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lemonykoo · 2 years

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what it’s like going to bed with the genshin boys

Includes: Ayato, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Itto, Thoma, Albedo, Scaramouche, Xiao, Zhongli, Venti, Aether

Genre: Fluff! The reader is gender neutral.

Word Count: 170-250ish words each. Some characters are harder to write than others lmao

Notes: Bullet imagine. Nothing suggestive or scandalous lmao. I just find comfort in sleeping amongst all my pillows sometimes and I can’t imagine how comforting it would be to sleep with a pryo vision holder who owns a winery!!! I decided not to do all the younger boys just because these are considered romantic relationships. I also am unsure of how old Gorou is, but I see him as being a bit older than Xingqui or Bennett. If he’s not though and y’all think it’d be best to remove his part from this, I will do so. Sorry for not posting in forever btw. Hopefully I’ll be able to write more and post more since summer break is here! I got excited to post this lol so I apologize if there’s any mistakes or anything. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Ayato:

I think Ayato, with his prestige role in Inazuma, probably seems like he wouldn’t care much for cuddles at bedtime. He’s just too prim and proper for that.

Top secret information, though, he does! He cares so much for them hehe

He just loves it when you curl up next to him, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you so he can rub comforting circles on your abdomen or play with your hair if he wants.

When you wake up in the morning and it’s a bit chilly inside, he just loves it when you get as close to him as you can.

He normally wakes up earlier than you, so while you continue sleeping, he’ll patiently wait for you to wake up so he can give you all the good morning kisses you deserve.

Honestly, after a long day of dealing with Yashiro Commissioner things, he just can’t wait to hold you all night long. Sometimes when he wakes up, he’s already anticipating for the night to come so he can hold you close and tell you how much he loves you.

Childe:

More often than not, he’s not exactly present at home since he’s doing Fatui things. You’ve gotten accustomed going to bed alone, unfortunately.

That’s why Childe is more inclined to spoon you when he finally comes home.

It’ll be the dead of night when he quietly sneaks his way into your little cottage in Snezhnaya. The bitter cold outside was just starting to nip at him, so all he had on his mind was getting in bed with you.

He’d walk into the bedroom with soft footsteps, having already discarded of his boots at the front door along with the rest of his belongings. You’d be fast asleep, as expected, on your designated side of the bed as you snuggled a pillow beside you. Sometimes Childe wondered if you always slept on your side of the bed, hoping each night for his long-awaited return.

Carefully, Childe would climb in bed beside you and wrap an arm around you to draw you closer to him as gently as he could without disturbing you.

It wouldn’t ever take long for him to fall asleep. Between being exhausted after being away on a mission to being in your soft, comforting presence, it was impossible to not drift off into one the best sleeps he’ll ever have.

Diluc:

Chances of you actually going to bed with Diluc at the same time was pretty much half and half. Sometimes he’d be at home and accompany you to bed. Sometimes he’d had to be at Angel’s Share late and you wouldn’t see him until the morning. And then sometimes, he’d go to bed with you, but you’d wake up late in the night to find him gone on some Darknight Hero mission.

(He’d never forgive the Traveler for starting that nickname.)

Because of this, he’d settle for spooning you since if he had to leave, he could do so without bothering you much and when he came back, it would be easy to resume.

The only downside was that when he left, the extra warmth he seemed to radiate because of his vision would leave too, leaving you to get a little cold whenever he left. Normally, this wouldn’t be enough to wake you up right away.

If you did happen to wake up when Diluc was leaving, though, it was hard for him to not stay. He had such a soft spot for you, if you gave him just one little pouty look, he’d be getting back in bed before you could even ask.

Oh, but his cuddles are always the best. In comparison to you, his stature and build is much larger, so it’s like having a nice, bear hug constantly.

It was always a challenge getting up in the morning since neither one of you wanted to leave the other.

Gorou:

You and Gorou are all over each other at bedtime.

You spoon him, he spoons you, he cradles you, you cradle him – it’s just a tossup, honestly. There’s not preference, as long as you two are with each other and comfortable.

He’s normally tired at the end of the day after doing all his general duties, so it’s not hard for him to just find a spot amongst the blankets and pillows with you and be perfectly content.

If it’s within easy reach, yes, you will brush his tail hehe. He acted super embarrassed about it at first, even though you two are dating. He didn’t view you in the same way as Yae Miko on this sort of thing, but he did feel anxious about you knowing this about him! He was okay with you knowing his secrets, of course, but this!! He was a general, for archon’s sake! He couldn’t let people know he enjoyed his tail being brushed!

