#throws this into the aether

[rats-and-robots]

"Gold..."

She whispers, her eyes wide and her words reverent as she stares at the Rogue Trader in the midst of the warp jump.

"Gold like a waterfall in the first rays of Dawn, gold like cut wood, gold like hot bread and mother's love. Gold... Not a cape, but it falls off His shoulders, not..." She steps forward, "Not fabric. Reflecting, refracting, splitting, golden glass. In pieces, shattered in patterns and so soft-- feathers! Feathers, they're feathers, they're wings. But sharp as shattered glass..." She reaches out... And a hand grabs her wrist. She shrieks, staring at the sharp black armor, dragon-scale, insect-segmented. A horror fills her that she can't describe and her legs collapse beneath her, the sharp gold and tans and black tower over her, three piercing pinpricks of steel-gray sitting at the pinnacle of a towering spire. A black spire, branching in barbed spikes and twisting blades. A wind kicked up, only the hand on her wrist holding her in place as the voices screamed with their joyous laughter in her ears... A horror as she'd seen in her Lord Captain's past lays in his future, his very fate--

"Idira!!" A voice tears through her vision like beast-claws through bare flesh. Her reality comes crashing onto her. It's the Rogue Trader's hand on her wrist, his face twisted in concern and some small offense.

They're not on the bridge anymore. They're not in the Warp any more.

"Emperor's holy corpse..." Garion muttered--so quietly none but her heard it--and relaxed before he spoke up, "There you are."

She looks around. They're in her quarters. Two medics stood to one side.

"What happened? You were prophesizing and collapsed. You started seizing." There's serious concern in his voice, his brows are furrowed.

She sat up, his hand falling off of her wrist, "I saw... I saw you as a mountain..." She shakes her head, "No, a spire. A rising black spire surrounded by golden feathers made of glass-like shards. There was so much wind whistling through twisting black blades and sharp feathers..." She held her head as she tasted blood, realizing the skin of her chin was sticky. As she reached to touch her face, Garion's hand gently set on her back.

"Don't stress yourself out..."

There's a darkness in his voice, and she knows what it is. He knows what she saw. A black spire. Commorragh.

"It wasn't your past." She shook her head, "It was your future."

"..." Garion scowled, "I will not be going back. Perhaps some part of me that is affected by that place will become prominent."

"The wind--"

"Turmoil, discourse, it doesn't mean--"

"It was a storm. No, greater than a mere storm, a typhoon of wind, swirling up the glass-feather-blades and..." She begins to cough, and sees that her chin is sticky from a mixture of spittle and blood as it comes out now, too. A medic comes over and helps her with a respirator. She realizes they're deafened, their ears covered. Had she shrieked while she was out? Or, more likely, did Garion not want them to hear her prophecy?

Garion is frowning, deeply, when she looks back at him. His eyes dart this way and that, searching the distant wall, "...What of the feathers you saw?"

"They were wings that came flowing off of you. Replaced your coat and covered the ground around you like the cape of a king around you. Around the spire, then."

"An attacking force."

"No. Defending it."

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Lovably Pissed Grumpy Cat Editon:

cw: alcohol and alcoholic consumption

If you thought sober Simon had grumpy cat tendencies, drunk Simon is on another level of grumpy cattiness, complete with the way he'll look up and squint his eyes in catty judgment every time you cease to stop scratching his scalp. Fuck you stop for, lovie?

Simply put: Splooting and snoring. On you.

Simon getting the munchies after a night out and snacking on your favorite snacks, y'know, the ones that don't (lovingly) hold a candle to his? Simon confesses that actually yeah, you do have good taste in food and you're the reason why his taste buds aren't so shitty anymore. The food choices are just one more thing to lovingly bicker about, sweetheart.

Your big bear of a soldier being a bit more talkative than normal while pissed. It's not uncommon for you two to be laid up, staring at the ceiling, and conversing about life. One time, Simon pensively revealed that "Mum and Tommy would've liked you and Pa would've been jealous..."

