#✨ Not from around here {Aether}

[elementclmcstery]

@illusiveasterism​ asked: “i still need you.” (lumine to aether)

hard to find hurt/comfort sentence starters || ACCEPTING

✨Aether didn’t say anything, looking towards his dear sister as the Abyss Lector stood by him. He let out a soft sigh and shaking his head as he turned away from her for a moment. His own adventure flashing in his memory before he opened his eyes once more.

“...I’m sorry. I know but I cannot go with you... Not after the things I’ve seen...”

[aetherdoesthings]

priorities

forethoughts: ✨guess who's sick again✨ i'm kidding i'm not sick. i have a few ideas i want to write out (all including arlecchino because she has my heart rn) so expect to see more aether original fics! i'm still writing requests rn; so if you want something to be written, send an ask!

notes: fem!reader, domestic life, protective!arlecchino, arlecchino trying to be a good wife

Being the Fourth Fatui Harbinger’s wife was probably the best thing in the world. For one, you didn’t need to be worried about being attacked out of the blue when you had a squadron of Fatui agents always watching you while you were out. Arlecchino always showed love and kindness to you, despite her cold and indifferent look. Even though her workload and job filled up most of her time, she always found time to talk to you and bond with you whenever she had even the sliver of free time. Arlecchino always sought to communicate and ensure everything was clear between the two of you to avoid as much worries as possible. Sometimes she would take you to the House of the Hearth to play with the children and join in on the family barbecues. In every essence, she was the perfect partner.

Your job was to watch over the mansion the two of you resided in while Arlecchino worked in the House of the Hearth, and make sure everything was in order. Nothing ever went wrong or put a stop to your task; you were an unstoppable force that would always complete your tasks everyday. 

Well, until you weren’t.

“Darling, I’m back.” You heard Arlecchino’s voice echo off the walls of the mansion. You stumbled off the couch in the living room, your brain taking an awful long time to readjust to its new state as stars filled your sight. You hobbled over to the door, one hand pressed against the wall and another on your temple. Your head was pounding, threatening to explode and kill you in an instant, while your muscles were numb and jelly-like. A cough was forced out of your mouth, causing your body to convulse and spasm. 

“I-I’m here…” You croaked, hobbling towards your wife. 

“There you are, darling. How are-” The sound of her heels clicking against the ground came to an immediate halt, before dashing towards you. You felt hands clutch onto your arms, one of them shooting up to your forehead. “Y/N, are you alright? What’s wrong? Your forehead is burning.” You swore you saw a flicker of worry and fear in those pools of darkness. Or maybe you were hallucinating. 

“I-I’m fine.” You coughed, causing another strike of pain in your head. You lugged one of your feet forward, then the other, hobbling to the kitchen like a drunkard. Arlecchino immediately blocked your path, her arms wrapped around your frail and weak body to stop you from moving or fall unconscious and hit your head. 

“You are the opposite of fine, my love.” Arlecchino stated matter-of-factly.

“I need to get s-started on dinner… need to…”

“Sshhh… sshh…” Arlecchino swooped you into her arms, carrying you bridal style as she marched towards your bedroom. “None of that. You are clearly sick. Your lips are ghostly pale, you’re coughing up a storm and sniffling, your forehead is burning hot, and you can’t even walk two steps before stumbling and falling.”

“I’m perfectly fine-” Of course a coughing fit struck you the moment you said that. Arlecchino stayed put, rubbing her hand up and down your back in an effort to soothe you.

“Deep breaths, darling. Deep breaths. It’s alright. You’re alright. You’re okay. You’re okay, darling.” Arlecchino whispered into your ear, pecking soft kisses on wherever was available, trying to calm you down. Once your cough had retreated momentarily, Arlecchino took the opportunity to carry you all the way back up to your shared bedroom, helping you change your clothes into your pajamas as she placed you down underneath the bed sheets like you were made of glass. She tucked you into bed, before scurrying over to the table where all your makeup was stationed, grabbing your makeup remover. She dabbed some of the liquid on some cotton pads before going back over to your frail body. Her fingers traced the contour of your face, removing all your makeup for you without you even knowing or feeling the pressure. Arlecchino rolled up her sleeves, worry and panic starting to plague her mind as she tried to stay calm and be rational for you. “Okay, I will be right back. I am just going to get some things for you.”

She was already out of the room before you could register and reply to her, and back before you could say a word. Arlecchino set down the tray of items she had retrieved on your nightstand, eyes always flickering towards you to monitor your state. 

“Arle… I swear.. I-I’m okay, I really need to-”

“You really need to shut up and let me take care of you, sweetheart. Open.” Arle held up the thermometer. You reluctantly opened your mouth, as she placed the thermometer under your tongue. 

“Close.” She ordered, while drenching a towel with cold water. You obliged to her commands, too weak to protest and do anything. Arlecchino laid the towel on your forehead, the heat radiating from your body overpowering the coldness of the towel. While it managed to bring some reprieve, it only lasted for a few minutes. 

“Can you sit up for me, darling? I just need you to take these meds and you can go back to lying down.” Arlecchino asked, a couple pills in her hand. With her help, you put yourself flat against the wall, your mind protesting about the change in altitude again. With the cup of water Arlecchino provided, you downed all the pills, and immediately slipped under the safety of the blankets.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick, darling?” Arlecchino sighed, her hand on yours as she rubbed small circles on your thumb. 

“I… didn’t want to worry you. C-Cause y-you’d have to come back home a-and take care of the work here.”

“Y/N, my dear, I’m your wife. I will always worry about you no matter what; your health and wellbeing is always my first priority. Please, do not ever hide from me if you are unwell or in need of something. I wish to be able to provide for you and treat you like you are a princess. Do not ever think you are an inconvenience to me nor a burden, that cannot be farther than the truth. I will handle the chores around the house and manage my work simultaneously. All I want you to do is sleep and rest, understood? Can you please do that for me, darling?” Arlecchino moved her hand to your face, cupping your cheek.

A small, weak smile crept onto your face, your eyelids growing heavy by the minute. You pressed your face into your wife’s palm, letting yourself bask in the warmth you loved to feel, instead of the burning and drowning heat of the fever you were experiencing. “So…Arle’s cooking tonight?”

Arlecchino chuckled softly, as she leaned down to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Arle’s cooking tonight. Don’t worry, dear, I’ll make your favorite. If you ever need me just call my name and I will come, no matter how quiet or loud you say it. Go get some sleep, okay? I’ll bring dinner shortly.”

“No you won’t.” You giggled to yourself, closing your eyes before Arlecchino could confront you and rebut that.

[swiftcast-selene]

✨ pre-dawntrail wol questions! ✨

over on our little server i've been asking a WoL development question a day until dawntrail and it's been well-recieved so far, so after a month of doing it i figured i may as well put them on here~

use them to draft your own posts! send each other asks about them! answer them in the tags! do whatever you want with them, as long as you're having fun!

how is your wol about personal hygiene? are they on top of it? always perfumed and spotless, a little messy sometimes, or do they have to be reminded to groom?

is there a texture your wol absolutely can't stand, either food or feeling-wise? or is it not something they tend to worry about? do they go to great lengths to avoid it or do they just power through it?

what is your wol's evening routine? do they prepare for the next day? do they just wing it? do any weapon or gear upkeep? just pass out because that's tomorrow them's problem?

how does your wol's echo manifest itself? do they see visions as they happen? all at once? delayed? do they get any physical symptoms from it?

does your wol have any siblings? how do they get along with them? is it a good relationship or is it tense?

how does your wol feel about romance? are they a hopeless romantic, waiting for The One, or are they more casual? do they believe in soulmates?

how does your wol feel about their hair? is it important to them? just kind of in the way? who cuts it? do they take good care of it or are they not particularly fussed about it?

how good is your wol at taking care of their armor/clothes? do they mend them themself? pay to gave it fixed? just change it when it gets old?

what's in your wol's travel bag? any trinkets? any vital items they cant go without? do they travel light and figure stuff out on the fly, or do they bring way too much with them? (bonus points if you have images!)

how does your wol sleep? very light? very heavy? do they need a specific item to fall asleep? is it easy for them to fall asleep, or does it take them forever? where do they prefer sleeping?

where was your wol during the last calamity? how did it make them feel? did it change their life, and if yes, for better or for worse?

shadowbringers spoilers: how did they feel being so... up and personal with another calamity? did they feel responsible? scared? did they feel like they owed the first to stop it, or were they more detached from the situation?

for the canon casters: what does casting magic feel like to your wol? how does being "out of mana" feel?

for the physical fighters: how does it feel when they do those impossible moves? the twirls, the jumps? do they supplement with aether? dynamis? is it purely physical or is something else involved?

