it was an understatement.

"you're going to be able to see your friend real soon," she speaks, "and it's all because of me, so thank me later!"

she was more enthusiastic than usual, you have barely ever seen a time where mona was not as sassy as she was.

"but didn't you say he thinks that i'm not in teyvat anymore?" you asked, your mind forming into confusion.

"yes, but that's the surprise for you."

...

today was the day.

mona was... dazzling you up to say the least.

after having gotten out of your disgusting prison uniform, you felt rejuvenated.

in other words, mona was more excited than you were!

...

ah, here you were.

your... home.

you have never felt so nervous but excited at the same time.

it's been centuries since you have seen this smug bastard.

the one that- oh!

venti screamed.

your downturned head looked up quickly, to see the little guy right over the line of your personal space, to which he was inspecting you very closely as if you were something he has never seen before.

"uhm?" you clear your throat, backing up a little before venti smirked and embraced you into a hug.

...

after a few minutes- well, twenty minutes i should say, venti finally spoke.

"hi," he smirked once more.

...he was still the same little bastard like he was centuries ago.

@sugarmouchie do not copy/translate/repost my works on other platforms pleek <3

#valentine’s works 🎀 #venti x reader #platonic x reader #platonic #venti x you #venti x y/n #venti genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x y/n

[mirror-is-distured]

Aether is terrified of animals

Afraid?

Polyghouls [aether, dew, and rain] also mountian is there sorta

Dew and rain find a possum and aether is scared of it

100% sfw just kinda long

"dew, what is in your hands" aether asked

"Uhhh... nothing" dew said, turning his back to him.

Dew and rain had walked into the common room earlier, cooing over something he was holding and now they wouldn't let aether see.

"Thats it. Show me what you have or im taking it away" aether grumbled, rising from the couch and stomping over to the corner where dew and rain were huddled up. Rain whipped his head around and hissed, even though he knew it wouldn't make the taller ghoul back off. Without speaking, aether grabbed dews arms and shoved his hands apart

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" he screamed. Jumping back

"Possum" dew mumbled

"We found it in the garden. his name is buio and hes our son" rain added, reaching out to pet it's head

"Where the HELL did you get a possum what the fuck" aether growled

"The garden, rain just said that. Dumbass"

"Ok well put it back! That shit probably has rabies!" Aether yelled

Rain pouted at aether before turning back to fawn over the little ball of fluff.

"Nope. Nope nope nope get it OUT" aether said, reaching out to grab the possum

"Run?"

"Run."

Rain and dew took off, speeding out the door and down the hall with aether in toe, screaming about how it could have diseases or what if it bites them.

Both of them ran full speed into mountians room, rain slamming the door behind them and leaving aether outside, still going on and on about how bad if an idea this was.

"What-"

Mountian was cut off by the door smacking against the wall with a loud thud.

"THEY FOUND A FUCKING POSSUM"

"aether wants to take away our kid" rain whined, hiding dew and the baby behind him. "Hes so mean"

"Alright everyone out. Lets go get copia and see what he thinks of this"

"NO! Copia will make us put it back" rain hissed, still glaring at aether

"Good! Its a wild animal!"

"And you're a ghoul! What are you scared?" Dew teased, holding the fuzzy animal out towards aether like it was a sword.

"What?! No dont be ridiculous, its just a baby, it cant do anything... right?" Aether said, slowly backing away.

"Oooooh the big man is scared of a possum oooo~" dew mocked him, stepping closer.

It really was just a baby, couldn't be more than two weeks old. It's eyes twinkled and it had just the slightest bit of fuzz.

"I- im not scared of some dumb animal!"

Aether tried to sound like he was being genuine, but it sounded like more of a squeal

"Then prove it big man, pet. the. possum." The baby squeeked and wriggled in dews hand.

"I dont have to prove anything to you!"

"You big baby" rain giggled, reaching out to scratch under the animals chin. "Look at how cute it is! Its nothing to be afraid of"

"Im not afraid! Im very tough."

Aether said, taking another step back so that he was pressed against the wall.

"Yeah, if tough is being terrified of this" dew laughed, stepping forward to emphasize his words.

Aether yelped, looking the possum dead in the eyes. "Fine! Ill touch it if you shut up"

"Do it do it do it!" rain chanted over dews shoulder. With one trembling hand aether reached out, gently placing his hand onto the creatures head.

"Oh" he said, softly rustling it's fur. The possum purred, nuzzling itself further into his hand. "I- i guess its kind of cute.." he said.

"See? Its ok big guy" rain cooed "do you want to hold it?"

"No. Petting it is enough thanks..." aether said, drawing his hand back.

"Wait, were you actually scared?" Rain asked. Aether nodded, looking down. He almost seemed... ashamed?

"Oh honey, im sorry..." rain said, stepping forward and grabbing his face. "I didnt.. we didnt realize that"

"Yeah, im really sorry aeth" dew mumbled.

"Hey can yall lovebirds leave please, this is my room ya'know." Mountian grumbled.

"Oh shit sorry mount, we'll go" rain said, gathering up the others and shooing them out the door.

Walking back to the common room, rain grabbed aether's hand, gently interlocking their fingers.

"Im really sorry sweetheart, i didnt know.." he whispered

"Its... its fine" aether mumbled

"No its not" dew said, rounding the corner into the common room "I think theres a box in here somewhere, we can put it in there for now."

Rain grabbed a cardboard box and some blankets, trying to make a comfortable nest for the baby "there we go, put him in here" he said, holding the box out to dew, who put down the possum, who nuzzled into the soft plush almost immediately.

