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zoe-oneesama · 4 months
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Some "Special" Girls! And the late girls.
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lilyvines · 8 months
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guiiay · 2 months
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live to love, love to live
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forlorn-crows · 9 months
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crow. babe. darling. my love.
do you know what i need? i need aeon and dew reluctantly being sweet. all the tension that's hung in the air between them dissolving as one of them sneaks into bed because being alone is too much right now, even if their only option is someone who (they think) hates them.
i know you know what i mean.
oh wow how convenient of an ask. would you look at that. and from my sweet darling mal. however could you have known what i wanted to write today. that is crazy (tee hee)
what is ALSO crazy is APPARENTLY @miasmaghoul and i, onCE AGAIN, have the same braincell and wrote basically the same fucking thing at the same fucking time. no, i literally told her nothing about what i was writing beyond "aeon/dew comfort somethin somethin", and she told me nothing about hers. love you bitch
a little bit of aeon/dew Feelings. breaking down walls and such. @waywardsamaritan inspired me to write them with their fic about dew bein all sweet to aeon.
iimagazh means 'little light' in ghoulish; word so graciously borrowed from mal's big lore brain
Dew flips around for what feels like the hundredth time, smushing his cheek into his pillow with more force than necessary. Sleep continues to slip through his claws like fine sand, leaving a heavy weight of . . . something in its wake. Maybe it’s just insomnia or uncomfortable bus bunks. Maybe it’s the pinprick of emptiness gnawing at the back of his brainstem, a feeling that situated itself there as soon as they left for tour.
He wishes Aether were here. To pull him close with those big, warm arms. Aid his addled mind. Kiss him on his hairline and lull him to sleep with a few well-placed waves of quintessence. 
But he’s not.
Instead, Dew stares across the aisle at Aeon’s sleeping form. His eyes roam over his back, bouncing between his wide shoulders. His chest rises and falls evenly in sleep. Lucky bastard, the fire ghoul thinks. Envious. He can almost feel the tug of Aeon’s magick from here, the tiniest tingling at the edges of his awareness. Dew can recognize it well enough, even if it’s not the same brand, so to speak. It’s more subtle than Aether’s, more demure. For as big as his presence is on stage, his magickal footprint is anything but. Aeon’s is more of a low hum, stuck in a tight aura around his vessel. It doesn’t quite warm a room like Aether’s, big in energy and personality as he is. But Dew’s caught the edge of his quintessence enough times to start to get familiar with its calm, yet electric spirals. 
It’s dangerously tempting now, even with their strained relationship. Dew clutches the pillow in his arms a little tighter, scoots closer to the edge of the bunk. He could crawl in with Mountain, as he’s done already so many nights prior. Tucked himself into his nest of long limbs, drawing close to the steady, grounding beat of his heart in his rumbling chest. Putting him as close as he can to their oldest bond. 
He’s just not Aether. And as much as he hates to admit it, he misses the calming touch of quintessence in general, not just from his mate. 
Dew feels vulnerable. Like his longing has cracked open a chasm in his chest and left him open. Wanting. 
His body is moving before his brain can ruminate any further. He slips down from his bunk, careful to avoid the creak of the built-in’s edge. Dew pads across the small aisle, standing dumbly in front of Aeon’s bunk. Breathing as quietly as his lungs will allow. 
Fuck it.
Deftly, the fire ghoul climbs over Aeon and into his bunk, nearly launching himself into the back wall in effort not to jostle the other ghoul. The quintessence ghoul grumbles a little at the dip in the mattress but doesn't fully wake. Dew situates himself close to his front, moving to curl his limbs into himself so as not to touch. Just enough to be close. 
"Hmm . . . iimagazh. . ." Aeon mumbles, pulling the fire ghoul to his chest and throwing a leg over his hips. The lisp of infernal language makes Dew’s breath hitch, let alone the way Aeon easily slots himself against his suddenly over-warm body and presses his nose against the crown of his head, right between the horns, and sighs heavily. 
This is not how this was supposed to go. He can’t know it’s Dew. There’s no reason to elicit such an intimate reaction from someone he’s barely even touched beyond a civil handshake. The fire ghoul holds his breath and wishes he could whisk himself back to his bunk. 