what would your wol be if they weren't the wol? what would they do as a job or career? would they be happier?

is your wol good at cooking? what's their specialty? what can they never get right no matter how hard they try? what flavour profile are they good at cooking? what do they eat on the road?

out of all the scions, which one is the one your wol gets along with the best? what about the one they get along with the least? why?

how good is your wol with money? do they save up? scrounge around? spend it with wild abandon?

what would you say is your wol's greatest flaw? what part of their personality causes them the most problems?

what is your wol's best quality? what's the thing that they do that really gets stuff done of makes people like them? hard mode: their own perception vs. a friend or partner's perception.

what does your wol do to unwind? any hobbies? reading? sewing? croquet? sitting in a dark room in complete silence?

how good are your wol's table manners, based on their own culture? how does it compare to ishgardian table manners? eorzean? doman? steppe?

what is your wol's inner monologue like? do they refer to themself as "i"? "we"? "you"? is it organized or all over the place? are they kind to themself, or do they chide themself constantly?

what's your wol's relationship with food? do they skip meals or do they eat at specific times religiously? is food important to them, or is it just a means to an end to keep their body going? does food mean something cultural or personal to them?

what is your wol's relationship with their family? are they estranged? still very close? tense?

what does your wol think about lying? is it unacceptable to ever lie, are white lies okay, are they a pathological liar? how do they feel about people who lie to them?

how does your wol feel about allag in general? the tech, the experimenting, the crystal tower? any thoughts on allagan ruins? are they impressed, scared, resentful, neutral?

what sense does your wol most rely on? hearing, touch, sight, smell, taste? maybe even aethersense or dynamis?

how does your wol feel about mind-altering substances? do they partake? do they dislike them? are they neutral? do they take them socially, or anytime, or not at all?

how does your wol feel about children? do they want them? like them from a distance? hate them? no strong feelings?

how does your wol work out? lifting? sports? walking? how often do they do it? is it for fun or to keep up their physique? do they enjoy it?

[skele-bunny]

LITERALLY ANYTHING PHANTOM/IFRIT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRS /silly

but fr anything there's sooo little content 🥺 thank you <3333

You are RIDICULOUS get back in my dms rn who let you out of containment /silly

Oh boy where to start! Such a rare pairing, probably met during mass with little glances back and forth. Phantom's seen era 3 before in the halls, but for some reason he can't stop... Staring. It's after mass he's talking to Aether before discreetly pointing over, and Aether happily walks him over to introduce Phantom to Ifrit!

After that? Rest is history.

They're going on dates constantly, even outside of the abbey in secrecy. Ifrit's loved sneaking out, that hasn't changed a bit. He's taken him to an arcade pier, stole Phil's motorcycle to drive around, even a little ice cream parlor that's open 24/7 just to share a sundae.

Ifrit is such a cuddle bug matched with an actual cuddle bug! They're constantly purring, holding hands and seen together. Ifrit loves pushing his muzzle against Phantom's neck, he just loves his scent and being as close as possible.

Phantom is TINY to Ifrit, loves teasing the quint by resting his arm on his head wjjekdj. Always gets a little nip or Phantom hissing playfully. Always leads to Ifrit smothering Phantom and just teasing. "C'mon! Get me off! You can do it!" Oh Phantom's DETERMINED (spoiler: he does not win.)

They're so in love they're stupid. Always finding a way to sneak away together, Phantom skipping a practice or two just to be in Ifrit's arms; Ifrit ignoring his duties to sit in the practice room and watch Phantom and being a little cheerleader.

Spicy wise?

They're taking any chance they can to be on one another. The hallway? Sure. In the bathroom? Already the sixth time that week. The confessional? Why the hell not! They're so obsessed with each other.

Body ✨ worship ✨ Ifrit ✨. He's kissing all over Phantom, hands touching everywhere it can while he whispers sweetly. "Love how your hips curve, and your thighs are just so perfect. Your tummy is so soft, can just lay here forever." From the top of Phantom's horn to the beans on his feet, he's crazy about it.

Phantom loves cock warming Ifrit. Snuggles himself right down, smiling at how beautiful they look connected like this. Could just be casual for TV time or going to bed, maybe even Ifrit filling out paperwork with Phantom under his desk with his mouth.

Collaring!!! COLLARINGGG!!! But not in the way you think. Phantom just holding up a pretty orange and purple leather collar with an o-ring, Ifrit wears it so proudly. He loves when Phantom will yank on it when they're having sex just to pull Ifrit close. Sometimes Phantom will tease him while in the middle of sex and whisper; "Such a good doggy." And ffuucckk Ifrit goes so much faster and harder than before.

Bites, bruises, hickies, all of the above. Sometimes Ifrit will just pull Phantom on his lap while he's talking and just start sucking on his neck, loves claiming him in front of others.

These two are RIDICULOUS /pos

[dragon-queen21]

Hiii I was wondering if you have any thoughts on caregiver Wriothesley? It’s cool if it’s just a couple <3 !!!

Caregiver Wriothesley headcanons

I talked about him a little bit here which I am mentioning because while I haven’t met him yet (still barely out of Liyue and I am dreading Inazuma ;-;) I did a bit more research and think I got a better characterization for him :3 I apologize though if anything seems off

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~Can caregivers have a pet space? You know like “mama bear mode” I think that’s a thing. Anyways- Wolf dad ✨ I don’t know I just like the idea >///<

~Fiercely protective, probably scruffs his little ones when they are getting into mischief, play fighting alongside them, making pillow nests and cuddling, etc.

~The kind of caregiver to do something ‘against the rules’ and go “don’t tell your dad/mama” only to have his little one laughing

~This has 100% happened when Wriothesley was babysitting Aether. He bought the regressed traveler dessert before getting him to eat dinner. (Imagining Diluc with a sixth sense whenever it comes to Aether-)

~Let’s his little one sit in his lap. Probably brings out a bunch of crayons and “official documents” for them to sign and therefore keep away from scribbling all over his actual work

~Definitely loses track of time. One minute Wriothesley is absorbed in his work, the next he’s looking around cursing because whoever he was watching over disappeared.

~Probably has a baby pen set up in his office to prevent this from happening over and over again

~This isn’t a headcanon but your ask has reminded me that I have a half finished drawing of him and Aether that I need to work on

[dewsgremlin]

✨Who is up for a new angsty Raindrop ff?✨

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.”

The newly summoned water ghoul Rain has difficulty finding his place in the pack. Especially since a fire ghoul with a strange water name is doing his best to exclude Rain.

Sneak peek under the line or read it completly on ao3

As Rain passed the door to the common room, he stopped. A narrow beam of light fell through the half-open door onto the stone floor. Loud laughter could be heard. Rain hesitated. He was tired and exhausted. His head hurt and he longed to finally sink into a dreamless sleep. But at the same time it was so tempting to join the other ghouls. But they hadn't invited him. They had probably forgotten him.

Again.

Since he was summoned three months ago, he had constantly been overlooked or forgotten. He had actually hoped that everything would be better here. Better than in the pit, where he was constantly pushed around. Rain sighed softly. Well, it was better. Even though he wasn't really noticed, no one was mean to him. No one except Dewdrop. The fire ghoul seemed to have a deep dislike for him from the start.

"Hey, don't you know it's more fun to be there than just listen at the door?" a deep voice came from behind him. Rain spun around, caught. Aether stood in front of him. A big, burly ghoul with a good-natured face. "Oh, I don't know," Rain mumbled embarrassedly. His pale cheeks turned ruddy. He didn't want to be pushy and force his company on the other ghouls.

Aether tilted his head. "You look sad. Is everything okay?" "I... it's... well... I'm just tired...a lot..." lied Rain. He was tired because he had trouble sleeping, but he would have given up the one or two hours of sleep anytime if it meant he could be one of them at least once. But no one had ever asked him. Until now, anyway. Rain couldn't help but look at the other ghoul hopefully.

[manikas-whims]

the inevitable farewell [AO3]

this was my first thought after finishing the Lightseeker Myth, and so here's me dumping this..there may be inaccuracies and shit might not really add up, so forgive me for that..

Hope you enjoy! ♡

⚠️ warning! major character death ⚠️

loosely based on the Lightseeker Myth ✨

what if Xavier somehow succeeds in his mission? what if the aether core is separated from your heart without having any adverse effects on you? and what if instead of him going back, it causes a change in the entire timeline, and he ends up being erased from existence due to this?

An incandescent silver stretched across every inch of his skin, its glow permeating even through the thick fabric of his clothes. And if you hadn't reached out with a hand to touch his face, or seen the wistful smile upon his lips, then you'd have mistaken this moment to be a weird yet fantastical dream about the man you had come to love. The eccentric yet kind deepspace hunter you'd willingly given your heart to.

