#Ajax event

[rima-niki]

"Local man loses his mind due to pollution" is such a way to describe what happened.

me when he loses his mind a bit because the air is polluted

[sherbertquake56]

Hi!

Are Ajax’s ears fin ears or feathers or just like that?

Honestly? They’re kinda just like that— Their ears are however a result of the lightning and weren’t always like that! I’d say more like fins than feathers, but aren’t specifically fins—

(To be honest the reason they’re like that is cause IRL I got my hands on some really cool ears and said “well they have to belong to SOMEONE)

anyways here’s frames from my newest EOD cutscene with a reference for the ears I’m talking about hehe

[flameishstudios]

Thinking about Ajax and Emmie still calling Rondael Ronnie

Even when Ajax tells him that he hates him, they still call him Ronnie

Even when Ajax is mad at him for leaving

Even when they’re complaining about him opening the box

They both call him Ronnie, because they may both be mad at him, and pissed that he isn’t on their team, but he’s still important to both of them, and they still care

[whosthere54]

Don’t mind me sobbing over Ajax again it’s fine

[beth21303]

I give yall, a playlist of every song I have redeemed on sherbs streams

and shocker, every single one of them is starset

[honeyteller]

Hi hello, here’s the Ajax mood board! I know Caine and Ajax tied but one of those votes was me to know which vote wins.

[l1tw1ck]

Till Debt Do You Part

Bottom!FTM Ajax x Top!FTM!Harbinger Reader

+ FTM voyeur Pantalone

🌊 Word Count: 1,709 🌊

Ajax pays off his debt to Pantalone by giving you his body

AFAB Language Used | Reader (He/Him) has bottom + top surgery

CW: Non-Con/Coercion, Size Difference, Voyeurism, Virginity Loss, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Masochism, Asphyxiation, Belly Bulge, Creampie

Pantalone purposefully omitted the fact that Ajax will have to pay Pantalone in return for the money he borrows from him. He's so naïve that he didn't even think to ask. Now, Ajax has finally racked up enough debt to allow Pantalone's repayment plan to go into effect.

The poor harbinger steps into Pantalone's room, completely unaware of what's about to happen.

"Tartaglia, you haven't been paying me back lately." Pantalone says, leaning against his desk. "Do you know how much you owe?"

"Pay you back? You- you didn't say I had to.."

"Is it not a given that you must return what you borrow from someone?" Pantalone tilts his head.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know."

Pantalone chuckles and brushes the hair out of Ajax’s face. "It's okay, you can pay it back with your body."

"My body? Like fighting?" Ajax perks up, happy to hear that he might be fighting even more.

"No, I mean intercourse." Pantalone smirks.

Ajax frowns. "But I've never...Is this my only option?"

Pantalone wants nothing more than to see Ajax become ruined.

"Yes."

"..Fine." He sighs. "Are you going to have me do it with the soldiers..?"

"Of course not, you're too precious. And what would I gain from that? My trusty colleague will be the one to have you." Pantalone smiles. "I owe [Name] a great debt, funnily enough.” He originally wanted to use Ajax himself but once you came back to Snezhnaya and met him, you got Pantalone to pay off the debt he owes you by giving you Ajax’s body.

Tartaglia should feel relieved but he doesn't. You're scary, and by his standards that really means something, and around the same size as Pierro and Capitano. For you to be his first time…

"[Name] bought you something special." Pantalone says, turning around to open his desk drawer. He takes out a human sized collar. "Isn't it cute? It suits you." He walks behind Ajax and puts the collar on for him. It feels strangely intimate.

"I…I guess..” He touches the name tag. It’s fitting, everyone calls him the loyal but rabid dog of Snezhnaya.

Pantalone places his hands on Ajax’s shoulders and leans into his ear. “He’s waiting for you in his room. Make sure to be a good boy.”

