#aesma

[summergoodwife]

Anyone else lowkey think Allison's gonna end the Jagganoth fight by fusing with all of humanity in the multiverse into YS-AESMA and smashing the wheel over Jagganoth's back?

Not only would it make technical sense—Jagganoth is fated to win every time, so hit him with fate itself until they both break, and Aesma was a god who made humanity, so one could very reasonably theorize that she (as the closest deity to YISUN) split herself into it—it would also be a phenomenal payoff to the lore of Aesma vs the Red-Eyed King. Think about it: the King was faced with the ultimate, impossible threat, and only then did he back down. Jagganoth doesn't back down—Aesma follows through.

[jamgraphicdesign]

Aesma The Destroyer // Weeping Aesma

more flat two colors of aesma. fyi i've not read k6bd, i just get drip fed it by my friend as a form of temptation. so i just made up how i think she looks. think i'm done playing with her for now though.

[fictional-gods-tournament]

Round 1

Characters' info under the cut

The King of All Cosmos (wiki)

Domains: Outer space, planets, stars, constellations

Propaganda:

Submitting bc somehow nobody seems to have done it yet. Despite being called 'king' he's basically an alien space god, he has the ability to warp the fabric of reality, creating and destroying celestial bodies even without trying, with his full size dwarfing galaxies. He's also incredibly campy, wears tights, and doesn't know what most everyday objects are, so that makes him impossible to take seriously despite the aforementioned almighty space powers

Ys Aesma (wiki)

Domains: aspiration, greed, lust for power, self-sufficiency

Propaganda:

is royalty (effectively buddhist enlightenment), hit a legendary demon with the entire universe, too stupid/not enough forethought to realize that she can’t do something (in a physical sense not in a social way) and therefore she goes and does it

[ekleipsi]

the way he lingered on the outskirts of her sights could be considered creepy to some , yet it is mere the hesitation that palpitates within his chest that locks his feet in place. arms curled across chest , brilliant reds eyeing her for the moment. what irritation she seared through the man , yet , comfort seems to seep ever so slowly through his mind. someone who was loyal and devoted , someone who he found a hindering attachment too.

an inhale is taken and thus , a clear of the throat. ❛ you have been awfully quite , Vaedryn. ❜ an acute ( and frankly ridiculous ) observation spoken out , tone teetering on its always playful venture as if to pass over the hurt that may linger upon his tongue. ❛ what? are you suddenly to good to come see me? what if i missed you? ❜ bottom lip near pouts in slight , even turning his gaze to that of a 'puppy' look.

❛ do you hate me already? ❜

--- There is a single minded focus she bears in idly brushing her hair; brush after brush, dragging through snow pale locks. She'd already put on make up, not that she needed it- countenance was always flawless given her nature as a succubus. Beautiful by default, thanks to the Lord of Lust's blessings, creating them so perfectly...creating them all so beautifully, crafted to be desired and wanted by all that they came across. Why not him? Why did he not want her, then? The nagging thought constantly tugged at her mind until a furrow etched into her brow.

--- Despite being unable to see him properly, liquid gold fixed into the mirror to stare at her own pathetic visage reflected back at her, she can feel his presence like a heartbeat. A pulse just beneath her skin, a dull and constant throb; a hum of innocuous thirst and desire...unlike any she'd experienced before. Wasn't it them that controlled the desire of others? Lips pursed in aggravation, annoyed once more, before his throat is cleared and she languidly draws back, setting the brush down as he addresses her properly.

--- ' I thought you liked it best when I was quiet, Master? ' she purred out a coy response, forcing a smirk to curve at her lips, though the expression didn't reach her eyes as it usually did. The unsettling lack of genuine emotion that bubbled from her chest gave way to the guilty pangs of unease and confusion. What if I missed you? Do you hate me already? Eyes flicker with curiosity at his words, and he's ever so good at masking his own feelings that she truly did miss the hurt his own tongue spun.

