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dandthegods · 1 year

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Limitless

The Gods are everywhere, you just have to look. They’re not trapped stagnant in the myths and stories, nor in the stale histories of cultures long past. Omnipresent in their own ways, the Gods can connect with anyone at any time.

Athena can be found walking the aisles of a Harvard library, in the study room with a first generation college student, or in between the cardboard pages of a child’s first board book. Knowledge isn’t limited to the elite or the privileged, and neither is Athena.

Apollo can be found in the galleries of prestigious art museums, in the bedroom of an aspiring anime artist, or in the imagination of a child scribbling with crayons. He is on the stage of a sold out stadium as well as in the back row of the cheapest seats. Art and creativity isn’t limited to those with influence or connections, and neither is Apollo.

Hephaestus can be found in the offices of any corporate building, under the machinery of a blue collar factory, or in the joy of a teenager as they receive their first paycheck. He is found in the Paralympics, boosting the athletes onward, and he is also sitting with the hospital and rehab rooms of those recently disabled. Hard work is not limited to anyone’s status or abilities, and neither is Hephaestus.

Aphrodite can be found on the covers of fashion magazines, in the dreams of an hopeful makeup artist, and in the playfulness of a child playing with their mother’s lipstick. Aphrodite can be in the appeal of sexy fishnets or the allure of a well tailored suit. Beauty and love are not limited to one’s gender or skills, and neither is Aphrodite.

Hermes can be found flying alongside the highest reaching airplanes, the fastest driving cars, and on a seat on public transit in rush hour. He is the luck that saves the lives of a vehicular accident, and the thrill in that first payment on a used car. Luck and speed are not limited to how far or how fancy your transportation can go, and neither is Hermes.

Zeus can be found behind the bench of a supreme court case, in the office of an overworked pubic defender, and in the thunderous laughter of a new father. He is in the welcoming smile of a stranger to those in need, and in the homeless being invited in. Justice and hospitality are not limited to one’s power or status, and neither is Zeus.

Hera can be found in a fabulous wedding with hundreds of guests, in the celebration of a long lasting marriage, or officiating the ceremony in a courthouse. She is in the “I love you”’s before bed, the hands held in the car after a first date, and in the hospital room of an elderly couple saying goodbye for the last time. Love is not limited to the length of one’s relationship, and neither is Hera.

Artemis can be found in the fields and forests of nature, in the calm breath of a hunter, or in the tears of grief for a lost pet. She is the courage in the voices fighting for respect and in the cheer of progress made. Equal treatment peace is not limited to those who hold the power, and neither is Artemis.

Hestia can be found in the jingle of a first-time homeowners’ new keys, in the shared dinner of a multi-generational home, or in the exhausted smile of a single parent. She is the warmth of a household and the love shared within its walls. Family and support is not limited to those you share blood with or in the size of your dwelling, and neither is Hestia.

Ares can be found in the measured steps of a solider over seas, in the joyous tears of a spouse when their loved one comes home, and in the flag wrapped around a coffin. He is in the voices of those calling for change, in the recovery rooms of the wounded, and in the minds of those struggling with trauma. Safety and wellness are not limited to one’s demographics and neither is Ares.

Hades can be found in the grief left behind after a death, in the weight of responsibility of leaders, and in the darkness of winter. He is with those who cry and fear for their lives, and in the scars left behind the pain can be too much. Loss and recovery is not limited to those strong enough to withstand it and neither is Hades.

Persephone can be found in the joy at the first warm day, in the love bridging distance between lovers, and in the will of those daring to strive for their dreams. She is the wonderment of a child at a honeybee, and the beauty found in the darkness. Energy and strength is not limited to the times of light and color, and neither is Persephone.

Demeter can be found in the engines of the machines in a field, in the bounty of a community garden harvest, and in the first sprouts of an amateur gardener. She is the change of the seasons and the rebirth of the new year. Change and plenty are not limited to those with capital or land, and neither is Demeter.