It only takes a few more moments before Aeon unsurprisingly stirs, brow furrowing as he no doubt inhales the scent of fresh shampoo and burnt spices. The quintessence ghoul lets out a confused chirp, shifting back to blink open his eyes and stare at the ghoul in his arms. 
Dew’s eyes are as wide as saucers, fingers curled weakly into Aeon’s sleep shirt. Aeon flicks his gaze all over, realization blooming across his cheeks in the form of a lilac blush, visible even in the dim of the bunk. 
“Uh.” He clears his throat weakly. “Thought you were ‘Rora,” Aeon mutters, avoiding Dew’s eyes in the dark. He moves to pull away, but Dew interrupts. 
“Is it . . . okay that I’m not?”
Aeon makes a small noise, a cross between surprise and disbelief. He hovers between too far and close enough, breaths as shallow as a rabbit’s. Something unreadable crosses his face, but eventually he relaxes a little. Tentatively rests a hand on Dew’s hip. “S-sure. It’s alright.”
“Okay.”
He’s not sure which of them moves first. But soon after he speaks the word they’re pressed together once more, skinny legs intertwined and Aeon’s arms holding him close. He’s surprisingly dense, if Dew had to choose a word for it. He’s not as big and soft as Aether—he’s closer to Dew’s own physique, with a dash of Rain’s height and limber joints. But there’s still a gentle edge to him, comforting in a different way—smells different too. Like the static in the air before a storm, like cool air and myrrh. Yet underneath the mark of quintessence is something else; sage, a hint of metallic tang, and the smell of sap that bursts from a freshly broken branch. Earthy. 
Dew doesn’t want to unpack how that makes him feel right now.
Silence passes between them, broken only by the shuffle of limbs, Mountain's snores from the bunk above, and the dull rumble of the tires on the road.
"Thought you hated me," Aeon whispers.
Dew sighs. Rubs his face into Aeon's shirt. "Don't hate you. M' sorry." 
A beat. Then: “I’m glad you don’t.” Dew lifts his head up, face now millimeters from Aeon’s, tips of their noses barely brushing. Copper eyes gaze into dark ashy brown ones, searching. The quintessence ghoul reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair back behind Dew’s horns, touch feather-light. And though Aeon’s gaze dips down to his mouth, almost imperceptibly, he only leans in to place a chaste kiss to his forehead before tucking his head back under his chin with a slow exhale. In a way, Dew’s thankful for that. He slips his arms around Aeon’s middle, shuffling as close as possible before allowing himself to close his eyes and release the last bit of tension still straightening his spine. 
Mountain’s the first one up in the morning, dropping down from his bunk with a soft thud. He’s met with the sight of the two lanky ghouls absolutely tangled up in each other in the same small bunk, Dew notably flung across Aeon’s torso and drooling onto his shoulder. The earth ghoul looks at them with amused shock, fondness tugging at his heart a little. 
“Oh ho ho, look what we have—” Swiss is immediately silenced by a well-deserved pillow smack from across the aisle. Mountain frowns at him, miming for the multi ghoul to shut his mouth. 
“Not a word,” he hisses. Mountain presses into his mind instead. That, the earth ghoul points to them, is the best sleep he has gotten this entire time. 
Swiss holds his hands up in surrender, smirk tugging at his lips. Okay, okay. I’ll let the gremlin and his new friend have their beauty sleep. 
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ravenssilver · 6 months
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part three of my unintentional, untitled aeon series
part one part two
now, 981 words of aeon being tired
Aeon was in the kitchen early one morning, his lilac eyes clouded with exhaustion.
He sipped some coffee. He had made it the way he had seen Mountain make it for Dew. He wasn’t sure if it liked it. It tasted burnt.
Though, since it was the same kind Dew liked, he had poured the lions share of the brew into another mug and set it by the coffeemaker with a little note for the fire ghoul.
Aeon sighed and set the mug down on the kitchen island, slouching in on himself as he slightly spun the barstool back and forth, lost in his thoughts as always.