--- ' Did you miss me, Master? I'm never too good to visit- I'm your creation, after all, simply giving you what you always demand of me. Space, silence, peace. ' she shrugs absently, tilting hollowed gaze back towards the mirror before orbs flicker down towards the array of objects set upon flat surface before her. ' Are we even allowed to hate you, my Lord? Is that within our ability, as your creations? ' she chuckled wryly, a pained twist of her lips as she half sneered the words, mostly to herself. ' What would it matter if I did or didn't? You could simply command my love and adoration once more. ' a wistful, forlorn and dramatic sigh, before casting him a teasing grin, hooded gaze slipping over to him once more. ' Right, Master? '

@espelharr

[noheroe]

from aesma~

she quirks her brow first, then squints her eyes. no phone calls? pathetic. but FOUR bingos????

meme.

[auburniivenus]

Shiplist for aesma!

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊aeshime: you keep me without chains┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

⋆ Nightwish - Ghost Love Score

⋆ Melancholia · Yoko Shimomura

⋆ BAD OMENS - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

⋆ KISS ME GOOD-BYE · BUCK-TICK

⋆ Pretty Girl- Sugarcult

You can never get him out of your head. @empyreous

[morklagt]

Aesma Daeva - Sanctus

[deadn30n-arch]

ღ yone and aesma :|

attraction meme!

Romantic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[jamgraphicdesign]

Aesma again, but flat two color

It was fun to do the full illustration with her, but I prefer this version I think.

[cosmicallybound]

@empyreous

L'homme qui ment (1968)

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2009 - Number 33 - Köök & Kaire Vilgats - "Üürnik"

Oh Estonia, how I love you. What other country would have a song in its national final about the standoffish relationship between a landlord and his tenant? Eesti Laul is entering its truly weird era with panache.

Contrary to what you might think, this left-field pairing of the band Köök and singer Kaire Vilgats aren't a pairing found in the avant-garde sections of the Estonian music industry. They've both been to Eurovision before. Sort of.

Köök's frontman is Jaan Pehk, poet, singer and previously a member of the band Claire's Birthday who represented Estonia at Eurovision in 2003 as Ruffus. They're one of the progenitor bands of Estonian pop music whose members have gone on to form many other groups and participated in Eesti/Eurolaul many times. Jaan was with them in 2003.

Kaire is not a name you may recognise, but not only was she one of Ines's backing singers in 2000, but she was also a backing singer for Ira Losco's Maltese entry Seventh Wonder in 2002. She had also been a regular fixture as a backing singer in Eurolaul throughout the 2000s. She'd entered herself once in 1998 and as part of the group Family in 2003. They've come together for a duet about rent and its non-payment.

Üürnik (Tenant) was written by Jaan Köök band member Madis Aesma, and is a truly odd but wonderful duet full of creative insults flung between the singers. It's petty, straight-face and is also a joke song so dry that it's like eating Finnish licorice sweets for breakfast. Quirky isn't doing it justice. It's only two and a half minutes long, has two verses, no chorus and finishes with a string of ironic lalalas. It's just so Estonia.

Unfortunately for the band and Kaire, it didn't do very well. It ended up ninth of the ten songs in the newly renamed Eesti Laul and the song rapidly drifted into memory. As it was a one-off pairing, it didn't really affect the careers of anyone involved.

Köök kept going for at least another seven years. Jan Pehk has been back to Eesti Laul on at least three other occasions: once under his own name and twice under another pseudonym - Orelipoiss.

Kaire had a very well established career in musical theatre and still does. She's also maintained her record of singing backing vocals at Eurovision, being part of the Estonian delegation on no fewer than four occasions in the 2010s (guess which ones). More recently she's been singing backing vocals for Anna Sahlene at Eesti Laul (including in 2025)

Two videos today for two great artists. First Jaan has a new album coming out in the autumn of 2025. This is the lead single from it: Raskekujuline tuberkuloos (Severe Tuberculosis).

Kaire has so many wonderful and weird performances in Estonia it's difficult to choose one, but here she is singing the Estonian version of Meestesadu (It's Raining Men) with the Tomahawk Brothers brass ensemble.