Dionysus can be found on the floats of a pride parade, in the movements pushing for equality, and in the bedroom of a closeted teenager. He is both the euphoria and dysphoria felt by some in their bodies, and in the community embracing those who feel lost. Rights and identity are not limited to those who one loves or how one looks, and neither is Dionysus.

Poseidon can be found on the decks of a ship in a storm, on the docks with a father teaching his son to fish, or in the serenity on a sandy beach. He is the joyful screams of children running from the waves and the persistence in one learning how to swim. Power and possibility is not limited to the oceans and or one’s skills, and neither is Poseidon.

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dreamgrlarchive · 7 months

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My Fav Bratz Collections

#PrettyHeiressDiaries: Doll Edition

how bratz dolls influenced my sense of style ☆

growing up a girly girl in the early two-thousands, i was obviously exposed to bratz dolls and bratz media. i loved unwrapping new dolls on my birthday or on christmas morning or watching my fav commercials over and over, then sketching the dolls and asking my family for clothes that look the ones they’re wearing. it’s really interesting to see how these dolls’ influence have stuck with me through adulthood. i decided to outline each and every little takeaway i carry in my signature look from my fav collections ❤︎︎

forever diamondz ❤︎︎

silver/ white gold detailing

diamondz

minks and fur

rhinestone lettering

black and white

ponytails with swoop bangs

princess ❤︎︎

fur trims and animal print

gold details

tiaras and pearls

lace details

girly charms

tweed and quilting

pampered pupz ❤︎︎

slogan tees

metallic details

fur trims

animal print

frou-frou

babydoll tops

ooh la-la ❤︎︎

bows

ribbons

sheer undergarments

half jackets

tweed

ruffles

pleated skirts

welcome to fabulous ❤︎︎

fur

leather

snakeskin

dangly pieces

fishnets

nighty-nite ❤︎︎

silk

pastel pink + black

marabou feathers

lace

bombshell aesthetics

#prettyheiressdiaries #my signature look #bratz #aesthetic #my posts

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 2 months

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Hot Takes:

Solar would look good in oversized hoodies with sweater paws.

Ruin would look cute in the 'I killed my husband' robe.

Eclipse being edgy in a fishnet shirt and a skirt.

Moon would rock a miniskirt skirt with a slit.

Sun would look cute in thigh-high socks.

Earth would look fabulous in a pastel pink pantsuit.

Lunar would be adorable in a fluffy dress.

Frank in a long mermaid-style formal evening dress

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf solar #fnaf ruin eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf earth #fnaf lunar #fnaf frank #friendly hot takes #for once #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #tw death mention

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Hob is a fanfic writer, and Dream is a fanart artist. They get paired together in a fandom Big Bang (I haven't a clue as to what fandom), which leads to them eventually meeting in person.

I tend to think of Hob and Dream being genderfluid and wearing fabulous clothes when they meet... and fabulous underthings.

Aakajajajah since we recently had the centennial husbands big bang, this feels very appropriate! (Reminder to check out all the wonderful art and fics is you haven't already done so!)

I'm tempted to say that Dream and Hob would both be in the Good Omens fandom. I think ineffable husbands would definitely appeal to both of them, and it's rather funny to imagine Neil's characters reading about... Neil's characters. Anyway, they're paired up for a bang and find out that they live in the same city (London) - not only that, they're in the same borough. It seems only logical to meet up at a local park - there's a nice pub nearby, and it's a public area with plenty of people around. Dream can hear his sister's voice saying "don't meet up with a random Internet weirdo!" in his head, but he goes along anyway.

Hob is dress in a long brown skirt with pleats and ruffles, a burgundy knitted jumper, and big sturdy walking boots. He's also covered in gold jewelry, and has several piercings (maybe more, under the clothes...). Dream is immediately in love. He's wearing his own cute ensemble of fishnets, tiny denim shorts, a huge oversized black hoodie, and so much eyeliner. The vibes between them are immaculate.