"There we go, its gone now big guy." Rain purred, putting the box onto the coffee table.

"Thank you.." aether mumbled, still stating at the floor.

"Come on baby, do you want to cuddle?" Dew cooed, slouching down into the couch.

Aether nodded grabbing rains hand and pulling him down onto the couch.

"Can we still keep it? I promise we wont even make you look at it if you dont want to." Rain asked, settling down into aethers lap.

"I think that would be ok.." he mumbled, resting his head on dews chest.

"Alright baby boy, just let us know if we ever do anything that makes uncomfortable" dew purred, playing with aethers hair. Aether nodded, yawning into dews shirt.

#ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghoul fluff supremacy #aether ghoul #we need more soft dew in this world #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #i love my babies #the band ghost #rain writes sometimes

[purity-town]

Been a little while since I last answered some asks, so -- replies below the cut!

Here ya go! Also tossed it in my sta.sh in case Tumblr crunches it.

Aha, don't worry, Chris! You'll get to experience plenty of horrors soon that'll validate your weird dreams!

All things considered, Chris is handling things pretty well right now, but I think he'd still accept a hug!

I whipped out my extensive comic collection (four of The Adventure Zone graphic novels) to get some inspiration for this! Those books tend to have a pretty basic back cover with a couple of the main/supporting characters tossed onto it, and I can see something similar working for Purity Town considering how many NPCs there are overall in the game (even though the number we've actually seen in the comic up to this point is much lower)!

:D Thanks for reading! I can't always manage to finish pages on time, but I do my best and I'm glad y'all're enjoying updates.

My first experience learning about the whole Guide/WoF thing was...I think a Stampy Cat video years before I even knew what Terraria really was. I assumed it was the scary final boss of the game, and didn't think anything more on it for half a decade. And then 1.4 came along and I got incredibly attached to the character. That's just how it goes!

For what it's worth, I will make the disclaimer: while I find it interesting to push characters and write how they react as they crack, at the end of the day, I do write happy endings. And there's plenty of room for more happy one-shots in the AO3 fic!

I kept the monsters in a sketch/low-detail/silhouetted style mostly to emphasize that Chris' dreams were strange and imprecise, but it was still cool to play around with monster designs a bit! Translating designs from the game version to comic characters can be weird because you need to account for the game expecting you to always see them from a particular angle -- the Wall of Flesh is the most extreme/obvious example of this. When we get to seeing more of Plantera proper I'll definitely have to brush up on my flower-drawing skills, haha.

I haven't actually built it out in a Terraria world proper! The world used in the blog header is a screenshot from the world I first beat the game in.

As far as a general description goes, the main town is located in a forest biome with the snowy-mountains-and-lake background. In the main area of town is the tavern and the nurse's clinic, plus the (now abandoned) clothier's store. Andrew also lives in the forest town, though slightly up-hill from it, so that he has to walk through some trees before he gets into the town square itself.

For the most part I imagine characters living in the biome they prefer in-game (with exceptions for those who like the Hallow), though the bulk of folks live in the Purity Town. The settlements in the other biomes are smaller, since having the pylons means you can go wherever you need to go for business quite easily.

Thanks! Terraria has some crazy lore once you start digging into it -- I think it'd be really cool to see "Zullie the Witch"-style lore deep dives just going ham on the minutiae of NPC interactions and Bestiary entries.

But in any case, getting to take all of that and work it into the comic here and there is good fun :D

Thank you!! I had a lot of fun with this chapter's cover, especially with the lighting and the border around the top. The Aether/shimmer stuff and the more glowy critters like faelings and prismatic lacewings are just such a delight to draw, haha.

#pt asks #not an update

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DARK AETHER STORY UPDATES

Shitting myself. Spoilers below

Okay so basically a new cutscene is out and wow do I gave feelings

The first thing is that Samantha is (likely) still in the Dark Aether. Requiem failed to save her and its safe to say that Weaver and Grey are the ones who didn't take it so well. Or maybe just Grey

Unless she found her own way out, she's still there. I think they're definitely pushing towards her being the Entity. A little predictable but I think Ava being Grey's daughter makes Samantha being the Entity more interesting (if she is)

If she's not the Entity there is definitely some sort of connection

Also, more possible hinting of Ava's (biological) parents

We already know Grey is Ava's birthmother. This could be hinting at Ava's other bio parent (I think it's more implying that her other parent was a part of Requiem, OR that the other parent is actually alive still)

I've seen ppl saying Carver was, and I see why bc he's in the image, but I feel like Carver isn't significant enough for it to really hit if he was the bio father. Like yeah, okay, much more interesting options than him

There's a part of me that feels like it's gonna be Ravenov bc the way he says it plus how he says "are" afterwards. It doesn't seem super likely but I wouldn't be surprised, ig??

I'm getting more and more convinced Ava is actually just the Greysam baby. Sam wasn't freed, but I do think maybe the Requiem members had actually gone in or made some brief contact. Long enough for Sam and Grey to do some crazy ass shit like this. Or Sam's DNA was used to make Ava in their brief meeting

And its not like it's impossible gene wise either. Rare, but not impossible

It could be sperm donation as well. Or maybe she's a test tube baby. Or the 2nd coming

If it's not hinting at the other parent (which isn't unlikely) it could also just be emphasizing who her birthmother is. Idk regardless I think there is a lot more to this part than meets the eye, and the scene itself is not just speaking about her adoptive parents

#cod zombies #mw3 zombies #ig ill tag everyone #ava jansen #dr elizabeth grey #samantha maxis #sergei ravenov #mackenzie carver #what the fuck is happening??