But this wasn't a dream and everything your eyes perceived was real, and right in front of you. He was positively sparkling, like a bright star in the dark cover of night.

“I guess it’s time.” He said, the smile unable to match the sense of guilt and regret evident in his eyes.

“Time..for what?” You asked, your own lips finding it difficult to curve up and match his smile.

Somehow you understood without him explicitly saying it out loud. Yet you chose to deny the fact and shook your head.

The glow covering his skin became brighter, and became slightly uncomfortable for your eyes to directly look at. But you tried to maintain eye contact despite it. And it made you realize that with the increase in intensity of the glow, his own countenance became paler. No. Lighter. A little less. He was there yet merely a translucent version of his glorious self.

“Time to say goodbye.” He spoke. “Time to find someone who'd stick around a little longer.”

And you shook your head vehemently, tears streaming down your cheeks. How could he be so stupid as to not realize it was always going to be him? That there could never be another! That your heart had permanently etched his name upon itself and wasn't ready to let it be erased by the sands of time.

Desperately you reached out with your hands and grabbed handfuls of his white sweater, head shaking emphatically as if that would will the fate to change its course. Deny this bleak occurence from proceeding any further.

Xavier chuckled, the sound hollow and hopeless. His hands slowly came up to wrap around your back.

The aether core had been successfully removed from your heart nearly a month ago. And somehow he had known that doing so could inevitably lead up to this tragic conclusion. To the end of his own existence in your life. But he had been prepared for this outcome since long. And he would rather depart with the memory of your breathtaking smile than your tears of torment.

“It’s alright. My work here is finally done. No one will hurt you now.” He stroked your hair, his voice a soothing whisper in your dismal reality.

“NOOOO!! STOP SAYING THAT!” Your fist hit his chest in actual fear. But instead of the firmness of the muscles that you were used to, you felt the spot crack under the impact of your hit, as if his body was a mere shell of the strong fighter and protector you had always known.

Xavier smiled more genuinely this time.

When he had left you on Philos– the other you– he had hardened his heart and vowed to himself to never stray from his goal. And he had sworn to never allow himself the blissful distraction of falling for you– a different you– all over again during Mission Backtrack. But such was the twist of fate. And he was grateful for it. Grateful for the time he got to spend in your company. For the moments he was able to share with you. For the memories he'd take with him.

Separation was his second home now, the first always being you. So if he wasn't meant to be with you any longer, then he could at least make peace with this inevitable separation until he could return to you in the next life.

And he knew that with time you would heal as well. That despite your tears and agony in this moment, this too would pass. That you'd live a better, and happier life (albeit not with him). That you might even forget him in the coming days, the flow of time erasing his existence completely. Not just out of your memories but even from public records, rectifying this timeline entirely. He wasn't sure about that last bit but it was a possible outcome of his mission. A cruel yet fitting end. One that might aid you in leading a fuller life.

“Shhh..take a breath.” He rested his chin upon your head, rubbing circles on your back. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Liar!” You sobbed into his sweater.

“I’m not lying.”

“You are! You do lie to me..alot.”

“Not this time.” He pulled away from you and gazed earnestly into your eyes. “I will always watch over you.” He pointed a finger towards the sky. “From up there, twinkling the brightest amongst that sea of stars.”

You knew he would say something poetic like that. But his words didn't assure you in the slightest. You might be used to seeing him disappear for days on end but you were equally used to him always returning to your side. However, you knew this time would be the last. And your heart wasn't ready to part.

“There must be some other way.” You shook your head incessantly. “Something that can fix this. Some— that protocore! Maybe if I take it back..everything will go back to how it was. Or-or maybe we can use the core to help you..”

And Xavier had the audacity to laugh in your face. A mirthless, brittle sound. Shallow and forlorn.

“There’s no other way. This is it, little star.” Xavier spoke with a sense of finality. An urgency; the tone of his voice sounding as feeble as his breaths. “Now promise me..that every once in a while you’ll make time to eat hotpot and buy yourself a fresh bouquet of forget-me-nots. And then, every night as you'll look up at the sky, there I will be, shining radiantly just for you.”

Your body felt heavier with every word he spilled. There was barely anything left of him now, the glow of his skin becoming so intense that you were left with no choice but to shut your eyes, and rob yourselves of the fleeting moments you had left with him.

You sobbed uncontrollably. How were you supposed to make any promises when your lips could only let out cries of anguish?

But Xavier was unrelenting as ever. You felt him entwine his pinky finger with yours. “Promise me?”

You could only nod along.

And it was enough for him.

“Good.” He said, and you could imagine the relief that you heard in his voice.

His warm breath tickled your face then, his lips brushing against yours in a tender yet lingering kiss.

“Goodbye, Angel. Till we meet again.” He whispered like an eternal promise.

And you couldn't help yourself. You opened your teary eyes but it was already too late. His body was glowing yet dim. Like the last flickers of a dying star. And in the very next moment, he was gone. His body crumbled into innumerable shining fragments that got scattered away by the harsh blowing winds. And all that you were left with were a pair of keys to his apartment, the soft clothes that still smelled like him, some food coupons, and a small, star-shaped tassel that felt weirdly familiar.

And you wept, clutching the empty sweater tightly to your chest, wishing that it were all just a nightmare. And that if you kept your eyes shut long enough, you'd wake up in your bed, and find him right next to you.

Alas, nothing changed even after the passage of several minutes. And you wept some more until there were no more tears left to be spared.

And then, in the pitiful quiet of the otherwise peaceful night, you tilted your head and looked up at the sky, choosing to believe that he was indeed up there, watching over you, just as he had sworn in his last breaths.

“Goodbye, Xavier. Till we meet again.”

let me know your thoughts on this..:)

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[fandangotales]

OAGFSHGHAHAH CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!! Been following your work for a while!

Hope you can squeeze mine!

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I'm an Aether kin! So, I wonder how Aether would react if he sees or notices that I have a lot of Aether merch of him? He needs love from the fans tooo!!

anyways! Congratsss ✨💕

Aether yawned, suddenly being teleported next to the Statue of the Seven underneath Windrise.

You were back. He thought, with a small smile.

Paimon flew circles around the boy, excitedly chattering away about new areas to explore, treasure waiting to be found… and of course, new dishes from Sumeru.

“Paimon thinks that Their Grace absolutely needs to see the Mausoleum of King Deshret, in the newly unlocked desert area!”

The small girl did a loop, as she began to explain how there was a ton of treasure in the area, all while making exaggerated hand motions.

“And if we get suuuuper lucky, we might even find some recipes…”

She trailed off, a line of drool forming on her chin.

Aether remained silent, a bit confused why you weren’t having him move yet. Usually you would start with your daily commissions, and then go on to use your resin… but nothing had happened.

It was almost like you weren’t there.

“Paimon.” He started, feeling uneasy. “Do you see Their Grace?”

The pixie snapped out of her trance, wiping her face. She whirled around, facing the area that your room sometimes projected behind them.

Paimon observed the rectangle, as she saw the outlines of your room… and some other things.

“Paimon sees Traveler…” she giggled, a weird expression in her face. “Their Grace must be doing something important, so we can wait for them.”

Aether sighed, as he put a hand on his hip.

“Paimon, you couldn’t possibly be seeing me in Their Eminence’s room. I’m right here.”

“Yessss… and no!” She sang, flying right in front of the traveler’s face.

Paimon’s bright smile paired with the way she was floating haphazardly made Aether’s head ache as she explained the decor of your room.

“And Paimon saw a plushie, a poster, and a Mini-Traveler!” She gushed, holding her hands to give Aether a rough size of this ‘mini-traveler’.

“Paimon thinks the mini-traveler is what they call a figure-“

Aether’s face was beet red, as he covered his mouth with his hand.

“Traveler, are you alright?” The girl asked, concern evident in her voice.

“I-I’m alright…” he said, shying away from her gaze.

To think that you, the Creator of Teyvat, favored him this much to decorate your living space in his likeness…

He was… flustered to say the least.

Surely if you ever saw his ever growing collection of Creator merch… you’d understand, right?

Having a whole room of the teapot dedicated entirely to you wasn’t strange, was it?

Although… if you ever did descend to Teyvat, he’d have to do a little… cleaning before you were made aware of that room.

He wouldn’t need it if he had you, as the real thing is always much better than it’s imitations.

With your permission, maybe you’d allow him to recreate his most intimate moments with your statues as you watched, or-

Maybe you’d… give him a hand?

[elementclmcstery]

@momdstadt​ liked for Aether || s.c.