Later in the pub's bathroom, Hob hitches up his skirt and lets Dream touch the garter strapped around his thigh. If he's very good, he'll get to touch much more when they get home. They've got a big bang to work on, and Hob wants to gather as much real world experience with Dream as he can before he writes the smut scene...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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6cunning6linguist6 · 24 days

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Daniella Chavez

#drop dead gorgeous #daniella chavez #truly scrumptious #fabulous in fishnets

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satans-knitwear · 18 days

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I did remember it was a Friday!!! So, fishnet.

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

#I love these tights and this bodysuit. I have such fabulous taste. These will always be some of my go-to pieces for fun pics #Fishnet Friday #Happy fishnet Friday to all those who may celebrate ✨#Congratulations on surviving the week my loves. It's been a rough one here but we made it.#satans knitwear #girls with piercings #alt pinup #pinup girl #pretty lingerie #Fishnet tights #cheeky #Black strappy lingerie #My tumtum contains much fruity cider and cheesy garlic bread. So thats a Friday evening well spent.

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feirceangel · 5 months

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Imagine | Gifts (Nico Robin)

Imagine getting Robin a gift and she returns the favour.

Warnings: fluff, hugs, kisses

Word Count: 1,310

(Not my gif!)

Days on the Thousand Sunny could be very peaceful when the weather was right and the sea was calm. With the sun shining brightly and everyone done their chores, it’s wonderful to have some downtime.

You could always find Zoro napping somewhere next to a bottle of sake, Sanji in the kitchen, Franky tinkering away in his workshop.. you get the point.

Right now, it’s looking like a peaceful day. But you can’t seem to rest, your eyes glued to the figure of Robin as she sits and peruses the latest newspaper.

Not in a creepy way, of course! You just happened to notice her seated on deck, sipping some tea. And you just couldn’t seem to look away.

She’s wearing a lovely purple dress with a lace collar and black fishnet stockings. Sanji’s already peppered her with compliments, and you agreed with him wholeheartedly.

Clutched tightly in your hand is a book. It’s one you picked up at the last island in a rickety old bookstore. You had merely glanced at it but something made you revisit it and realize that it looked very interesting.

It was a very old book on the history of the island, and you knew just who you would buy it for. The only problem is you haven’t given it to her yet.

You’re nervous.

Sure, you’re both part of the crew, and you get along fabulously, but you can’t stop feeling slightly intimidated by her. She so accomplished and educated, and you’re, well, you’re smart and you have skills, but it’s nothing compared to her.

Often, on calm days like this, you sit with Robin and read next to her. That’s a nothing thing you have in common: books.

You love books! In fact, you used to work in a library before you ran into Luffy and became a pirate. Robin loves reading too, so it’s something you do together.

It’s serene to just be next to her, enjoying your own book as you share the same space on the ship.

What if she doesn’t like the book?

A sudden tap on your shoulder startled you. You yelp and turn to face whoever poked you.

A hand waves at you from the railing you were leaning against and then points to where you were staring.

Your eyes meet Nico Robin’s as she smiles knowingly. She motions for you to come over to her.

So you do.

Shaking the nervousness away, you slowly walk over to the table and sit next to her.

“You were staring,” she glances at you over the newspaper.

You duck your head in embarrassment, “Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s alright, Y/n. I was wondering why you were taking so long to come see me.”

Deciding to just go for it, you place the book on the table and push it in front of her. She sets down the paper and picks up the old tome. Casting a smile at you, she flips to the first page, “What is this?”

“It’s for you! I wanted to give you something and I thought you’d like this,” you blabber. “It’s the complete history of the last island we were on. I can get rid of it if you don’t like it-“

You’re silenced by a finger pressing against your lips in a shushing gesture. Surprised, you blink.

Robin gently sets the book down and leans towards you.

“Thank you, Y/n. Anything you get me is a treasure,” she smiles and presses her lips to your cheek. “You don’t have to worry.”

You can’t stop the heat from rising to your face. Shoving away from the table, you grin and wave your arms about.