Pantalone enters the room with Ajax in front of him him. He looks like a cold puppy. You chuckle. “I was right. The collar does look good on you.” You walk towards him. “We haven't had many opportunities to interact, have we?” You rub his cheek with your thumb.

“N- no, sir..”

“He's a virgin, you know.” Pantalone smiles.

“Is that so?” You turn around and sit down on your bed. “You wouldn't mind helping him learn the ropes, would you?” You begin freeing your cock.

“It’d be my pleasure.” Pantalone makes Ajax walk towards you. “C’mon, kneel.” He kneels in between your legs, Pantalone kneeling next to him. He guides Ajax’s hand to your length. He’s in shock by your size. He glances at your chest as you remove your shirt, then at your arm. Custom made. It definitely suits your build, despite its outrageous size.

“Now, lick it.”

Ajax frowns and nervously darts his tongue out, licking your length. It doesn't feel or taste as bad as he thought. He glances up at you for a moment before looking back at your cock.

"Try to put it in your mouth." Pantalone gently touches Ajax’s body.

Tartaglia gulps and opens his mouth, trying to take it all in at once. It reminds you and Pantalone of a certain pink video game character. He gags when your dick hits the back of his throat.

"Just start with the tip, puppy." You chuckle softly. He gets more red and does as he says, wrapping his lips around the head of your cock.

"Pretend it's a...popsicle." Pantalone brushes Ajax’s hair from his face. He starts bobbing his head up and down while looking at Pantalone for approval.

"This is how you eat popsicles?" You groan in pleasure, gently wrapping your hand around the back of Ajax’s head. "How cute." You run your hands through his ginger hair, admiring his charm.

“Isn’t he?” Pantalone carefully snips off Ajax’s shirt. “Don't worry, you won't have to pay me back for your clothes.” He says, knowing exactly what the ginger is thinking. He starts to grope the rookie’s breasts with his elegant fingers. “You're surprisingly soft.” He hums.

He’s extremely embarrassed but he keeps going. Once he starts something, he's determined to see it through. Even if it's something like this.

“You're making me impatient with those words, Pantalone.”

Pantalone giggles softly as he unbuttons the ginger’s pants, then reaches over to slide his hand inside. “Every meal deserves to be savored.” Ajax’s t-dick gets a cold hug from Pantalone’s slender fingers.

Ajax moans and stops.

Pantalone uses his other hand to spank Ajax. “Nobody told you to stop, sweetheart.”

Ajax does his best to keep going despite how sensitive his body is. “Mmh!” His eyelashes flutter beautifully.

“There you go.” Pantalone purrs, sliding his digits into the ginger’s entrance. “Good boy, all nice and wet for your master.”

Ajax’s ears redden. He looks up at you and the redness travels to his cheeks, a shudder down his spine from how turned on you look. You look, and feel, so aroused and the fact that it's his fault is causing so much internal conflict. It's not bad if he likes this, right? You want him to feel good too, don't you? He adjusts his pace, filled with motivation to please you.

Your groans of pleasure are starting to become music to his freckled ears. You grab a fistful of his hair and keep him still. Ajax’s confusion disappears once he feels your seed filling his mouth. He closes his eyes and swallows it all up. As your hand drags him back, his tongue gives your tip one final lick, a string of cum dripping onto his chest.

“Is that it?” He asks.

“Of course not. Do you know how much you owe?” Pantalone chuckles and helps Ajax stand up. “You’ll be doing this for a very long time, rookie.”

“That's right.” You wrap your arms around Ajax’s torso and pull him onto your lap. “A couple years at least.” Your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

Ajax throws his head back and moans. A couple years of this sounds like a good deal. Your hands travel around his body, feeling up every inch of him, before landing on his ass. You gently grope him.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Pantalone asks, groping the ginger’s unattended breast. Ajax nods. “Say it.”

“I like– I like it~” He shivers as your cock comes back to life and happily leaks pre cum onto his stomach. You pull away, now he can really see your cock again. He stares at it with hearts in his eyes.