✨Aether was lost in thought, humming lowly to himself as he was sat in the branches of Vennessa’s Tree in Windrise. They were completely unaware of Jean approaching, that they began to sing softly under their breath- mostly since Paimon always made fun of them and said that they didn’t sound good.

[cajunfoxnight]

Hi really interested in this reconstruct Au!! Do you have more information about the story?

Oh Anon.. I hope you are ready for the can of worms you have just opened 😬

I should warn you tho, I am not the best at telling a story, and im worse at explaining one. However I also want to share this AU as its been something ive been working on for 8+ years, and while it is mostly a self indulgent Monster AU, full of stereotypical troupes and cliches, its also very important to me. I made this AU when I was not in a good place mentally and was using it as a way to cope with and express the feelings I was having at the time. Its changed a lot and truth be told its actually 2 story lines that combine to become 1 down the line. But for the sake of this ask, I will focus on talking about the Reconstruct backstory.

Anyway if youre still interested in what the story is about, then please continue reading! I will do my best to try not to babble too much but.. its going to happen anyway 😅

TW: So I should probably start off with mentioning that this AU does contain emotional and physical abuse, manipulation, and mention of body mutilation. Not that im going to go into the details of that here but thats just me covering my own ass :v At the point the story is at now, Gladion is much older than he is in the games/manga/anime. His actual age isnt fully known as the theme with this AU deals with time and interdimensional travel, so its hard to keep track of, but he appears to be in his early 20s. But for all intents and purposes he is an adult.

✨The story ✨ So the Reconstruct AU is something of a "bad ending" storyline.

So this story follows that of the canon for the beginning. Mohn disappeared when he fell through an Ultra Space worm hole that was opened, and his whereabouts are unknown. Lusamine still went into her crazy and Ultra Beast obsessed self, only concerned with youth, beauty, and keeping things as under her control as much as she can. Gladion steals TYPE:NULL and Lillie taking Nebby and running away. Lillie going to live with Kukui and Gladion joining Team Skull as their enforcer.

In this timeline, Lusamine, in her desperate need to have control of everything around her, decides that she will create her "perfect world" where she will surround herself with all of the things that she loves. A place where everything will be kept exactly the way she wants them, preserved for all of time, and where she wont ever be alone again. However she knows that she can not do this on her own, but knows who can. Someone younger, stronger, and already has knowledge about the UBs and Aether. Now the hard part is getting him to join her, but she has a plan for that.

Lusamine gets in contact with Guzma (as in this story he still "works" for her) and with the help of some choice words, a good sob story, and probably a fat check, she's able to convince him that she has changed and she wants help from him to convince Gladion of these things as well. Being that he and Gladion are so close, and obviously he trusts him so much, it shouldnt be hard for him to talk some sense into him, right? She does an amazing job at getting Guzma on her side, having him think that Gladion is just being a bratty, rebellious, edgy teen. After all, he comes from some nice rich family, could have anything he wants, and yet still chose to ran away, how bad could it have possibly been? Does he even realize how bad some of these kids have it? How badly HE had it?? So generally he thinks that Gladion is just over reacting/being dramatic. He doesnt know how good he's had it, obviously!

Guzma sets up this whole "ambush". He has Gladion come back to the shady house, getting him inside and cornering him in his room, where he is confronted by Lusamine. She puts on this big show of being the sorry mother just wanting her son back, going on about how she's changed and she didnt mean to do all of those horrible things and so on and so on. All she wants is them to be a family again, like they used to be, is that really so much to ask for? Gladion is already seeing right through this, he knows all of this is bs, but he cant seem to get anyone on his side. After all, the members of Team Skull never really liked him anyway and were only going along with it bc Guzma said so. Now with Guzma against him, he has no real back up. He cant fight back and he cant even escape. Despite his stubborn nature, he still cant overcome the hold his mother has on him after all those years. She very much has him between a rock and a hard place. So not having any other option, he is forced to go back home with her.

Once back home, Gladion's life is turned upside down as Lusamine does everything she can to keep him on a short leash. All freedom that he had is now gone, and he is constantly watched and monitored, its suffocating. Much like before, he's told how to dress, how to act, what to eat and how much, he cant even so much as get near a computer or phone without someone questioning him. He cant even bring out any of his pokemon bc Lusamine has deemed most of them "too dangerous" to have out all under the pretense of doing it for his safety. The only pokemon he's able to have around him is his Umbreon, and even then, she's given a electric collar that keeps her within the property of the house, so no chance of her running off in the middle of the night or anything. While Lusamine insists that shes not keeping him there against his will, she assures him that he's allowed to leave whenever he'd like. Tho she also warns him that if he leaves, then Lillie will be taking his place. She will not be left with an empty nest. Truth be told Lillie probably would have been the easier choice between the two, she also knows that Gladion would do anything to keep her safe. So using her as leverage is how she keeps control over Gladion.

One day Lusamine casually brings up about the "Reconstruct Project" to Gladion (keeping its details very vague), mentioning its something he could help her with, as she thinks he would be interested, He shuts it down saying that he wants no part of whatever she's doing. Lusamine doesnt prese the issue, only expressing disappointment that he wont even consider her offer, but she wont force him. Rather she doesnt want to force him as she wants him to join her willingly. (Even if "willingly" means she'll force his hand) She needs him for this Project. Gladion may be stubborn, but she is so much worse.

After their initial conversation, things only got a lot worse. While he had few freedoms since all of this has started, those are gone now. He becomes cut off from his Pokemon, from the outside, he hardly has a moment of peace where he doesnt feel like he's being questioned or ordered to do something. He really is like a prisoner in his own home (well, a place he once called that). His sanity is being chipped away at, and it comes down to 2 options. -He can either join onto this Reconstruct project, whatever it is. Not knowing what fate could await him or what Lusamine as planned, but at least he'd have a chance at having some sense of a life back and limited freedom.. -Or he can live the rest of his life as Lusamine's puppet, having no freedom or will of his own (<-which is also another story of its own). His life will practically be on auto pilot, forever chained to Aether but never having a say in anything.

It takes some time but eventually Gladion does break, and asks to join the Reconstruct Project, even tho he still has no idea what it is, but anything is better than the life he is living now.

Lusamine is absolutely delighted by this news! And almost instantly, life then turns around for Gladion. He finally is given back some freedom, if not more than what he had before. He is able to move around his home without question. He gets to eat more and better than he did before, putting on some much needed muscle. He's even getting a chance to walk around outside and around the property without having some kind of chaperone. Lusamine even invites him to join her at Aether to over see some projects that they are working on as well as helping with pokemon there. She lets him join her in outings in town, taking him to eat and so on. She's essentially love bombing him, and he hesitantly accepts. All the while this is going on, he still does not know what this Reconstruct Project is bc he cant seem to find any information on it, like it almost doesnt even exist. Whenever he asks about it, Lusamine either skirts around the question or tells him that then only thing he should be concerned about is being in his best physical condition as possible. She assures him that it'll all be worth it, and shes going to give him what he's always wanted: To be stronger. But in order to that, he's going to need some "upgrades. None of this does well to ease any concerns or fears he has, but he's already gotten this far, and he doesnt want to risk going to how things were before so.. whatever it is, he's in it for better or worse. Gladion undergoes a very extensive surgery, with about 80% of his body being "Reconstructed" (hence the name) from the ground up. Its some time later that he wakes up from a induced coma and when he does the reality of what has happened to him is made clear. He is no longer human, or rather, not completely. His body a patch worked mess, a terrible jigsaw amalgamation of human and (shiny) Silvally. Lusamine delivered on her promise to make him stronger, even if she left out the finer details of it.. So that is the Reconstruct story line, or the start of it anyway. From here the story follows along with Gladion changing his name to "Reconstruct" as he has convinced himself that who he once was is no longer him. That part of him died long before it got to this point. His job is that of a glorified errand boy and protector of Aether. He mostly travels through Ultra Space and to different worlds/time to gather up UBs for Lusamine so that she can create her "perfect world". He travels through the worm holes with the aid of an altered Dusk Mane Solgaleo who has been fitted with pieces of Necrozma Armor, that acts a lot like NULL's inhibitor helmet. While its an odd life and something he would have never imagined for himself. He is still very much tied to Aether, at least in this way he has some sense of purpose and freedom. Tho in his time of traveling he has seen much, including other versions of himself (Gladion) living out lives that he knows he could never have, being with people that he cared about, knowing that he cant ever go back to how things were. He's very lonely, bitter, and jaded at the world and others. He's closed off, quick to anger, and untrusting of others. His only real reason to keep going despite everything thats happened is bc of Lillie, as knowing that at least this way he can still protect her. He is content enough to live the rest of his life like this. Even if he has to do it alone. Trying not to think about what might happened when he finishes his mission.. but, well, life certainly has a way of surprising you. And that is the story! I admit that I am going to be very surprised to know if anyone actually read all of this, but if you did please know you have my many thanks and my apologies 😅

[a-tale-of-legends]

speaking of hair do you think there is any symbolism to the characters who have one eye covered by their hair like lusamine and gladion for example

Oh yeah definitively.