“I hope you enjoy it! I have to go now, I promised Luffy I’d help him!”

She watches you run away, bumping into a confused Luffy in the process.

“Cute,” she hums as she watches you dash away.

There are days which are not so calm.

Gone is the tranquillity of the sea, the beauty of peace.

Instead, you’re facing down a battle you weren’t prepared for.

This island had seemed alright and Luffy gave the okay to go explore/gather supplies right away. So, you bustled off, enjoying the scenery and trying to find anything helpful for the rest of the crew.

What you found was in fact not helpful.

A small child, sobbing as a man attacked his mother with harsh slaps.

You jumped in without hesitation, punching the man in his stupidly smug face before yelling at the lady and her kid to get lost.

To your relief, they left without problem.

To your irritation, more men approached and it turned the odds against you. There were five of them altogether and normally, you’d be alright to handle them, but you weren’t prepared and foolishly left your weapon on the Sunny.

As you dodge a blow from the first man, you berate yourself for being a forgetful idiot.

“Seis Fleur!” The sound of a melodious voice cuts through the noise surrounding you.

You look up from elbowing a man twice your size to see Robin glaring at your attackers. She is brutally efficient, taking down three of the men in no time.

Kicking the man who you were fighting, you grin as he collapses to the dirt. Robin takes out the last man and you rush over to her with a huge grin.

“Robin! Thank you so much, I was sure I was in for a beating,” you laugh.

Your jolly mood dissipate as you register the fact that she’s not smiling.

“Robin?”

“Y/n, are you okay?” She looks you over for any wounds.

“Oh yeah, I dodged all his attacks! And you showed up right in time!”

You spin around, “See? Right as rain.”

She steadies you by planting her hands on your shoulders, “You could’ve been hurt, where is your weapon?”

Wincing, you scratch the back of your head.

“Y/n,” she says again.

“Well you see, I was so excited to get off the ship, I might’ve forgotten to take my weapon?”

She sighs and shakes her head, reaching her arms around you to bring you into an embrace. You hug her back, heart thumping loudly.

“I, I’m sorry, Robin,” you say, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

She slides her hand over your hair, somehow tightening her hold on you.

“Say, how’d you know I needed help?” You ask, puzzled.

She pulls away from you with a sly smile, “I actually just wanted to talk to you.”

“Really? Talk about great timing!”

“Here,” she takes your hand and places something in it. “I wanted to give you this.”

You stare at her in awe. Her eyes sparkle with mirth now that the threat to your health has been dealt with.

Looking down at your hand, you find a beautiful necklace. It has a sturdy chain that supports a pendant of an open book inlaid with a purple jewel.

You gasp, “Robin! It’s beautiful.”

“I couldn’t resist, it reminded me of you.”

“This reminded you of me?” You ask in disbelief, “But it’s so gorgeous!”

“As are you, silly.”

She takes the necklace and moves your hair from your neck to place it on you.

You stiffen as you feel her hands move against your neck. She huffs a laugh and leans in close. So close that you can feel her breath on your neck.

She places her lips on your neck, “You deserve this, and so much more.”

You turn once she draws back.

“I love you Robin,” you smile, wrapping your arms around her.

“I love you too, so be more careful.”

She presses a kiss to your head, you tilt your head upwards so that your lips catch hers.

“I’ll be careful.”

“And don’t leave the ship without a weapon or without me.”

#female reader #imagine #reader insert #x reader #fanfic #fluff #one piece #one piece x reader #nico robin #nico robin x reader #robin x reader #robin op #op x reader #one piece reader insert #one shot

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crabbng · 11 months

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Here are all the characters from my webcomic color wheel

Hana! my guy. whatever. you know him. NEXT

Tovio from https://ingress-comic.com by @kayartics he's a sad dad. i think the sadness and dadness are mostly unrelated. he knows a hot, evil woman which is good (for me, not for him). does cool magic. i'm pretty sure he's like.. cursed. but i'm sure it'll work out.