“See that, rookie? That's how deep he’ll be inside you.” Pantalone makes a line with his finger over the tip of your cock. “He's gonna fill you up, right to the brim.”

Ajax moans. You get up, holding him up as you do, and lay him down on the bed. You remove the rest of his clothing as Pantalone sits next to him on the bed.

The banker gently runs his fingers through Ajax’s hair, comforting him as you take his virginity.

“Mm-” He grips the bedsheets. Pantalone licks his lips, watching a bulge appear in Ajax’s stomach. Ajax slightly arches his back. “Big–”

“It hurts?” Pantalone asks. It's obvious from his tone of voice that it turns him on rather than worries him. “Don't worry, rookie..” He kisses Ajax’s forehead, his hand trailing down to grope his tits.

Ajax moans.

“I think he likes that it hurts, Regrator.” You notice a subtle change in the ginger’s expression.

“Is that true, cutie?” Pantalone coos.

“Mhm~” He mewls at the feeling of his nipple getting pinched.

“How about this?” Pantalone squeezes Ajax’s neck, the tag on his collar resting on top of his fingers. His eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I think you should suffocate him with something else.” You wink at the regrator.

“Yeah? What do you think, rookie? You want me to sit on your face?”

Ajax shivers and softly nods. Pantalone smiles and starts removing his clothes. Ajax stares at his superior with curiosity. He's never really thought about it, but looking at him now, Pantalone is definitely his type. Ajax scans his body as the older man adjusts his position, from his hardened pink nipples to the scars beneath his chest and to the trimmed black hair hiding his undoubtedly beautiful pussy. Ajax’s gaze remains fixed on him as he opens his mouth, more than happy to be suffocated by it.

Once you stop moving, Ajax can tell you're completely inside. It still hurts but he doesn't want to wait until it stops. You're on the same page as him and start fucking him.

Pantalone slowly grinds on Ajax’s face, twitching with pleasure from the vibrations of Ajax’s moans. The bed creaks as your thrusts become rougher. You praise him as your hand trails over to his t-dick, making sure he knows how much you appreciate his soft, wet pussy. His body shakes violently as he squirts.

Pantalone feels his own orgasm approaching as he watches Ajax’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He doesn't stop licking the older man’s cunt even as he starts to become overwhelmed and lightheaded. He didn't think sex could feel this good.

“Yes~ like that, Ajax~” Pantalone lets out an airy moan. He slides his fingers through his ginger curls. “Good boy…taking us so well..”

“We should've hired you for this instead of combat. You won't mind if I take him on a ‘vacation’ from work, would you, Regrator?”

“As long as you let me join from time to time.” He puts all his weight on Ajax’s face as he squirts, his slick sliding down his face.

“Of course.” Your orgasm quickly follows Pantalone’s, your seed pumping him full. You watch Pantalone get up and look to see if Ajax is still conscious.

“So good..” He mumbles before passing out with a smile on his face.

[m0rninglatte]

*Hits you with the Ajax art beam and scurrys out the door*

["Waiting In The Storm."]

[rima-niki]

Events head canon times again but with a focus on Ajax and Emmie:

Ajax and Emmie both feel very betrayed and angry after Ronnie not being on their team this season and have both swore to not hold back when and if they see him.

Emmie and Ajax even if you could have called them close before hand are a lot closer this season then any other, being the only ones in their team to have gone through so much together and knows how the other can get because of some things.

They are both always looking out for the other even if it's not always the most obvious

Ajax fears the day they'll wake up and won't be on the same team as Emmie and Ronnie, that Emmie will leave them also

When Ajax gets too frustrated about Rayko being there he goes and rants to Emmie

Emmie puts her wings around Ajax while they sleep, as a dragon she has to protect her horde, and currently that only really includes Ajax (because Ronnie left them)

Ajax and Emmie are very close to becoming QPR for the fun of it and to mess with Ronnie more.