The typical trope of characters having one eye covering their is usually used to evoke shyness, simply not being a very social person, a hidden personality or past, or, you guessed it, ✨trauma✨. And of the characters that have these bangs, they are kinda fit the bill.

Lusamine is the most interesing to me, bc it tells us so much, both before and after we know her story. Before, Lusamine looks like a generally trust worthy person. She seems kind, parental, and incredibly devoted. But then you look at her hair, and how it interacts with her face. For the sake of this post, let's just talk about her bangs. Lusamine's bangs doesn't fully cover her eye. You can see it ever so slightly peeking out. It kinda acts like this...hood, i guess, leaving an overcast shadow around her face. It helps make her otherwise more kind face feel more.....ominous. Her smile doesn't exactly look kind anymore, and her eyes don't seem that welcoming. Like there's something more that your missing. And then you actually get to know her, both in her actions throughout the main game, and what you learn from Lillie and Gladion. Going with what I said before, I do think Lusamine is a woman defined by trauma ( honestly, as he rest of the aether family is), but also someone who is still very cruel to those around her, a stark contrast to how she appeared before. And all of that is still conveyed through her bangs. Hiding one eye, but not fully, her bangs acting as a hood that cast a shadow over her face....it's really good!

Gladion is a similar story: a kid who has been traumatized by the loss of his father and the cruelty of his mother bc of that loss. Unlike Lusamine, his hair fully covers his eye, with you only being able to see it from the side. Again, it's a good way of showing his personality: someone who has something to hide, someone who more than what you think, someone who is possibly hurting. But what makes his hair special to me, is that it really cements the idea that Gladion is an emo ass teen who wants to look cool. If I'm remembering correctly, Gladion's rips in his clothes where done himself? And between the posing and the clothes, you cannot tell me that Gladion thought the hair covering one eye wouldn't be the coolest thing ever. That he would look so cool and mysterious. But, to not bully him too much, I can also see his hair as a slight defiance towards his mom? I dunno how he used to look when he was young, but given how Lusamine pretty much controlled how he and Lillie used to dress, I can imahine the freedom of Gladion being able to do fuck all with his own hair. Though, ironically, if his hair wasn't always covering his eye ( quickly checked the pokeani to see if that was the case and it wasn't! both of his eyes where visible), it would have made him and his mom more similar design wise.

What I said about Gladion, can be said for Arven too, tbh. Hidden past, hidden personality ( as in he's a sweetheart), lot's of trauma- the whole package. I will say, it's particularly funnier with Arven, bc at least Gladion tries to look intimidating and still kinda acts like how you would expect him too. But Arven is so insistent that he isn't sweet and nice even though he very much is. His tough guy act is actively failing lmao. Fucking dork.

And I know, I know there's Cynthia and Volo, but I think you guys would get the point already lol. Though I think Cynthia is pretty funny too. Her bangs are definitely there to make her look mysterious, and she is, but what's hidden is that she's actually a lil goofy. At least in the anime she is. And she's pretty disorganized, which is something you don't expect a woman like her to be at first glance. Honestly, she's a very funny subversion of expectations here lol.

[mochie85]

HELLO💖

had a quick thought that could maybe turn into something? Not sure lol

Okay well, I was crawling on the floor like an idiot trying to dig up my slippers from under the bed (I have short arms) and I had a thought…Loki finds y/n in a similar situation and just can’t help but stare, becomes a bit a flustered mess if you will, god forbid anyone catches him off guard tho (especially y/n), something fluffy or something funny, anything goes, up to you! He also may selfishly put y/n a similar situation or two after the first instance just to get repeat of his first view bc he’s a mischievous little prick, y/n isn’t stupid tho and catches on quick, starts playing into his games, and starts making it unbearable for him after she starts wearing skirts or something, ok lemme shut up now

Enjoy✨

To Fold and To Flex

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Summary: Loki didn't realize he was in love with you until he saw you from a new perspective. A/N: I hope you liked this @loopsisloops. Sorry, it took so long. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Mostly fluff. No details of smut, but very suggestive scenes. Dividers: @firefly-graphics

The cloud inside Loki’s mind wouldn’t lift. It wasn’t a headache perse, more of an annoyance. He’s felt like this for a couple of months now. A feeling of something he’s missed. It was almost within his grasp but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was.

It was better whenever he would spend time with you. The clouds would go away and he found joy in your laughter. He found excitement in your shared love of mischief. He found peace in the late afternoons with you, sharing your love of music with him.

However, whenever you were not around, the fogginess in his head somehow got worse. It traveled down his body, onto his chest. Squeezing him tight. Making him unable to breathe at times. What unexpected power you had over him?

You did not have any magical talents as a witch or perhaps a mutant. Loki has checked your file multiple times and asked both Wanda and Strange to look into you. Strange just rolled his eyes at him - the nerve! Wanda - Wanda wouldn’t stop smiling after Loki explained the situation to her.

“Maybe you should just hang out with her more often. Make those clouds go away for good!” She suggested with a smirk.

“What kind of half-brained idea is that? Would you tell an alcoholic to drink more liquor? Or an addict to take more of their narcotics?” Loki shouted back as he turned and walked away from her. They were ridiculing him. They must be. No one here ever thought him serious.

Hence, here he was, sitting up alone in his bed. His head in his hands trying to figure out where this heaviness came from. What was it about you that made him think of you at all hours of the day? Why does every melody he hears remind him of the twilight evenings listening to old records with you?

Walking down to the kitchen, he decided to raid Tony’s liquor cabinet. A habit he picked up from you whenever you needed to stop overthinking about something serious. Then maybe tomorrow he would confront you about your power over him and perchance he could bargain with you to let him go. You must have some sort of control or spell bewitching him.

Perhaps you had some elven blood in you, some Aether. And you weren’t aware you were doing it. He could help you! He could help you control your powers. Yes! It would undoubtedly lead to more time spent together. But if it’s for your own good. For your own safety. Then he would risk this dense cloud over his heart and mind a little longer to help you.

As he strode quietly to the kitchen, Loki could make out loud clinks of glass coming from the bottom cabinets of the bar. There could be any number of you still awake at this time and he turned to go back into his room. He found the thought of making small talk with anyone from the team tedious and insincere.

“Ugh, where are you?!” he heard your muffled groan. He stopped midstride, turning back around towards the kitchen, with a wide grin on his face. He was about to say some amorous remark about how you needn’t look any further, for here he was – the perfect specimen - standing in front of you.

But he couldn’t. He rounded the corner and was met with your curvaceous rear end in some remarkably tight leggings. Loki’s eyes widened. He tilted his head as his mouth opened to an appreciative shock. He found you on your knees as you were reaching for something deep in the cabinets. Your small grunts and curses invaded his head.

It wasn’t until he saw you, in that precarious position, that it hit him. A hard blow to the lungs. Like the clouded air was knocked out of him and all he could do was just stand there and look at your luscious arse.

I want her. He finally admitted to himself. Loki closed his mouth and snapped out of it. Is that drool coming out of my lips?

“Ugh…come on. Just a little closer,” you grunted. Loki bit his bottom lip at hearing your phrase. “Yes!” you breathed out as you found whatever it was you were looking for.

As if the gods themselves slowed down time, he watched you stand up. Your hair gathered to one side of your face. Your body slid up along his and he felt warmth emanating from you. The light in your eyes turned the color into a new hue. When you looked up at him, you had released your bottom lip from the bite you held it in.

And Loki’s heart skipped a beat.

“Shit!” You whispered. “I wasn’t stealing anything!” You said hiding the bottle of whiskey behind you.

“What are you hiding dear?” His wide smile made your heartache and double over. He pushed his arms under yours and around your waist, pulling you closer in his embrace. The scent of his cologne muddles your senses as he reached for the pilfered bottle you were holding behind you.

“When did you get here? I didn’t hear you come in?” you asked him.

“I haven’t been down here very long. I heard the sounds of thieving and was wondering who would be brave enough to rob the Avengers in the middle of the night.” You giggled at his words. Gods, he loved the sound of your giggle.

He took the bottle from behind you and opened the twist cap with his nimble thumb. The cap opened so fast it flew off the bottle onto the counter. Loki took a swig of whiskey. His eyes never left yours while his other hand still wrapped around your waist.