Pavel from https://phantomarine.com by @phantomarine sweet boy on a ghost ship full of ghost adults. he's more emotionally intelligent than them all, save for like.. two. maybe. head got chomped, it's fine. phanto is in the final days of its KS, [check it]

Yanell from http://sombulus.com by @delphina2k cool and competent. notable for being the most beautiful and smart person in sombulus world (as voted on by me). she also likes collecting rocks and that's so valid of her. SHE'S GOT WINGS!

Val from https://thunderstryke.thecomicseries.com by @socksofargyle just read this one! she's got 1) bow and arrows, 2) black scleras, 3) cool action moves, 4) is a nerd 5) in space. all good things. it seems like she's in pretty constant peril but she did agree to it so at this point it's on her

The Doll from https://heirsoftheveil.com by @tentacledeity she's an evil doll, but listen. hear me out. very fabulous. well, i don't know that she's EVIL, but she's very weird and mean. idk, i think there's more to her but MORE THAN ANYTHING.. she's fab.

Kate Blast from.. you'll never guess it.. https://kateblast.com by @renieplayerone the cranky magic girl of our dreams. fishnets and combat boots like, yes. her mission... to smack catboys with a bat. and i think we can all respect that.

Ida from https://conjuringcutlasses.com by @niccitrus an angel with a pink sword and pink sword ghost. taste. and you know- YOU!! KNOW!!!! were she not here, ren would not have that goody goody influence and she would be SAD!!!!! and also probably an asshole. i want to know her dreams.

#webcomics #kings of sorts #ingress adventuring co #phantomarine #sombulus #thunderstryke #heirs of the veil #kate blast #conjuring cutlasses #draws

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sovaghoul · 9 months

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I wrote this before I routinely called him Dew. So when you read "Fire," that's Dew. He and Æther also have a different dynamic here than in other fics of mine. Also my Rain always thinks/speaks/writes in lowercase except for proper names. The line about the cat out of the bag directly quoted from a tweet by Chris Catalyst. AO3 link at the end.

Oh You Are Looking Good

Cumulus and Sunshine make a discovery about Æther, and provide him comfort and encouragement. Eventually, all the other Ghouls do too. Especially Fire.

Word count: 2,720

Tags: Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Cute, Sweet, Polyamorous Ghouls, Crossdressing, Makeover, Insecurity, Comfort, Friendship/Love, Platonic Relationships (are they really though?), UST if you want to read it that way, tactile comfort, Scents are comforting, Each Ghoul has a unique scent, Sensory Comfort

"Sunny. What's...What's this??"

Cumulus held up an outfit on a hanger from Æther's closet, a long-sleeved black hooded crop-top, paired with an ankle-length flowy skirt, also black, with two dramatic slits nearly up to the waist. Also strewn over the crossbar of the hanger was a pair of black fishnet stockings.

"Is this Cirrus'? No, the size is wrong. I mean I like it, but..." Her eyes went wide as she snapped her head up to her best friend, and in a stage whisper asked, "Is this actually Æth's???"

The pair had snuck into Æther's room in search of hoodies. It was Winter, and there was a chill in the air, even inside, and Ghouls from Hell are ill-equipped for such conditions. They'd went for Æther's things because his would be big and comfy on the two of them, being short and compact as they were. Fire would be the only one of the group to never get cold, so his closet would be useless. Also, he and Rain and Swiss and Mountain were all too slender for the kind of bulkiness they were looking for. So they were positive they'd find something in Æther's room.

And they sure had.

Sunshine couldn't help a giggle. "I think it must be! It wouldn't fit anyone else. Do you think...does he like to...??"

"I kind of hope so!" Cumulus was starting to feel giddy too. "Wouldn't he just look so--"

"So what? ...Oh, oh no..." The girls spun towards the door when Æther spoke. He'd frozen on the spot, seeing that get-up in Cumulus' hands. A blush spread from under his collar up to his hair line, and tears pricked his eyes. "Well. I suppose that’s that particular cat out of the bag."