Well, except you now. Because you knew exactly how he liked it and it was you!! He loves you!! Please, brush his tail!!

Just… don’t tell anyone… for his sake.

Kazuha:

For starters, if you and Kazuha are on a voyage on the Crux, you both just have to squeeze in somewhere to occupy what little space is available on the ship. There was really no set “position” as long as you two could sleep comfortably in those conditions.

However, whenever the ship was docked and you two were staying in Liyue Harbor for a little bit, you could take up as much room as possible!

You two would definitely take advantage of this opportunity and spread out in the inn’s bed as much as you possibly could.

At least he would. Kazuha would sprawl out like a little starfish, with one arm out to the side while the other would be underneath his head and his legs outstretched. The free arm would be your invitation to cuddle him hehe

You’d fill in the space next to him, either facing him or not since both worked just fine. If you faced him, his free arm would wrap around you to hold you to him while an arm and leg of yours would drape across his body. If you faced away, the free arm would just be a little pillow for you and yes, it would definitely be numb in the morning but that didn’t matter! As long as you were happy hehe

Kaeya:

One thing you didn’t expect from Mondstadt’s heartthrob was how punctual he was to bed. Not that Kaeya had a specific bedtime, but if you were going to bed, he was, too. It was endearing, really. You didn’t have to wait up for him and the nights where he wasn’t at home all night, he’d somehow always return right when you were getting ready for bed. He just knows, ya know.

Most of the time, you lay beside him with your head on his chest and an arm around his torso. Kaeya would rate this a 9 out of 10 for reasons he wouldn’t disclose, but you were sure one point was deducted just because he couldn’t easily give you kisses like that.

However, some nights this wasn’t the case. Sometimes, after having one too many to drink that night, he’d find a comfy spot in the bed beside you, wrap his arms around you and rest his head in the crook of your neck.

He’d place sloppy kisses on your exposed skin, chuckling a little to himself for no reason. You’d chide him for drinking too much to which he’d reply with, “You’re so cute when you lecture me,” before hiccupping. “You’re just the cutest,” he’d slur and a soft sigh exhaled across your skin would signal to you that he was finally asleep and wouldn’t be waking up until late the next day.

Itto:

Not exactly sure why, but Itto insists that you sleep on top of him. Not that you’re complaining. It was rather comfortable.

Since your head would be on his chest, you could hear his heartbeat clearly, which always lulled you to sleep very quickly. His arms would wrap around you in a nice hug.

Yeah, good luck trying to get up or leave. Itto was not letting that happen.

And it’s not like you could leave without waking him up. He was a light sleeper, so the slightest move would cause him to stir. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

Your only fear was if he rolled over, which hasn’t happened yet, but you always have that little thought in your head. At this point, it’s just an irrational fear of yours.

Oh, and whereas this sleeping position of y’all’s might warrant some chuckles, the Arataki gang does not even pretend like they’re amused by this.

Itto will definitely challenge them to an all or nothing onikabuto fight. You’re not sure what the “all or nothing” implies, but you know Itto’s pretty harmless, so you assume it’s nothing bad.

At least… you hope it’s not.

Thoma:

Thoma is always exhausted when it’s time for bed! He’s been doing all sorts of stuff for the Kamisato household and now that there’s a new outlander in town, he’s been dealing with that, too.

So when you two are in bed, he clings to you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his head on your chest. He just wants to take it easy before he has to do it all again tomorrow.

On the days where he’s not exhausted and yearning for your touch after a stressful day, the roles are reversed. But when is this man not running all over Inazuma helping out whoever he can?

(And when he is not yearning for you? Hello, this man is head over heels for you!)

Sometimes you wish he’d just sit still and take a day off, but you know that’s not going to happen. No matter how many times you and the Kamisato siblings tell him it’s okay to slow down, he just can’t. But, you have to admit, when he winds down for the night and is all snuggly and warm, you do love those moments just as much as when he’s not falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillows.

And when you play his hair!! Yes, please!! Braid it, tie it up, give him silly hair do’s – he loves it!! Literally helps him get to sleep faster.

Albedo:

Albedo rarely went to bed with you. He’d always be up late, taking notes or continuing an experiment he was working on until it was finished or completed enough to his satisfaction.

The times he would go to bed with you, he’d stay up with his nose deep in a book while you laid at his lap, sleeping peacefully.

The times he wouldn’t go to bed with you, though, would be much different, as expected.