“Hey! That was mine. I stole that fair and square!” You stomped your foot. Gods you look adorable!

“Why are you up so late?” Loki smiled, offering the bottle back to you.

“My mind wouldn’t rest,” you said, taking the bottle and drinking a sip yourself.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Loki asked as you moved away from his embrace. He fought the urge to squeeze you to keep you in place.

“Ya. I’m still jetlagged from the mission.” You offered. It wasn’t a lie. But Loki knew it was only a half-truth. “That’s my excuse. What’s yours?” you quickly asked.

You, he wanted to say. “As I said, I heard someone trying to steal something in the kitchen. And I thought I would be proactive and stop the evildoer from doing any harm.” He teased you. “Or from stealing all of Tony’s beloved liquor.”

“Stop. I wasn’t stealing!” You jokingly pushed him on his right peck, feeling the strong hard muscle underneath. He caught your hand as it was touching him and he held it against himself for a short while before conventionality made it seem awkward. He couldn’t stop wanting to touch you.

“I’ll replenish what I sto-borrowed.” You said blushing. You busied yourself finding two old-fashioned glasses for the whiskey. Trying to hide the dimpled smile forming on your face.

Your hair had fallen down, covering you. Loki wouldn’t have that and he delicately pulled your strands back behind your ear. You turned to face him with a warm smile, “Thanks,” you said.

Loki was stunned. All this time, he never once saw you as anything more than a friend. How could he? He was resigned to the thought that no one here in this realm would ever want to be with him. He couldn’t – no, wouldn’t – think of anyone here that way because he didn’t want to get himself attached and subsequently get hurt.

So he turned off that side of him. Looked at the world through the hazy filter of friendship and amiable companionship. That cloudy filter inevitably obscured his view of you and your relationship together.

But one look at you in that indefensible position - your beautiful body offered up before him like a sacrifice to an insidious god - he couldn’t help but break that filter and replace it with lust-filled longing and a desperate stare.

It went on for quite some time. His stare. His longing. It was like he was looking at you through new eyes. Your soft supple skin, your buoyant laughter, that round curvaceous ass! He couldn’t stop thinking about that night he found you, on your knees with your plump cheeks in the air, tempting him to run his palm around you. He had to see it again.

“You got a little something…” Wanda said to Loki, breaking his train of thought. “…right here.” She said motioning to the side of her lips. “Are you drooling?” Loki quickly went to wipe his lips only to find them dry. Wanda started laughing.

Loki was upset at being mocked. “Why are you here? Come to give me more asinine advice on my predicament?”

“It’s the tower’s gym, Loki. I’m here to train. Just like everybody else. Although, you’re spectating more than you are working out. What, or rather, whom are you watching?” Wanda’s eyes followed Loki’s stare.

They watched you mount Wilson on the mat. Your arms and legs wrapped around him in a chokehold. Wilson tapped your arm, yielding to your capture. How Loki wished it was him your arms were wrapped around.

“Uh-huh. I’m glad you took my asinine advice! You’re welcome by the way.” Wanda provoked.

“I beg your pardon?!” Loki asked confused and heartbroken.

“I overheard Bucky trying to ask her out for a cup of coffee and she said she’s flattered but that she’s seeing someone.” Wanda relayed. “So I assumed you took my advice and asked her out. That’s why you’re drooling in the middle of the gym making that heart-eye emoji face.” Wanda rounded her fingers shaping them into a heart against her eyes as she walked back to her yoga mat.

Loki looked back at you. Were you being courted by someone already? Had he missed his chance? He watched as you bent down stretching your back. Your legs spread apart as both hands reached for your left ankle. You did a quick little bounce and reached over to your right ankle.

Loki groaned inside. He swallowed hard, as he watched you stretch your upper legs and back muscles. You stood back up and turned towards him. Both of your eyes briefly meet. Norns, I got caught staring. Loki quickly resumed his own workout of…for fucks sake, what was I working out? Loki conjured weights in his hand and he proceeded to do reps.

“Hey Silver-tongue, what’chu working on?” you asked as you strode towards him.

 “498, 499, 500…oh, hello darling. How can I help you?” You watched him do his bicep curls. His lean muscle stretched the thin fabric of his shirt. You could follow the veins in his arms as he made them taught and then relax.

“I was hoping for a spotter. I wanted to work on my quads.”

“I would be happy to oblige.” Loki quickly agreed. He had no idea what a spotter was or what part of your body the quads were located in. But seeing that you chose him over anyone else in the gym - over the seething Barnes who was watching with narrowed eyes over in the corner - he couldn’t help but be elated.

Loki quickly learned what he had to do and now he regretted putting himself in this predicament. How could he possibly get out of this without embarrassing himself in front of you?

He stood behind you as you carried a long bar over your shoulders with heavy weights on either end. You proceeded to do squats. Bringing your body down and then back up again. “What exactly am I to do again, darling?” Loki asked as you continued to do another squat.

“Watch my form. Make sure I’m doing it correctly. One misalignment could mean an injury or at the very least aching muscles tomorrow morning.” Oh, he was watching your form all right.

“And this is supposed to help…” Loki’s head tilted as he watched you squat down, “…your thighs?” Those delicious thighs.

“Yes. And I know you can take this weight off me easily if I can’t continue.” You grunted as you stood. The primal sound embedded itself in his imagination. “I know how strong you are. You can probably carry this weight with your pinky finger.” You complimented.

Loki huffed. “Are you flattering me? And they call me ‘Silver-tongue?’” he smiled.

“I’ve seen you Loki, I know how strong you are. You shouldn’t hide under so many layers.” You winked at him.

“Watch what you say around me, darling.”

“Or what? It’ll inflate that ego of yours?” you giggled. As you stood up from your last squat.

You watched him come closer behind you. A smirk on his lips as his tongue peeked out. He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, “Or else, I’ll have to show you the genuine reason why they call me Silver-tongue.” His voice vibrated in your ear, tickling it, sending shivers down your side.

You dropped the barbell behind you. Loki caught it with one hand. “Looks like you did need someone to spot you after all.”

Is Loki flirting with me? You looked into his glinting eyes searching for that familiar friendly gaze. The one he always gave you after he said such things. The one where he placed you back in the box labeled ‘friend’. Only this time, it wasn’t there. There was something deviant in his eyes. As if you were seeing them for the first time. Clear and dark.

His eyes roamed your body as if he were imagining all the lewd things he wanted to do to each and every single part of you. You shivered at his gaze. What changed? You wondered. When did he stop being my friend and started wanting something more?

Neither of you could help it. The tension was too irresistible to fight. Flirting with the god of mischief was dangerous. You trusted your friend, Loki. The one you would spend afternoons listening to music with while he read to you on the couch. But Loki - the silver-tongued god of mischief? Silver-tongue was someone different. He was darker. More dominating. He was confident and arrogant. And you would be lying only to yourself if you said that it didn’t turn you on. Neither of you were bold enough to admit your feelings to each other. And both of you were too proud to give in. The two of you stuck in an endless game of cat and mouse.

You started wearing skirts to tease him. But he would play into it, knocking down whatever you had in your hand with his seidr, just to see you bend over. Short of doing “the Bend and Snap,” you teased him by running your hands up your thighs, then your hips. Lifting your skirt slightly as you slowly got up. You would roll your eyes secretly. You knew Loki was around somewhere watching you, but you didn’t know where.

You would get him back though! Whenever you would pass behind him you would drag your fingernails across his back, shoulder to shoulder. You never passed up the opportunity to touch him. You particularly liked it when he would wear his long hair up in a messy bun. You would have access to his long neck and you would run your fingernails lazily along the back.

 He would shiver in response. You especially liked it when he was around other people and you caught him off guard and he would just freeze and stop whatever he was doing. He’d close his eyes and just relish in your touch as you softly play with the hairs on the back of his neck.

It all came to a head one night when Loki was on his way down to the kitchen for some more of Tony’s expensive, top-shelf liquor. He heard some rustling in the cabinets again and wondered if it was you. Eager, he came around and saw you fishing the cabinets for the whiskey he purposely hid in the back of the cabinet. Loki stood there, mesmerized once again by your curvaceous body in your sleep shorts. The fabric riding up so high they barely covered you. His hand involuntarily moved closer. On their own, they reached out to you. You quickly found the bottle and stood yourself back up with ease. Those squats really do help.

“Darling,” Loki said as his hands curled around your waist. He couldn’t resist any longer. You were surprised to find him behind you.