His voice had turned so quiet and small, it hardly sounded like their favorite teddy bear of a Ghoul. Immediately the girls sprang back to being animated.

"Nooooo, Æth," crooned Sunshine, crossing the room to him. "Sweetie I was just thinking how FABULOUS you must look in this!!"

Cumulus was right behind her. "Me too, Æther! You didn't hear me say I HOPED this was yours!"

Shocked by the positive attention, he stammered out his words. "I--I've never t-told or shown anyone. It-it was just...just something for me...I'm such a big guy, and everyone else is... Just sometimes I wanted to...wanted to feel.......pretty..."

It was Sunshine's turn to get teary as he trailed off. "Oh, Æther!" She jumped up to put her arms around his neck. He caught her and squeezed around her waist. For a moment they nuzzled into the crooks of each other's necks, settling into the comfort of affection. She took a deep breath through her nose, scenting past his light cologne right down to just him. Words couldn't explain how she knew Quintessence energy smelled of cosmos, some combination of ozone, incense, and cold, but it was always the scent of security and strength to her.

Cumulus tucked herself to his side, rubbing her cheek against his bicep. He put Sunshine back on her feet to wrap an arm around Cumulus too. He pressed his face into their hair, delicately avoiding their horns. He smelled not their shampoos or other styling products, but them together, the medley like the rosy sky at the dawn of Spring, light and bright and soft, with the barest hint of moisture. He breathed them in until the emotion drifted away, like dust caught in a draft, swirling on a sunbeam.

Cumulus muttered into his chest, "We were cold and wanted to borrow some hoodies. We didn't mean to uncover your secret."

He ran his hand up and down her back, taking a final deep, steadying breath. "It's okay, Cloudy-girl. Just um...what happens now that you know?"

The two ladies pulled away just slightly and looked at each other, smiles growing on both their faces.

"Make-over?" suggested Cumulus, mischievously.

Sunshine nodded with enthusiasm. "Make-over." They each took one of Æther's hands, and led the dazed and apprehensive Ghoul to their room.

"Sit," Sunshine said, pointing to the bench in front of their vanity. She started rifling through all their collective make-up, while Cumulus looked for combs and hair clips. Æther normally kept his hair cropped very short, but it had been a while since he'd cut it, so she had something to work with, at least.

As he watched them gather supplies and listened to their excited chatter, he got more and more anxious. "Not...not too much now, ladies. I don't um...I don't know how everyone else is gonna react..."

Cumulus clicked her tongue at him. "Don't worry, Æth. Trust us."

Sunshine planted a knee on either side of him, straddling his lap with an eye shadow pallette in one hand and a make-up brush in the other. "I'll go easy on you, promise. Whoops!!" She shouted as she leaned back to get a better angle, almost toppling to the floor. He grabbed her where her waist flared out to her hips to restabilize her, and she smiled wide. "Thanks, sweetie." He didn't move his hands after that, and she didn't object. The tactile contact gave him reassurance, so he was glad she didn't seem to mind.

"Close your eyes, Æth. Relax." He did, and he tried, since Sunshine was blocking the mirror and he couldn't see into it anyway. As she started her work, Cumulus began running a comb through his hair, from his horns to the nape of his neck, grazing his scalp along the way. The gentle tingling sensations both there and on his eyelids conjured a low purring sound from his throat. The girls smiled at each other, knowing that rumble meant his mood was lifting.

The two of them started humming as they went on, harmonizing beautifully. At first Æther only listened, loving the way their voices played off each other. He couldn't always hear them on stage, so this was a nice treat. After a little while, though, his purring changed to add that lower vocal register, a steady drone under their harmonies.

They shared a look again, both of them internally melting from the sound of his voice. They also couldn't often hear him during their performances, and so reveled in it now. They genuinely adored him, and wanted him to feel good about himself, and judging by his reactions it seemed this moment was doing that.

They finished the tune and the three of them stilled, basking in the energies it left behind. Sunshine quietly broke the spell though, standing up to retrieve mascara from the vanity. It seemed appropriate to only whisper, "Open your eyes, Æther."