Stay weird Estonia.

[cosmicallybound]

@empyreous said, well ofc if hyeon and aesma had a kid -- kid headcanons || accepting

Name: Gender: General appearance: Personality: Special talents: Who they like better: Who they take after more: Personal headcanon: Face Claim:

chan-yeol (찬열) / aurelius male thick, curly blond hair w/ dark roots, sides shaven and long enough to pull back into short ponytail. (does he dye it or does it have to do with his "golden" persona... yes. c: ) he shares his father's bright grey eyes, though a strange, amber color cirles his pupils, a constant reminder that he is not human. as tall as his father, chan-yeol strikes an imposing figure, well-muscled but lean. honestly the most fashionable out of the family, tbh. ever the outgoing one, he absolutely lives up to his golden/bright personality. confident, prideful, but serious, he is the perfect representation of the sun. though he loves his twin he becomes extremely jealous of any attention gifted to her that he deems to be "too much". he is the golden child, and should be treated as such. as a demigod/half-demon, chan-yeol is durable. he is a talented fighter and can often be found training with other demons or deities when bored. he has his father's telekinesis and telepathy abilities, though he rarely uses it, preferring more martial practices. though he loves his father, chan-yeol likes his mother better. he was not spoiled as a child, hyeon put him through schooling as soon as he was able. he is to be the celestial god of the sun, and he needed to be ready. chan-yeol simply spent more time with his mother during his formative years and is closer because of it. oh absolutely aesma. although he spent more time with hyeon because of their time away at the celestial palace, chan-yeol wanted to be like his father so badly. both the good and bad. he is a talented and (typically) calm individual, but can be known to unleash a wrath that leaves permanent reminders to those who experienced it, as well as being quite possessive and jealous. chan-yeol would often wander into his parent's room and try on a selection of aesma's clothing when he was younger. it wasn't uncommon to see the little princeling running from either parent in a much-too-large shirt/tie/pant combo, giggling. vernon chwe from seventeen c:

[noheroe]

@empyreous   ;   aesma   :

she was a fighter , through and through. and every time she had proven such , keeping the demon on his toes. he oft recalls during these times how she had almost gotten him , and the ache it brought forth in his right eye. it only served to make him work harder and harder , and even in the moment she caught him off guard , he would turn to counter as quickly as possible. but , she had a limit. she always did. and he found himself worried. so , instead of letting this dance play on , he would find an opening to catch her wrist and spin her , merely to drop his features low and lay ashen twin flesh against her own. it was not a long one , nor one wrought with passion , but something to catch her off guard to stop their fight. ❛ before you pass out again. ❜ he mutters , leaning away but ever the slightest yet his grip remains ever so tight. ❛ i would hate to take you to my bed against your wishes again , little warrior. ❜

                    𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉.   𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒈𝒆.   𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆   𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌,   𝒂   𝒄𝒖𝒕   𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔,   𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆.   𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉   𝒕𝒐   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.   𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.

                    each   time   with   breath   heavier   and   heavier,   oxygen   not   getting   through   &   lungs   aching.   little   warrior   attempts   once   more,   her   moves   visibly   slower   —   but   she   knows   she   simply   cannot   continue   and   soon   her   body   will   give   up,   and   either   she   finishes   it   right   here   right   now   or   she'll   have   to   flee.

                    and   heroes   don't   run   away.

                    her   hand   trembles,   grip   on   her   blade   slipping.   micaela   lets   herself   get   caught,   trapped   in   the   other's   grasp   like   a   fly   enwebbed,   stuck   to   the   deadly   gossamer.   she   expects   her   defeat   and   accepts   possible   death,   but   her   sworn   enemy   presses   his   lips   against   hers   and   she   opens   her   eyes   in   surprise   and   let's   a   small   gasp   and   completely   drops   her   weapon   and   freezes   in   place   and   and   and—

                    legs   shake,   almost   giving   out   if   not   for   the   firm   hold   of   aesma's.   too   shocked   to   act,   micaela   blinks,   skin   glossy   with   sweat   and   lips   parted.   all   mica   can   do   is   stare   blankly,   no   words   leaving   her   mouth,   sword   turning   into   pool   of   blood   beneath   their   feet.   the   amber   gaze   looks   foggy,   but   himura   is   not   passing   out.