“Loki. What are you doing here?” you asked. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“No. Not with you running through my mind all night.” His hands felt warm against your body. He buried his nose on the side of your neck. His lips threatened to kiss your skin, but he was still hesitant. He knew that as soon as his lips touched your body, there would be no going back. He would crave you more and more and there would be no satisfying his addiction to you.

You placed the bottle down on the counter, forgotten, and placed your hands on top of his. You guided him up your torso, to your eager breasts. He moaned as he leaned into you. Your body was trapped between his growing length and the cold kitchen counter.

Your hands continued up towards his hair, splaying your fingers and reaching that sensitive part behind his neck. Making a fist in his hair, grabbing it, pushing his face closer to your neck, aching to feel his lips on your skin.

“Don’t tease me, Silver-tongue.” You simpered. That pet name does things to him. Only you would be able to call him that and make it sound so wicked. So desperate, yet so reverent.

“Unlike the way you’ve been teasing me, kitten? With those scratches on my back. Touching me the way you do.” He growled, giving in to the taste of your honeyed skin on his lips.

“I thought you liked my hands on you.” You asked naively.

“Hmm. Why do you think I started wearing my hair up?” One of his hands roamed up to your neck, while the other pulled your hips flushed against him. “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured taking you, bent over for me like a common harlot? Every time I see you bowed over, presenting your delicious curves to me like a maiden offering up herself to a selfish god.”

“Why do you think I started wearing skirts?” You asked playfully. You could feel Loki’s smile against your skin. He pulled your face towards his, finally capturing your lips in a deadly kiss. His thumb stroked your cheek as he sucked on your upper lip.

Loki broke off the kiss, his lips lingering a little longer over yours. “Come,” he commanded. He led your dazed figure back towards the bedroom hallways.

“What are we doing?” You asked beguilingly. We. He liked the sound of ‘we.’

“Neither of us can sleep. I know a couple of ways to make us tired,” he said as he picked you up over his shoulder, laying his hand on your delicious ass and smacking it.   

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[yourlocalstranger123]

Hi!how are you?can I ask a snippet (feel free to change it)of how Zhongli would react to eather/lumine(or just Y/N) giving him a flower crown?thx!

-✨ anon

Alright 👍 also ima try to make it all different so it might seem I like one of them more but I'm just trying to make it different or at least make the words different but with the same meaning.

✨️Ima do all three✨️

Gerne; fluff ☁️ slight angst

Lumine 💮🌸

1st; Idk since I founded in Google and the poster was from Reddit, and it didn't exactly say who was the artist

2nd; Danbooru arist: midorigawa akari

Lumine and Zhongli haven't met for a while so when they did, they decided to have a stroll on a field full of flowers. As they both enjoy the comfort of silence with the background of birds chirping and leaves blowing in the air. Lumine stopped.

"Is there something wrong, Traveler?" He asked. Lumine shook her head as a sign of no. She kneeled down and plucked a silk flower. As she raised it, a Geo Crystalfly landed on it. She gave the flower to Zhongli.

"Thank you for the flower." As he also plucks a flower and puts it on her hair. He chuckled at her surprised face. She once again kneeled and got more flowers. As he sat on the table and tilts his head as his chin rests on his hand. He wonders what is she doing.

Lumine tied the flowers to a shape of a crown. Zhongli decided to stand up to walk to the girl. She finishes and turned around to see Zhongli. She gestured for him to bend down, and as he did she put a flower crown on his head and smiled. Zhongli widens his eyes as the eyes glint with light. He can't help but also smile at her actions. He shall keep this shining in gold in his memories....

"Thank you...Traveler."

Aether 🌺💐

1st: Danbooru artist: hane (odeu)

2nd: Danbooru artist: oyakorodesu

Aether returned to Liyue. As he walks down the street, he sees a familiar figure. Zhongli. Zhongli seems to have forgotten his wallet and his living one too. Aether decided to pay for him and had a nice talk too. Although the item he bought (banquet) was distracting aether.

"Would you like to have a stroll with me, Traveler?" Zhongli asked, as he drank his cup of tea. Aether nodded, later he found out what the banquet was for. Childe was looking for some flowers to give for his family and Zhongli decided to help on it.

After that, they walked around the field of flowers. They sat at a table, but aether went out to get something. Zhongli saw him walking towards him after a few minutes, holding a flower crown. Aether puts on the flower crown on him. Smiling at his gesture of giving him this, he pat his head and lightly ruffled his hair.

He was amused and chuckled at seeing the boy's expression. They both smiled and laughed as they talked. After that, night was coming and it started to become cold. Zhongli gifted his suit to keep him warm which Aether finally accepted with some convincing. After leading him to the Wangshu Inn and watching as he go. Zhongli stands outside, smiling.

"You will forever shine in my memories like gold....thank you for this wonderful experience Traveler."

READER sagau!🍀

1st: Danbooru artist: Akiyoshi_nozomu

2nd: Danbooru artist: Hisehisekin

(You lived with him with every moment of his life)

"Zhongli!" You shouted across the street.

"Oh, I didn't expect to see you here."

You scoffed. "Well, you should now. But close your eyes." He did as you asked. He felt you grab his hand. After a while of walking, you stopped. He asked you if they were here. He didn't get an answer, but instead a "stay right here, I'll be back!" He waited. He wanted to open his eyes but didn't want to spoil the surprise you are making for him.

"You can open now!" He was confused, 'what was the surprise?' Until he felt something on his head. It was a flower crown, and then he looked behind you to see a field of Wild Glaze Lilies. His eyes widen and are full of life in it as his eyes shine brightly as the sun. He also saw some stone markings of his beloved friends and the stone you made in the past for this world that saves the memories of the surrounding.

He touched them and sees the moments where Bosacius drew on xiao's face and many more. He went on his knees, eyes filled with tears. He hugged you by the waist, saying his thank you's.

He knew if you revived anyone, it will disturb the cycle of reincarnation, life, and death. It would be too much work and since your current body hasn't fully adapted your power. This is why he was so grateful for you going through all the trouble to do this. You put a flower crown on him, kissing his forehead. Wiping away the tears. The rest of the day of him laying on your lap.

The next day he comes to where you live with a banquet full of flowers. He hugged you as you felt some tears falling on your shoulder. You rubbed his back to comfort him.

"I vow for us to shine together forever in our life....I love you."

Bonus! Sagau🌻🌼🍁

Idk who made it but in the first one, Nahida was too short for the camera to see—

You, the archons, and the traveler with paimon. were walking down the field of flowers you made. You had all 4 of the archon's nation, flowers. Aether/lumine was giggling as aether hold the flowers in his arms/lumine holds the flowers on her skirt. It was nice seeing Ei walking around smiling, Zhongli drinking tea, and of course. Venti floats around with the lyre, singling songs themed as the 4 nations, Nahida doing the hopscotch along the path, and of course, Paimon. Eating away your cooking. You chuckled as she stuffed her mouth with food.

You used a bit of Anemo to make flower crowns for each person. You made sure to take a picture of this special moment.

Abyss aether/lumine, watching in the background as she/he sees you and their sibling having fun together. She/he wishes to join but cannot. She/he has not yet found a home for them to live. "Please wait, I promise one day. We will live together peacefully but for now, I will say my goodbyes."

[nitrogenwaters]

Thinking 

[little gore warning] So I was watching a YT vid of someone reading out the Zombies’ comic and got up to comic #2 when the end is literally zombie Richtofen punching right through a mutated animal that was after him, and quickly turns against Victis again with the rest of the Bios out of the way.

Seeing this has only strengthened my wish that Trayarch should of made a Ultimis zombie Richtofen boss fight bc that would of been dope as hell.

First of all, even out of the MPD, he still has partial control of surrounding zombies, and can even command them to solve obstacles for him.

Second, he still has consciousness and is fully aware of what is happening around him, making him literally the most deadly and threatening zombie you could even encounter in the whole Aether storyline (Brutus is stupid compared to Edward’s intelligence). He sure as hell would know how to fight back any potential threats if it presents itself, he had all that time fighting undead up until Moon and before joining Group 935 as well.

Third, he is granted the strength of the undead that they have of course. As I mentioned before, he punched through a undead Bio the Elemental Shard created like it was nothing.

(Edward has yassified nails confirmed!? 👀💅✨)

Another thing, he got the zombies to pry open a steel door that was a few feet thick and probably tons of pounds using surrounding junk in the area.

honestly, seeing Richtofen as a zombie and what he does during that time has gotten me really happy for no reason. Maybe I’m just hyper fixated on it too much, but I love seeing what he can do in battle outside of the games, which the characters are controlled by the player and their skill determined by said player. It gives us some knowledge of his combat and solving skills and how quick he is to use them.