Similarly, Simon confessing all these life plans he had in mind for the two of you, what he'd do after he left the military, how you two would spend the rest of your lives together, travel, and annoy the Cap'n. Maybe. More than likely. OH, and he can finally stay naked all day and sleep in with you. This being said from the bathroom where he's taking the longest piss known to man. Oh, Simon. ❤️

Hand holding. Drunk Simon really loves to hold your hand. Loves to intertwine your fingers and compare the sizes. Gushes about how soft yours feels compared to his. Always talks about how you two "fuckin' fit" and if he could, he'd hold your hand forever.

Drunk texting you like crazy. Even when he's right beside you. Simon wants you to know that he loves you and that your ass is better than any pillow he's slept on. Er, thank you, Si-bear.

Speaking of drunk texting, remember when he let the fellas know he's a missus now? Yeah, he also spoke of the wedding plans. The Cap'n would give him away, Gaz would be the best man, and Johnny would be the flower girl but because he's, y'know, Soap, he'll just spray bubbles or some shit instead of throwing petals. OH, and that he really wants a Spring wedding but whatever color they choose for said wedding, please don't pick the color purple because it's overrated and washes him out. Huh???

After Simon suggests you two adopt Soap, he comes home with a drunken Johnny in tow and introduces him like he just got him. From somewhere, you guess. Simon goes on and on about how you two have to be good "role models" for Johnny as if he isn't a grown man who had good role models growing up. The picture you snapped of them cuddled up together on the couch (that you later shared with Gaz) sleeping the alcohol off was worth it, and Simon would much rather you and Soap not talk about it. Ever. ("What we have is special, Lt.—" "That'll fuckin' DO—")

Simon telling you that, as your missus, he, too, will wear a wedding band. On his cock. Because you love his cock and you love him. OH, and because he won't lose it when he's deployed. They don't call it a cockring for nothing, lovie.

[filurig]

närsi in her working uniform - ive mentioned it when i posted her first, but she works in the sartrill defense force, the Sartrill Tirsekki (more specifically in the Rau-Tirsekki, the division for basilisks). and yes her wings look different bcs ive been pondering a bit of an anatomical revamp of basilisk wings... so they can have silly hands. Yey. more rambles under cut

in most basilisk communities it's not seen as indecent to not wear clothes really, as they don't really need to. but in many communities it is a fun decorative element they like engaging in and clothes may often be seen as more associated with certain events or social positions. bcs of their anatomy most clothes however extend to chest/neckpieces, hats and legpieces as it can be a struggle and a hinderance to put on stuff below the arms as their wing membrane stretches from their arms to about halfway downt he tail.

the basilisks in the Tirsekki have their own division as they are usually delegated to special reconaissance roles separate from the rest of the order, who are usually trained in more typical forms of defensive and offensive combat. the subdivision has their own leader/trainers who are usually basilisks themselves as they know their own abilities best, rather than a harpy. their shapeshifting is obviously a huge part of their work, and scouting/surveillance is their most common form of work. sometimes they are called to stuff that involves combat however too.

the sartrill tirsekki formed as a revival of an older defensive order, the kaskin tirsekki. kaskin was a crakam town that fell due to human discovery and attack, and the crakam that formed sartrill were the fleeing survivors from that siege

[snarkspawn]

drew these during the simulanka event

[ag40249]

still, i don't wish you to forget me

[shokano19]

RAWR!!

[hyydraworks]

All the friends that I hadn't already posted pics of that will be sneaking into this Thursday's Etsy Update!

Started making tealight holders, and hoo boy, its been fun.

There'll be one Strawberry cow one that's on sale because the candle doesn't quite fit in there neatly as heads up.

[starsundermyflesh]

good morning afternoon whatever the fuck aether time he absolutely is dad ghoul and the other ghouls hang off his arms and shit and climb all over him like he absolutely will like throw phantom onto a couch/bed over and over for funsies

[aromanticasterisms]

Do you believe your sibling to have betrayed you?

They were almost like twins, knowing each other's thoughts and intentions without a word. Irreparable damage has not yet been done. Yes, of course. "Home" is wherever we are together. Home… But I haven't been back there in a long time. Since that day, they have gone their separate ways. I understand the anguish of being separated from family.