                    she's   simply   starstruck,   just   as   aesma   is   simply   breathtaking.

                    micaela   never   had   the   chance   to   take   a   closer,   better   look   —   or   maybe   never   wanted   to.   now,   it's   somewhat   forced   ;   the   demon   is   so   painfully   beautiful   her   chests   aches,   yet   the   awareness   remains   :   it's   just   a   predator's   glamour   carefully   crafted   to   lure   it's   prey.   the   knowledge   doesn't   help,   and   no   weapon   is   conjured   ;   micaela   attempts   to   summon   something,   anything   from   her   bleeding   palm,   yet   her   hand   doesn't   close   on   a   blade's   hilt,   fingers   barely   twitching.

                    her   mouth   is   dry,   her   throat   is   on   fire,   and   she   cannot   do   anything   but   stare   silently   as   the   biggest   evil   residing   in   this   world   toys   with   her   like   she's   just   a   puppet,   not   a   powerful   warrior.

                    and   she   can't   do   anything   about   it.

[auburniivenus]

@empyreous

MY DEMON 마이데몬 dir. Kim Jang Han (2023-2024)

[auburniivenus]

❛  i promise i'll always be here if you need me.  ❜ (aesma~)

STEPPING   OUT   OF   THE   PAGE   INTO   THE   SENSUAL   WORLD.   The   intricate   copulate   of   demonic   beings   and   angels   weaves   an   unbroken   pattern,   where   each   component   relies   upon   its   counterpart   to   create   an   assemblage   both   immaculate   and   ominously   diabolical.   This   cosmic   equilibrium,   unbeknownst   to   mortals,   governs   the   fates   of   realms   and   echoes   through   perpetuity.   

Demons,   in   their   immeasurable   intellect   and   labyrinthine   desires,   are   forever   imprisoned   in   a   fugue   of   mischief   and   pandemonium.   Their   roaring   essence   pulsates   with   the   energies   of   both   creation   and   destruction,   meting   out   prosperity   or   catastrophe   as   befits   the   spectral   cadre.   From   these   unholy   confluences   spring   forth   vicious   currents   which   roil   across   time   and   space.

Seraphs,   ever   poised   in   their   luminous   magnificence,   uphold   supremacy   over   realms   of   light   and   purity.   Their   radiant   wings   beat   a   refrain   of   celestial   harmony   that   reverberates   across   the   heavens.   They   unfailingly   counterbalance   the   malign   influences   of   their   devilish   brethren,   ensuring   that   supreme   order   is   upheld   throughout   the   immutable   cosmos.

A   delicate   performance   transpires   'twixt   these   heavenly   beings,   defined   chiefly   by   the   mores   that   bind   them   permanently   together.   For   every   demon's   guileful   machination   thwarted   by   an   angel's   illuminating   touch,   another   malicious   scheme   is   sure   to   take   its   place—driven   by   that   implacable   urge   to   uphold   an   equilibrium   ordained   since   time   immemorial.

To   sever   this   divine   symbiosis   is   to   unravel   creation   itself.   Without   demons'   cunning   mischief   to   maintain   darkness   in   check,   what   else   would   there   be   left   for   angels'   luminous   grace   to   illuminate?   Orihime’s   light   surrounded   him,   as   his   darkness   cocooned   her.   “I’m   here   if   you   need   me   too.   Because   I   can’t   exist   without   you,   and   you   can’t   exist   without   me.   I   need   you,   and   you   need   me.”   Soft   timbre   uttered,   while   a   gentle   inviting   palm   cupped   his   hand,   recognizing   the   velvet-like   texture.