Other honourable mentions that happenes in the comics:

Zombies will sacrifice themselves to protect Edward or he’ll doge out of the way.

Edward of course, has a sense of self preservation and for the undead as well. He will retreat (or stop) the horde if too many will or have died from Victis’ attempts to keep them at bay.

Edward lost his hat because he was body check by a monkey. (Don’t know why he didn’t bother to pick it back up, guess Victis was more important then his precious hat)

Imagine (if he was a boss zombie) him having a in game doge mechanic if you aimed at him like the Ascension ones, but quicker and more agile. His horde would still be as strong as the regular dead, but they could avoid traps if activated and would swarm back to Edward if he was hurt in any way, making it hard to get a clear shot of him. If too many of his undead are killed, he will retreat to gain mass again.

Eventually he will become angered enough to face the player(s) head on and pick up a weapon or something and just make the player’s life a living hell in any way he can. He’ll get you to chase him around well avoiding his rain of bombs and Molotovs, he’ll chase YOU around if he gets his hands on a good Goblegum (better hope not death machine) or weapons from somewhere, and he’ll most definitely jump you from the shadows from anywhere and try to rip your heart out. Hell, let’s throw in a custom animation for just that, and make the player mash a button or two to avoid getting stabbed or their throat gets ripped out by his chompers (which would probably get you an instant down if he succeeds in doing so).

It would be a sick EE in general and hope one day I gain the skills needed to make a mod of this idea, or at least inspire someone to do it. Anyways, imma end this post here and show some leftover pics of Richtofen being a menace. Plus Samual beating the crap out of zombies with a gun.

[tiny-talks-big-tales]

Cyborg upgrades are... pending? Question mark?

In true ✨my life is hell✨ fashion things happen and look promising and then either stuff gets delayed or it just dissolves into the fucken aether or something, I don't know. Anyway. Status updates! This is honestly a great way for me to sort the chaos in my thoughts out as well.

New power wheelchair

Okay this one is mostly proceeding as expected. After the 1st fitting in April, they ordered like 40 parts to bring for the 2nd fitting. We had the 2nd fitting in June. During that, one of the more important parts was missing a mounting bracket (not their fault, shipment error somewhere along the way), otherwise we got to try most of the stuff as intended. It went okay, I sat without help from other humans in the chair for a while, which is huge! And it answered most of our remaining questions about how to configure the chair.

So after that 2nd fitting we had a list of 6 remaining things to sort, one of them being the missing mounting bracket, 2 of them being parts the local tech will handmake for me, and the remaining 3 being additional things to order in. The correct shape table, a different height and depth backrest, and a different type seat cushion. The cushion is made on demand and not kept in stock, so that's a 6 week wait. It gets made in Mexico at the Jay factory. For anyone who's curious it's a Jay J2 Deep Contour. Here's some funny photos for anyone who doesn't know what that is.

The cushion is made up of 3 main parts: Foam base, gel pad, and cover. Foam base is firm and can be cut to shape if needed, and takes the bulk of more rough pressure relief. Gel pad is, as the name implies, a thick-ass pad full of gel inside. It can shape with the body a bit and protects the skin by distributing pressure evenly. And the cover just goes around both for... cover reasons.

There's also extra blocks of foam that can be used to keep the legs and hips in the right spot by adding more edge to the sides and a bigger wedge between the thighs at the front. I'll be having that.

So yeah the wait between 2nd fitting and the upcoming 3rd fitting is PRIMARILY just waiting for this particular cushion. It should be here by first week of August, unless there's been delays. If all's well then 3rd fitting will be in 1st or 2nd week of August most likely.

And the 3rd fitting will double as delivery! Which means I'm super close to having a wheelchair again. I can't describe how hype that is after 9 months trapped in bed just because some bitch didn't wanna do her job.

Hearing aids (HAs)

The hearing central appointment was a disaster and they proceeded to deny further healthcare from there based on "hearing aids don't work for APD" (factually incorrect) and "you don't seem motivated" (dismissing my words as lack of motivation is mean tbh).

I've sent an appeal and a complaint about the way they spoke to me and the long stream of factually incorrect nonsense they made me listen to, such as "so hearing aids work by amplifying all the sounds equally much and you can't filter or be selectively louder in some things than others". I guess 20 EQ channels in proprietary audiology programming software and a dozen different noise filtering and clarity improving technologies are just there for decoration, then /s

While I wait to see the outcome of appealing that nonsense I went ahead and bought a used pair of Phonak Paradise HAs, that's the previous generation from Phonak and I got the version with telecoil (RT) and highest technology level (P90). I paid about a 1/5th of what the equivalent model in the current generation costs new.

That means I get to learn how to program HAs myself! It's gonna be fun. I'm waiting for a hardware device needed to connect them to the programming software in the mail, but the HAs themselves already arrived along with some small tidbit supplies I ordered.

"Fine, I'll do it myself. >:("

The AAC trial device

Something's wrong with the eye detector on it I think, no matter what we do it doesn't work right, so I gotta wait until my guy at the disability aid central is back from vacation to ask about that. At least this time it's technical errors, not human error. And I've been using the device plenty otherwise, just not with eye access. Keyboard and trackball go brrr.

Breathing sucks help

I have no idea what happened there. Went to the appointment, spirometry put me in the low yellow areas I think, got sent home with a sleep study kit, used that but unfortunately couldn't fall asleep while wearing it, got someone to deliver the kit back to the clinic... and then radio silence? Okay? Hmph. I'll nag my primary doc about it whenever he returns from vacation.

TL;DR

Possibly getting my new wheelchair in 1st or 2nd week of august, as long as no part deliveries are delayed and that's super exciting.

Hearing central appointment sucked and it would take a clever 7 year old approximately 5 minutes to debunk their claims with a fact check search online. But it's ok because I'll just do it myself then :) Bought some used hearing aids that I'll DIY the programming on.

The portable AAC device with eye access that I'm trialling has something not working right with the eye access part, but the dude who can help fix it is on vacation.

Breathing stuff appointment went okay, kinda bad but not horrid results as expected, then I failed the sleep study by not sleeping in it, and it's been radio silence since. The dude who can help with the radio silence is also on vacation.

I'm tired, boss ._.

[sparklecryptid]

What is my brain on. it took your latest Emet-Selch post and did this.

Ardyn and Ace end up in FF14.

BUT! It turns out Ardyn is the reincarnation of someone close to Emet-Selch (son? brother?) and when he (Ardyn) claimed Ace as his heir he adopted him according to Amaurot traditions.

So when Emet-Selch (and maybe the Warrior?) come across the two gallivanting around the Shard there are ✨feelings✨.

(Maybe Ace is Amaurotine as well? Unborn child of Ardyn when the whole End of the World thing happened?)

...wtf brain.

I’m laughing because Ardyn and Emet-selch meeting would be hilarious but also cause a headache for everyone else.

We’re going with fleur for this one because her amaurotine self is Emet-selch’s daughter and it’s funny.

-

Fleur stares at the man in a purple button down shirt and black slacks. He looks tired but his grey eyes are alert and wary and his fingers twitch when he sees Fleur.

Fleur grins at him, all teeth and the promise of violence should he attempt to attack. Purple sighs and though his stance is as never tense he looks like he’s debating if it’s worth it to try and go around Fleur or through her.

The man beside Purple reeks of darkness. Fleur would think it funny that someone who holds so much darkness inside of them has decided to appear in front of her while she’s dying from light and haunted by memories that are hers but not hers if she hadn’t already had to deal with Emet-selch lurking around.

Emet-selch who should be here already.

“You haven’t seen a man with horrific taste in fashion around have you?” She asks.

Purple turns to the man beside him before turning back to her.

“Only this one,” Purple says, “You waiting for someone?”

“My-“ Fleur - no Circe - almost calls Emet-selch father. She cuts herself off before the word escapes her. “-Friend is supposed to be here.”

“He doesn’t sound like a friend,” Hat Man says in a drawling tone that sounds too much like Emet-selch.

“More of an enemy,” Fleur agrees, “We’ve come to an agreement.”

She doesn’t tell them that she’s dying. That he’s killing her by letting her take too much light into herself. She doesn’t say anything.

Hat Man’s eyes narrow and Fleur let’s her sight hone in on the shape of his soul. It is corroded and dark. Dark aether tied so tightly to his soul that it is almost impossible to separate the two.

Fleur wonders if that is what is going to happen to her.

She tilts her head and looks at Purple and pauses. His soul sparks with electricity and light and though there is shadow he glows with something like death.

Fleur let’s the colours of their souls fade and Emet-selch steps out of the shadows.

“Well, well,” he says and Fleur watches as Purple twitches, “What do we have here?”