Rayko watches the way Ajax interacts with the others and still sees the person they left behind and regrets it, but not much, he has to get to the people he cares about.

Ajax's can barely stand looking at Rayko

[whosthere54]

ARARARARARRAH

Stuck inside

animated version under the cut, flash warning

[sherbertquake56]

I have so much to say about ajax and rayko after the stuff today—

but first off: [spoiler warning for eod lore bits on 9/7]

i fucking love the idea that Icarixis is just sitting in the world port watching all of it happen, and when rayko goes through the rift Icarixis just like- *pauses the sitcom they’ve been watching*

and just pulls rayko into the worldport like “BRO WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?? YOU LEAVING YOUR BROTHER?? DA FUCK??” 🤨

and then by the end of it is like “fine okay yeah go back to your partners, that does still fix the problem of you being here…” 🙄

and i love that for them

[flameishstudios]

Thinking about how “useless” seems to be Ajax’s version of “failure”

How Rondael keeps on calling them and their machines useless as a way to get under Ajax’s skin,

How Centross would call Icarus a failure in corruption to get under their skin

How Ajax can’t be useless, he can’t because if they’re useless what’s the point in keeping them on the team, what the point in keeping them alive

How Icarus can’t be a failure, they can’t because if they’re a failure then what is the point in loving or caring about them if everything they do is wrong

[whosthere54]

Me when Ajax guys. Did you know

[rima-niki]

They always fall into attached even if they themself made the rule. They're the one who broke it. The care they gain for his teammates in the longer events. The care they show to his new *Teammate*. They broke their rule. And now they don't seem to be able to stop breaking it. They started to care, and now they care more than they ever did for someone they might never see again, for someone they met once, for someone who was there to handicap them.

And yet they couldn't help but also tell Helios about the *house* they made, that they couldn't keep because you can never keep anything, can you, Ajax? Always doomed to lose it all, but yet you win so often, does it even feel like winning for you anymore?

You get attached. You got attached, again. And you lose that attachment just as quickly as you managed to gain it.

There's probably a joke to be made here. Not a funny one, but rather one more ironic probably only we would laugh at.

Maybe there is no joke to be made here, simply a pattern to point out.

Because, try as you might, Ajax; you're easily attached. It's a pattern now, falling into good graces with your teammates, and perhaps falling a little further than intended. You get attached - because in a more permanent world, you can do that. You get lulled so easily into a false sense of security, that those two weeks will last far longer than two, and you'll see those people over and over and over again. You forget that is not your role in this world - and you forget attachments will only leave you hurt.

The beginnings of something *more* than an attachment look you in the eyes and drag you down and tear you apart and you *let them.* You let them - yet you lose them so quickly. The world forcefully averts your eyes and you're alone - and all because you let it drag you down.

To parrot your own words, to paraphrase them, teammates are supposed to be just that. *Teammates.* You're not supposed to get attached, you're not supposed to make friends, and you're not supposed to mourn their loss. (You're not supposed to fall in love.)

Yet you do. You get attached so so easily, Ajax. You just want a rock to hold onto. But in a world like this, you can't have that. And maybe one day, you'll finally realize. You'll finally realize just how bad attachments hurt, in the end, in a world like this. One day. But today doesn't seem to be that day. So, you'll fall into that water of attachment and friendship (and love), and you'll let whatever is under there drag you down deeper and deeper until you can't. get. out.

[beth21303]

I sure have been cooking and making playlists for a couple of sherb versions, so I thought that y'all might want to see them.

Also, I am working on my explanation document for why each song is on each if the playlists, but I am only like halfway through the Icarus playlist, so it will take a bit of time, but it is coming.