He was starting to regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He felt it weighing him down like a cloud that was just barely too gray above him. Of course, Aeon didn’t regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He just wished it didn’t have to be so… well, exhausting, to hold onto someone else’s fatigue.
Aeon looked down into his coffee mug, sending a little bolt of quintessence into it, making the liquid ripple.
“Tommy?”
Aeon jolted in surprise and looked over his shoulder, seeing Aurora with some sort of string wrapped around her lower fang, wedged between the enlarged tooth and her lateral incisor.
“Hey… what’re you doing up so early?” Aeon asked, his voice soft as he held his hand out to Aurora. Aurora shuffled closer and took Aeon’s hand in hers, standing between his knees as he remained sat on the barstool.
“I was flossing, I think it’s called, and the string got wrapped around my fang. Lus and Cir are sleeping.. Can you help?” She asked, a bit awkward due to how little she had spoken to the ghoul who was summoned at the same time as her.
Aeon’s eyes saddened as he realized he was a last resort, even to his fellow summon buddy.
“Yeah..” he sighed with a nod, not even bothering to make some sort of halfhearted joke to lighten the mood.
He wasn’t even wanted by the ghoulette who he shared the most important day of his eternal life with.
Aeon gingerly grabbed the floss string and began unwrapping Aurora’s enlarged canine. His eyes were dull, the multi-ghoulette not being able to read anything off of Phantom.
“There.. better?” Aeon asked, sounding just as dull as he looked as he tossed the string of floss into the trash can. “Yeah. Thanks. Uh… yeah, bye.” Aurora mumbled before turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen.
Aeon followed her with his eyes before turning back to the kitchen island. He stared at the marble for a moment before he dropped his head down, sighing shakily as tears welled in his eyes from both the pain in his heart and the pain from his horns slamming against the marble.
His shoulders shook as silent sobs left him, his posture becoming even more curled in as his heart started to crack under the pressure, threatening to shatter into a million of cracked pieces.
Hours later, Dew walked into the kitchen, finding Aeon dead asleep at the island, his back curved in an uncomfortable looking way.
Rain walked in behind Dewdrop, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Aeon.
“Is he okay?” Rain asked softly, looking at Dew. The fire ghoul stared at Aeon for a moment before he shrugged, walking over to the coffee pot and brushing off the mug that was already there. Just Aeon leaving a mess.
“Seems fine to me.” He stated, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was practically screaming that something was wrong.
“Oh, don’t lie to yourself,” Rain huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. “Something’s been wrong since he was summoned. Why hasn’t he come to us..?” Rain frowned, looking at Aeon with sad eyes.
“Maybe he just doesn’t want to,” Dew shrugged, his ear flicking as his coffee began to brew. “It would be easier on all of us if he kept himself out of everything.” He grumbled, looking at Rain, only to see the water ghoul staring at the little quint.
“C’mon, Rain, he’s grown. He’d say something if something is really wrong.” Dew rolled his eyes, his tail flicking. “I really don’t see why you’ve suddenly gotten all worried.”
“He’s struggling, Dew.” Rain stated. “It’s so obvious. Did you hear what Swiss was telling Mount the other day? How desperate he was to do what Aeth’ used to-“
“Stop.”
Rain’s eyes widened and he looked at Dew, surprised by the sudden anger in his voice.
“He’s not Aether. He never will be.” Dew spat, glaring at Rain. “I know.” Rain nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I never said-“
“Well everyone seems to think that he can live up to was Aether was! Why am I the only one that sees that he’s nothing?” Dew snarled, Rain’s eyes widening before they narrowed.
“Dew, stop.”
“No, Rain! He won’t ever be what you all think he is!”
“Dew.”
“He’s just some replacement. Something to take up space until we can get someone good enough to be the pack Quintessence.”
“Dewdrop!”
“He’s a runt. It’s all he ever will be.”
The fire ghoul growled, turning to look at Rain, only to see a bleary eyed Aeon looking back at him, Rain standing off to the side with wide eyes.
A single tear rolled down Aeon’s face, his breathing shaky as all signs of hope or happiness quickly dissolved into despair.