I always believed we would see each other again. After a lengthy orbital period, today their paths shall intertwine once more. There’s still hope for you to reconcile. Let's go home! This was the moment that their paths intertwined — one a noble, tumbling from the light into the Abyss, the other a humble existence, climbing upward from the darkness. Initially intending only to save his older brother… I've finally found you! Let's get out of here, it's too dangerous! You can tell me all this later. Stop saying things that don't make sense!

He had anticipated his brother’s anger. The future must atone for bygone mistakes, as the bond familiar falters and breaks. Perhaps we're fated to be doomed together. They drew their blades, this time pointing them at each other. There's just one thing I have to ask, one thing I could never understand... Why... Why can't we continue our journey together? And for that, they shall never have my forgiveness.

I wonder what he would think if he were to see me now. Somehow, I doubt he'd share the same view as he did back then. I don't even know how to face myself sometimes... let alone my own brother. Were that not the case... I'd love to hug you too. At the very least, I hope I can make her happy when I'm around. But in my experience, family issues can be the toughest to resolve.

A sea of blossoms awaits the return of a single flower, anticipating the day when both hearts and petals shall become soft and tender.

Do you believe your sibling to have betrayed you?

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Any Aether/Ifrit thoughts?

One time I shattered a jar thinking about Aethfrit.

I think...Ifrit's an instigator. I think he likes to tease and play and wrestle as a way to bond, very physical with his affection. Grabby. Oohs and aahs over Aether's vessel, compares hand sizes and squeezes his biceps to get a feel for his strength and Aether allows it with a sheepish grin. (He might be peacocking a little bit for the pretty water ghoul watching the antics nearby as he smokes...)

"We're pretty matched!" Ifrit says. "Wanna arm wrestle for top bunk?"

Now Aether's more than happy to just give it to him if he asked but there's a light in Ifrit's eyes that's begging for a challenge, and he's scraping his shoe across the ground like a bull about to charge. Aether doesn't need his quintessence to tell him Ifrit's got way too much energy to sit still on that first long flight and a couple rounds might be just the thing to help him settle down.

Ifrit's palm is fever-hot against his skin, his grin reckless and wild as Mist counts down. Aether can already tell it's going to be close as she signals them to start and they push against each other. Aether can't help but grin right back at Ifrit when he realizes they're not using their full strength. It goes on for what seems like forever; one will lose an inch, the other will take it back. Ifrit's palm grows hotter with exertion, Aether calls on the chill of the void to fight back. Steam erupts where their hands meet, they're locked eye to eye, heedless of the world around them until someone yells and the whole table shatters; burnt black on Ifrit's bench, frozen brittle on Aether's. They look at each other through the rubble and burst out into laughter, helping each other up.

"Looks like we're sharing that bunk." Aether teases, taking Ifrit's now significantly cooler hand in his own warm one. "Not claustrophobic, are you?"

'I don't mind a tight squeeze." Ifrit says with a wink.

Now you know damn well what's under this cut

They run into each other in the abbey hallway later that night on their way to the other's room. Ifrit snickers, not unkindly, and catches Aether's hand again. Swings it as he walks and the casual chatter easily erases any awkwardness as they head back to Aether's room. Aether opens the door for him like a gentleman; Ifrit shoves him through and kicks it shut before tackling him on the bed in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. Biting him everywhere Aether encourages, leaving pretty bruises around his nipples that Aether mirrors on him when he realizes how much Ifrit likes his own pectorals lavished with attention. Maybe Aether wouldn't have found out about his own preferences as fast if Ifrit hadn't mapped out every sensitive point on his body that night.

Ifrit doesn't have the majority of his tattoos I like to think he has, but he's definitely gotten started. Some are mundane, just for visual appeal but there's one in particular he's started just under his belly button. When Aether touches the tip of his tongue to the ink, it tingles and Ifrit's cock flexes where it's pinned under Aether's chest.

"Ticklish?" Aether teases as Ifrit squirms in delight.