Also I did not put either playlist in any sort of order, so sorry bout that. but that would have really time consuming and I would have given up anyways.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hi hii for the prompt event can i request dressing childe/tartaglia in degrading outfit? 🙏🙏 take ur time and thankss ^^

Hiiii it’s been so long since I last saw Childes name in my inbox, hope this is to your liking :>

Dom!reader x sub!childe

Warning: feminisation, teasing, cross-dressing

Anniversary event

“Is.. this really my size?” His awkward laugh echoed from the changing rooms, alongside the flicker of the shoji screen. You reassured him by yelling back, “I’m sure of it, it’s supposed to be a little tight. Are you done? Then come out.” One look and anyone could tell you were getting impatient, tapping your finger on your knee, gaze wandering around the establishment to look for anything interesting.

Despite your clear orders, he still hesitated, this time his hand emerged from behind the rood divider. “Are we alone?” The ginger asked, still mysteriously hiding himself, an act that was very uncharacteristic for him. “Yes, we are still alone, just like ten minutes ago.” You groaned, rolling your eyes at his behaviour. “Haha… right.” Tartaglia answered meekly, running out of excuses to use. The atmosphere was so dry, and so uncomfortable.

This time he really shot himself in the knees. He challenged you to a bet, and instead of you meticulously analysing your chances, you immediately agreed. That should have been enough of a sign, you’d never take on a gamble so quickly except it isn’t one. As things have been planned from the beginning, he lost, and had to obey to whatever conditions you set for him. Great, absolutely fantastic.

But why did your request have to hurt his pride like that? He could barely stand straight without shaking with his knees, and now you want him to expose himself to you? Bloody hell, you were so cruel he could feel himself falling for you all over again.

“Ajax, you really are testing my patience. If you don’t come out now, I’ll-” suddenly he moved the paper wall to the side and walked over to you, sighing defeated, “alright alright, I’m here okay?” Your expression changed for a split second, something like shock grazed your features, before you composed yourself again. He tried to stand normal and unbothered while your eyes scanned over his body, tracing every outline and shadow, devouring every inch of his body.

He felt like a prey being toyed with by the predator, you were making him squirm with that intense stare. That’s why you avoided eye contact, jumped from one foot to the other, and kept doing god-knows-what with his hands. At some point you were fed up and said, “hold still, are you a dancing monkey or what?” Childe could only response with another forced laugh.

As for why you were eyeing him up and down so much, well, simply put, he was wearing woman’s clothing. A qipao in a pretty dark red colour, the shade kind of reminded you of blood. Since the dress was cut to fit the build of a woman, it looked clumsy around his fairly muscular body. And even though it looked out of place, you still thought it was quite attractive. Unlike his usual fashion, the dress showed off his curves and exposed his bare legs, what seems to add to his embarrassment.

“Looks good.” You gave him a short, almost forced compliment. It wasn’t a lie, just you had way more to say than a simple ‘looks good’. “Wow, thanks I guess.” Tartaglia groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Seeing what little effect your praise had, you decided to try again, “I mean it, you look good as a girl, as my woman.” Out of nowhere his body twitched and tensed up, he didn’t answer you verbally but with his body language. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy.

“Are you done gawking?” The male eventually asked, his face and shoulders got painted bright pink. His eyes told you the truth, that he was humiliated, ashamed and yet also excited. “What’s with the rush, can’t wait to show your new look off to the other people?” You teased, and your words immediately got his attention, making his brain ratter, “what do you mean by that?” A smirk plastered your lips, you chuckled amused as you explained, “we are going to have a nice little date night today, and you aren’t going to change until I’m done with you.”

The way the colours left his face, letting him become as pale of a ghost was pretty amazing. He was trying so hard to accept his current situation, his legs were shaking again. “Come on, I already paid for the dress. So let’s put it to good use.” You encouraged him, holding his normal wear in your arms, now he couldn’t even run anymore. It seems there was no way around the straight up shameful act he was going to commit, and as if to add salt to the wound, he felt himself getting hard beneath the skin tight dress~ ♥︎

You walked ahead of him, motioning for him to follow you. All he could do was obey your commands with a sheepish smile, quickly rushing to your side while letting you show him off like your own little pet.