Aeon snuffled and took a deep breath in before he nodded his head to the white mug that was by the coffee pot that had just started to pour Dew’s coffee.
“I made you some already.” Aeon said blandly, his voice shaky and so quiet Dew barely even heard him.
And then he was gone, leaving Dew caught off guard with a very angry Rain.
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weensysunshine · 5 months
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sometimes when you’re new to having a body, you gotta see what kinda crazy stuff it can do
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endopyre · 10 months
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I have spent some time with Aeon’s design and finally landed on a visualization of how he appears in my head. It took a little trouble shooting but now that we’ve had more content of him and now that he has a name that feels right to me the design was able to flow at last 🙏
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autumnblooms · 6 months
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“Baby boy”
We begin the great smutty long weekend with a little backseat Rain/Aeon from @chapel-of-rizztual ‘s fic that fucked me up in the best way~
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kairosvale · 1 month
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Happy Year of the Dragon!
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sophiasharp · 7 months
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I feel like the new Bug’s relationship with confidence is… complicated.
Because, on the one hand, fucking look at him on stage. Dude isn’t just playing, he’s performing. He exudes this natural sort of charm and ego, doing fancy tricks and striking poses to make the crowd go wild. It looks almost effortless, the way he slings around his guitar and plays to the crowd.
His interactions with the ghouls are much the same. On stage, at least, it looks effortless, you’d have thought he’d known the rest of the band his whole life. It’s almost as if there were never a time where he wasn’t there.
I would say the rest of the band feel this way as well about him; he’s blended in almost seamlessly into their pack. He’s friendly, polite, and always eager to help.
… maybe a little too eager.
Because his place in the pack isn’t just from sheer, easy charisma, just like his playing isn’t as effortless as it looks. It all requires an intense amount of practice and upkeep to maintain the fragile balance he’s struck within the pack, at least in his own mind.
It’s not an act, necessarily, but… well, it’s not NOT an act either. The new bug was summoned in a whirlwind, a race to summon a ghoul and train him up enough to perform on stage right before the start of tour. Adjusting to life on Earth is difficult for ghouls as is, especially when you’ve spent your life in the Pit as isolated as he had, and the shorter timespan before officially leaving the Abbey only added to the stress.
I don’t think he’d even seen a guitar before coming to the surface, much less known how to play, and the dude was handed one practically as soon as he was summoned and told to make it work. No one explained to him the elemental affiliation with instruments so the fact that he was able to pick up on it quickly, as far as he’s concerned, was completely up to dumb luck. He put back-breaking effort into perfecting his playing, ensuring the effort they’d gone to to bring him to the surface wasn’t wasted. It was a lot of pressure for a new summon to be under.
And that’s another thing; not only was he expected to become the new rhythm guitarist for a world—renowned band on the fly, but he was replacing a beloved member of the team, not only in the eyes of the public but in the eyes of his new pack as well. Sure, Aether isn’t completely gone, but he’s absent now for a great portion of the band’s time. For all intents and purposes, the new ghoul had taken the place of one of the pack’s most crucial members and was forced to figure out how to navigate this new position he was in.
So, just as he put everything he had into learning guitar, the new ghoul threw himself headlong into becoming what his pack needs: a safe space for Rain, a calming presence for Dew, a stress reliever for Mountain, someone to dote on for Cumulus, an extra pair of eyes and hands for Cirrus someone to confide in for Aurora. No matter what the situation, he’s become determined to be exactly what his new family needs when they need it. It’s hard to be replaceable when they need you, right?
Only he’s spent so long being what the others need that he’s neglected to truly be himself. He loves being helpful for his new family, but at the same time he’s never fully left the fight or flight panic of when he was first summoned. Everything is still so new to him all of the time and he just has to roll with the punches and hope it looks like he isn’t trying too hard to keep up. He has no idea who he is when he’s not being of service.
He’s so scared all the time of messing up, of not being enough, of being told his summoning was a mistake and that they’d be better off sending him back to Hell, but he’s got no one to share this anxiety with, not yet anyway. Sharing that amount of vulnerability requires an amount of trust that isn’t quite there yet with the rest of his pack.