He fluttered his lids, adjusting to both the product on them, and the incoming light from the room and Sunshine herself. He focused on her face, appreciating her aesthetic beauty, even the little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she evaluated her work so far. She brought the bristled mascara applicator close to his eye before instructing, "Now blink," and his lashes hitting it was a strange feeling that forced him to suppress a giggle.

"Æther hold still!" Sunshine chided. "It's going to smear if you move too much and then you'll look like a racoon!" That made him laugh again, so Sunshine had to back off and let his fit settle.

It also interrupted Cumulus. His hair wasn't quite long enough to braid or pull up, but she'd been twisting it in neat rows from his forehead, clipping the ends about half way back on his head. She'd found several matching clips, black plastic with silver sparkles and shaped like butterflies, and they sat on him like a sweet little crown. The back of his head, she planned to tease up a little, exaggerate it like she sometimes did to her own tresses to match her Cloud nature. She figured for him, with the twists and the glittery clips, it would be a callback to Quintessence nebula clusters.

"I'm sorry girls," he said almost sheepishly. "I guess I'm still a little nervous about all this."

Cumulus hugged his shoulders from behind him, like he'd done to Fire countless times before. And like Fire had done, Æther's hands came up to caress hers. She rested her cheek against his. "Don't worry, Æther. We all love you just the way you are. And if anyone ever has an unkind word for you, especially about this, Sunny and I will make them regret it, won't we sis?"

"Of course! Æth, you're already beautiful. We're just accentuating it so you'll see it too." She tilted her head and smiled softly, watching a blush tint his cheeks again. "Oh you DEFINITELY need some color there too!" and she twirled around to grab more make-up.

And so he was forced to sit with her words as she and Cumulus chattered and laughed and got back to work. Already beautiful, she'd said. So he'd see it too. He wasn't sure he could. The other guys were slim, fit, conventionally attractive body types. He knew he had strength and broad shoulders, and those things were probably assets. But the rest of his frame, he often felt, took up too much space, especially by comparison. When he'd lie down in bed with Fire and Rain, he always worried they'd feel crowded and pushed to the edges. When they'd snuggle closer and cling to him, as much as he cherished and craved that, he'd wonder if they were only trying not to fall. He knew he had their love, and their relationship wasn't lacking anywhere, but still. He worried.

Sunshine's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I think I want to put some lip color on you too but then that's all. Hold still. I mean it." She meticulously lined his lips, then added the color. She put a tissue between them, told him to purse, took it away then stood back and smiled. "Cumulus. Come look."

The other woman stepped around, and her reaction was as bright as Sunshine's nature. She giggled and ran in place, clasping her hands that still held a teasing comb. "And I just finished with his hair! Oh Æth you look AMAZING!!"

He felt heat rise in his cheeks again. "So do I get to see now?"

"Not quite. Sunny, go get that outfit. You should have the full effect!"

Cumulus blocked the mirror until Sunshine came back, and then the girls draped a blanket over it with instructions of "No peeking Æth!" before they left to give him privacy. He was careful changing shirts, not to muss his hair and make-up. When it came to the skirt and fishnets, he realized the boxer briefs he had on would show underneath them, so he had no choice but to go commando. He knew he liked the feeling of the fishnets on his legs, but the sensation of them directly on his nether region was new. And more than a little exciting. He squashed those thoughts quickly, pulled on the skirt, and called the girls back in.

They both squealed and giggled and clapped when they saw him, talking too fast for him to catch the actual words. He felt awkward, loving the sensation of the clothes themselves but feeling uncomfortable in his own skin still, not knowing what he looked like now. And of course the commotion attracted further attention, and soon the room seemed too full as Cirrus, Mountain, and Swiss came to investigate.