"Little more than that." Ifrit huffs, and tries to shove Aether down further, bucking his hips and leaving pre smeared on the soft underside of his chin. So naturally, Aether has to pin those hips down so Ifrit doesn't go buck wild and gag him when Aether sucks his cock. Ifrit squeezes his legs around Aether's torso in revenge, Aether reaches up to tweak a nipple and somehow they're wrestling again. Pushing their cocks together, rutting against strong thighs. Ifrit's devilish fingers poke and prod the rolls of Aether's stomach, get him wheezing as Ifrit whispers, "Now who's ticklish, huh?" as Aether's tip starts to leak steadily. "Big guy like you and it's all undone with a few fingers."

"I'll show you my weak point I'd you promise not to use it against me." Aether breathes and when Ifrit's fingers wiggle their way inside, warm and wet with lube, the fire ghoul kisses him so sweetly they both forget it started out so violently. It's a test of Aether's endurance next as he rides first Ifrit's fingers and then his cock, bouncing slow and gentle, saving his stamina to see how long they both can last.

Knowledge Aether is infinitely grateful for when he finally tumbles into bed with Dewdrop later on.

[taryn40k]

Art proposal: The Lion telling his unforgiven sons to play nice with the Lion Guard (a group of baselines that swore to be the Lion's honor guard in Son Of The Forest. Lion doesn't want to send them away because a) to do so would be a grave insult and b) while they were travelling with him every single perdon on their home planet was killed, so their duty to him is the only thing they have and the last remaint of their planet's culture.)

Not everyone is thrilled about that, but they will be kept safe, because Dad gave a second chance, but he's not the type to offer a third!

[sukiroryu]

how far can i throw aether … asking for a friend..

* Welp

Flo Sans belongs to @flotale 💥

Aether belongs to me :]

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #20 - "let's take a sick day.”

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character: ace trappola, twst

contains: fluff, gn reader, reader is yuu

"Let's take a sick day. Just stay at home and lounge around. Sounds a lot better than getting up for the day, don'tcha think?"

You send Ace a flat look from your spot in his arms, earning yourself a handful of giggles in return. This boy would be the death of you.

“Come onnn, we both know you want to! How long has it been since you just rested for a day, huh? You deserve it.” He holds you closer when you go to protest, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “Just stay here with me for today.”

“You’re a terrible influence.” You tell him plainly, but you make no move to try and get out of his arms, and you both know he’s won. It’s not like you didn’t need a vacation day, anyways, with all that you did around campus. They would be able to survive one day without you. Hopefully. “You get to be the one to call in sick.”

“I know, I know.”

He hums with the satisfaction of getting his way, snuggling in closer and sighing in content when you do the same.

There’s the soft sound of people getting up for the day from outside your window, wind rustling and birds chirping as people in the distance walk around the campus. Grim had been sentenced to staying at Heartslabyul for you and Ace to have a date night, meaning that you knew he would be taken care of. Everything made for a perfect day for rest, really.

“Come on, I can hear you thinking. Go back to bed already, Prefect. I’ll take care of everything.”

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Whump Month, Day 2 : Hiding an illness / injury

Whump Month by @cirrus-ghoulette 💕

CW : Mentions of throwing up / actively being sick. Slight hint as self isolation.

Summary : Phantom can't keep anything down and keeps it to himself rather than seeking help.

Word Count : 789

Being Topside was strange, to put it lightly. Everything about this strange place and its demands always made Phantom feel...out of place. Ostracized, if he could put a word that closely resembled the hollowed feeling in his chest.

The worst part, decidedly, was having a corporeal body. In Hell, and its endless vastness, he didn't need a body. Quintessential ghouls were more akin to spirits, ebbing and flowing, traveling where ever they pleased. Being summoned to different locations in Hell was as simple as breathing, but to be summoned to Earth?

It was like shoving the universe and its infinite vastness into a compact cube.

The first few weeks were fine, rocky, but fine. So many changes going on at once, so many things to get used to, so many eyes to try and decipher if that glint was hate or worry; Phantom couldn't tell.

What he could tell was that it probably wasn't a good thing his head was halfway down his bathroom toilet. Dinner just wrapped up, the sun slowly setting behind the Abbey, saying its goodbyes like the contents of his stomach. It's been like this for a few days down, and his body was not enjoying a minute of it, his eyes sunken and tired from constantly being sick.