Till then, the new bug is the epitome of the phrase “fake it till you make it,” and his hope is that maybe, if he fakes it for long enough, both his on and off-stage confidence will become real.
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thruflames · 8 months
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ghouls :)
buy me a coffee :)
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soracities · 11 months
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love the phrasing of this question but also v much obsessed with this family tree....bless you marine flatworm, beloved distant cousin 💙
(from "Octopus Time" by David Borkenhagen, Aeon)
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creeping-fig · 3 months
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Ghoul New Years party
The ghouls have a party that is intended to be just them and Papa (several siblings sucessfully infiltrate it by the countdown).
Aeon and Aurora film one of those videos that's like "who do you think is going to get the drunkest tonight" but instead asks everyone for their predictions about how the night will go.
The predictions are under the cut in the order they were recorded.
-> Aeon: Copia is going to end up in an orgy, Dew is going to be the drunkest, and Swiss is going to go down on someone by midnight.
-> Aurora: Cumulus is either going to kiss Cirrus, and it will be extremely nasty, or she's going to kiss Mountain and it will be the sweetest kiss you've ever seen.
-> Cirrus: Swiss, as is his tradition, is going to make someone cum right when the countdown ends. This year it's going to be Dew or Copia.
-> Mountain: Swiss is going to try, and fail, to go down on at least two people in the middle of the room. He will successfully seduce someone though.
-> Cumulus: Aeon and Aurora are going to kiss and it's going to be very sweet, but they are going be extremely wine drunk so it will be messy and not very graceful.
-> Dew: Mountain and Rain are going to end up tripping actual balls on one of Mountain's weird, cross-bred hallucinogenic plants he hides in the back of the greenhouse and will almost forget about the kiss. They will remember and kiss each other though.
-> Rain: Swiss is going to sneak in like 5 siblings and end up starting an abbey-wide orgy.
-> Swiss: Copia is going to be the drunkest, and is going to have to try and stop someone from hunting the siblings anyway.
-> Copia: Rain and Mountain are going to kiss, Aeon and Aurora are going to kiss, Swiss is going to be giving someone (probably Dew) head, and Cirrus and Cumulus are going to kiss. Also Swiss is going to be the drunkest.
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Aeon and Aurora are going to set up a camera and record the room so they can see which predictions are correct and which are incorrect. They edit the clips together and the footage of the countdown and include a list of every correct/incorrect prediction, which they show everyone in the common room on the 3rd.
The correct and incorrect predictions are...
Correct:
-> Swiss did go down on Dew and made him cum right when the countdown ended
-> Copia was the drunkest
-> Cumulus kissed Cirrus, and it was nasty
-> Aeon and Aurora did kiss, and they were very wine drunk
-> Rain and Mountain did end up tripping actual balls
-> Swiss did start sneaking in siblings and did start an abbey-wide orgy
-> Swiss did give Dew head
->Copia did have to stop Dew and Cirrus from hunting a couple siblings despite the fact that he was absolutely wasted
Incorrect:
-> Copia did not end up in an orgy, he fell asleep sitting on the kitchen floor leaning against a dishwasher
-> Dew was not the drunkest
-> Swiss did not fail in any of his attempts to go down on someone, because Dew was his first victim, and Dew is a slut
-> Rain and Mountain, despite being high out of their minds, did not forget about the New Years kiss. They were actually extremely focused on making it happen and stared at the countdown barely blinking for 6 minutes before it ended
-> Swiss was not the drunkest
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krscblw · 7 months
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aeon💜💜💜
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a-vivid-dreamer · 3 months
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Happy New Year everyone!
Enjoy a quick doodle of all my AU Yanqings together.
Featuring:
- Guiding Light (YQ can see ghosts)
- Untamable (Feral YQ)
- Taking Flight (Starskiff Pilot YQ)
- Forged Anew (Shard Sword Weapon Spirit YQ)
- Mirrored in Golden Frost (Roleswap)
- Sword’s Metronome (Time-Travel/Loop Fix-it)
- Aeon-Born (Aeon YQ)
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krsc2 · 7 months
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the ficlet by @st-danger about aeon in lingerie made me insane and i had to draw it, i hope that's okay!
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