"Hooooowhee, lookin' GOOD, big man!" Swiss licked his lips in appreciation as he cocked a hip and draped an arm around Sunshine, punctuating it by tilting up her chin for a kiss. Mountain gave Æther a drawn out once-over, running his tongue over his teeth, grinning and winking whilst pulling his Cloud ladies close. Cirrus was teary-eyed and exclaimed how perfectly lovely he looked. A tiny smile quirked at Æther's lips as they all showered him with compliments.

"Yes, well," he said quietly, "Thank you all for being so kind. But I'd very much like to see myself as well, if that's alright now, girls." Sunshine and Cumulus nodded and both walked hurriedly to the mirror. They each grabbed an edge of the blanket and fluttered it for the drama, before counting down, "3...2...1!" and flinging it off. Everyone else held their breath, waiting for Æther's reaction.

Sunshine had given him a subtle, smoky cat eye, a little winged liner and an expert blend of grey and black with lavender metallic highlights. A complimentary dusting of blush graced his cheeks, almost hiding the color that rose there naturally once more. His lips were matte, deep purple towards the center and fading gracefully out to black liner, and even he had to admit, they looked ready to be kissed. With the crop-top, skirt, and fishnets, he looked phenomenally goth, and all he'd need was his shined-up Doc Martens for a glorious night out.

He fumbled his own thoughts, not sure at all what adjectives or superlatives to use. He thought he might ask the girls to teach him how to do this himself, because even the barest bit of confidence he felt, would be well worth the effort. He knew everyone was waiting for him to say something though.

"I look..."

"you look incredible." A gentle voice sounded, and behind his reflection Æther saw Rain in the doorway. He walked almost reverently up to Æther, placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. His dark eyes shone as he mapped out Æther's features, committing everything to memory.

"You really think so, Rainy?" Æther grasped Rain's other hand and entwined their fingers.

"yes, Æther-my-love." Rain stepped even closer. "will it mess it up if i kiss you?"

"No," squeaked out Sunshine, practically vibrating with excitement. Rain's smile grew wider as he closed the final distance between them. The scents of petrichor and a breeze off the sea accompanied the pressure of Rain's lips, and as usual when they were close like this, Æther would have been happy to drown.

Collectively, the room breathed out the tension they'd all felt. It was replaced by a wave of not quite relief, as the elation was starting to spark the various attractions between them. There was an almost tangible electric thrum as their love for Æther bounced between them all, starting at Rain's kiss and spreading like wildfire.

And speaking of Fire.

"One Below, where did everybody disappear to??" Despite being small, his voice carried as he stalked down the hallway. He wasn't upset, just confused. Still wrapped in Æther's arms, Rain called out to him.

"in here, Fire. you'll want to see this."

Æther tensed in Rain's embrace. He wasn't sure why the thought of Fire seeing him was making him this anxious. Rain noticed though, and whispered to him, "take some ocean's calm, my love. it'll be okay," and Rain's Healing energy trickled onto Æther's nerves. They still were a bit frayed, though, when Fire finally entered the room.

His presence, commanding as always, came complete with the sulfur and smoke odor that was uniquely him, and it hit Æther like a hot desert wind. Rain took a step back, so Æther could face him. Fire had this way of standing very still that was more than a little intimidating, and he was doing that now. The mumbling of the other Ghouls had stopped.

But in a blink, Fire was a hair's breadth from Æther, blue eyes flashing. He looked him over, more quickly than Mountain had, gaze flicking around as if he didn't know where to look next. Coming back to Æther's face, he cocked his head to the side.

"Cumulus? Sunshine?" he asked flatly. "Mind if we borrow your room?" The intimate sensations the fishnets provided started to creep back into Æther's awareness, as both ladies shook their heads. "In that case," Fire continued, a smirk tugging at his mouth, "Everybody out."

All the Ghouls except Rain scrambled and scurried to leave, now looking to find their own private spaces. Rain only lingered a moment longer, kissing Æther's cheek, and then Fire's, before walking away. As he closed the door behind him, Fire's voice followed, a familar mounting growl that put a knowing smile on Rain's lips.

"On the bed. And the skirt stays on."

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