"Phantom?" There was a voice at his door. From where he was he couldn't quite tell who it was.

"Ah...hold on!" He shouted from his bathroom, flushing his dinner and rinsing his mouth out with sink water before going to the door. Before opening it, he smoothed down his shirt and ran a hand through his hair; a lame attempt at looking put together.

When he finally opened the door, he was face to face with Rain. He liked Rain, the water ghoul was sweet and welcoming, one of the few who seemed to welcome him to the world and to the pack with open arms.

"Were you...throwing up?" Rain asked, blunt but hesitant, a clear line of worry on his face.

"No." Phantom shook his head, purposely keeping his eyes wide and round, open, innocent. Lying. He tilted his head slightly, his tail swaying slightly as if he were relaxed.

Rain gave him a little frown, as if he didn't believe the little quint.

"Are you sure?" Was the question.

A laugh, followed by; "I would remember if I tossed tonight's dinner."

Rain relaxed a little, barely, his shoulders slouching. "If you're ever feeling ill, I don't know if anyone's told you, but we have a Ghoul Infirmary. It's ran by Omega and Aether, they'll always be there to help and heal."

Aether. The name tasted like iron in Phantoms mouth. While he was new to the surface and still was learning about the world and everything it offers, he wasn't dumb. He was smart enough to know that his current...'pack'...was upset that their previous member, Aether, decided to stay behind.

"Of course." Phantom smiled, his signature goofy smile, all teeth. He was fine. He was fine, goddammit, so leave it alone. Leave it the FUCK ALONE-

"We love you." Came Rains voice, cutting through his thoughts.

"Thank you, Rain." Phantom smiled, a little more genuine, visibly relaxing. This seemed to satiate Rain enough, as he patted the quint on the shoulder and waved as he walked down the hallway.

Phantom sighed, closing his door and locking it, moving to his bed to sit down. He wasn't sure what was wrong with his body. He was hungry, that was for sure, as the hunger pains in his stomach were currently screaming for his attention, to be satiated.

But he knew that every time he attempted to get something down, within the hour his body decided that that was a bad idea, and had him back at square one, with his head halfway down the toilet.

Deciding that he wasn't willing to go back out, not wanting to see the look of distain or disgust in his packmates, he curled back up into his bed.

No one had to know. It was probably a weird strange sickness that would go away on its own, right? Right. Of course, it was just a passing phase, nothing more.

No one needed to know how in the dead of night, he hurled his body out of bed, scrambling on all fours to get to his bathroom, throwing up the very little remains of his stomach.

No one needed to know how the burn of stomach acid in his throat and mouth had him crying into the bowl, sobbing as his body dry heaved against his will.

No one needed to know how incredibly lightheaded it made him either.

No one needed to know, goddammit.

[ghostisun]

!! suggestive

trembling and throwing up thinking about rain getting jealous at the way aether can make dewdrop melt only for aether to invite him in, anyway.

"oh c'mon, rain," aether murmurs, trying his best to hide his smile behind his palm. "y'think we don't notice?"

aether moves towards him, his quiet voice rippling as it surrounds rain.

"sometimes, i let dew's imagination run wild," he continues and rain straightens up, anticipation coursing through him. "he's a little tease- but you know that already, don't you?"

rain feels parched- severe thirst making his throat constrict- his chest heaving as he gives aether a short nod. the older ghoul hums, pleased, and the sound makes rain bite down on a rumble of his own.

"but here's something you don't know, rainy." aether pinches the ends of rain's hair, twisting languidly. he is so close that rain can smell-

fuck.

he can smell dew on him.

"dewdrop begs me to use my quintessence on him, little nymph. he begs me to magick you with us."

"oh," rain chokes out, his eyes wide because he can see it already: dewdrop getting growly as he loses himself in euphoria, begging aether to give dewdrop rain, or whatever dew thought he could only ever get of rain.

"mhmm," aether hums, no longer hiding his sly smile. "so what do you say?"

rain licks his lips, parting them for a breathy gasp because what else could he say if not, "please."