He wouldn’t want to wake you up, since he knew sleep was important (to everyone except him, apparently), so he’d settle for just occupying the space beside you. He’d make no move to touch you, afraid the slightest movement would cause you to stir.

He’d fall asleep with his back to you on the opposite side of the bed, only to wake up in the morning with you spooning him.

Or, on other occasions, he’d wake up face to face with you in the center of the bed, hands intertwined between the both of you.

He had no preference, really, but he was starting to think being spooned was one of the best things in life.

Scaramouche:

Would insist on sleeping back-to-back. You expected as much, but you kind of wished Scara would at least make an attempt at physical affection.

But he did! Just in secret hehe.

He’d wait until you fell asleep to roll over and spoon you and after a while, he’d drape an arm over your torso to hold you closer to him.

Sometimes you’d be awake to witness this and would smile to yourself, not understanding why he couldn’t do this when he thought you were awake. You had been together long enough anyways, so it wouldn’t be a surprise for you to see him affectionate.

Unfortunately, it was starting to be a surprise when he was affectionate since it was so rare. Maybe he was just trying to keep you on your toes…

Nevertheless, you’d both fall asleep like that, and sometime during the night, his hand would slip underneath the shirt you wore to rest comfortingly on your stomach.

You can guarantee that this display of affection would be gone in the morning. He always woke up before you, so by the time you stirred, he’d already be up and out of bed, leaving no sign of any cuddles.

Xiao:

Just trying to get Xiao to sleep with you was a battle. You knew as a yaksha he didn’t need to sleep and he wouldn’t, but just trying to convince him to at least pretend was like talking to a wall.

It wasn’t until you told him that it’d help comfort you at night since you were wary of being alone sometimes. He couldn’t just leave you to yourself then, right?

He was definitely super rigid at first. Not only had he no experience with this sort of thing, he felt awkward being in this position. He settled for just sitting beside you and to make him feel better, you let him (though one day you were going to get him to cuddle you!).

He’d be sitting up, his legs outstretched in front of him while you laid beside him with your head in his lap. For the first couple of weeks, his arms were either crossed in front of his chest or out beside him. But he slowly got comfortable with touching you.

He’d gently stroke your hair as you slept or place a comforting hand on your arm.

The only downside to all of this was if and when he had to leave during the night to protect Liyue. He’d try his best to slip out of the bed as quietly as possible, but he could never do it just right and leave you awake and saying quiet goodbyes to him. Those were always the worst.

Zhongli:

Ideally, Zhongli would like to spoon you when bedtime rolled around.

However, most of the time, you’d end up sprawled across his legs or curled up in his lap as he told you endless stories to help you sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, he enjoyed this just as much. Sometimes he wondered, though, if the reason you always fell asleep during these times was because you thought he was boring. This was not true, as you quite enjoyed his stories.

But, since he’d tell you them when you were sleepy and curled up next to him and his deep voice just gave you a wonderful sense of comfort, you couldn’t help but doze off when he’d tell you some little snippet of Liyue’s history.

The position would be similar to that of you and Xiao’s, though, Zhongli would not be uncomfortable with holding you or running his fingers through your hair. That, and you weren’t exactly always confined to his side. Sometimes you’d laid out across his legs, as said before, in between them, or even just sitting up next to him with your head on his shoulder.

It really didn’t matter to Zhongli, though. As long as you were getting a good night’s sleep, he was content.

Venti:

Just lots and lots of cuddles honestly. You and Venti are just very loving toward each other, so bedtime is just full of cuddles.

It can range from spooning to just holding each other, to whatever y’all are feeling at the moment. I feel like y’all would mostly settle for just holding each other tight, face-to-face so you can pepper kisses on each other cheeks when needed hehe.

(According to Venti, they’re always needed.)

Venti is away a lot due to his free spirit, so when he comes home to you, you both want to spend as much time as possible with each other.

So pretty much you’re both just in each other’s arms until he leaves again.

I think like Xiao, though, when the time to leave comes, it’s always heartbreaking since he can’t even leave without you waking up since you’re both so close and tightly embraced. Sorrowful goodbyes are whispered to each other, and small kisses planted all over your face before he departs.

He never wants to leave, but sometimes he has to. But you know he’ll always be back sometime. The constant breeze flowing through your open windows during all hours of the day lets you know as much.

Aether:

Being Aether’s travelling companion has gotten you used to staying in weird inns and small tents pitched in the middle of nowhere. Before spending your time with him, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to live like this, or even if you were alone. Between Aether’s comforting presence and Paimon’s comedic relief, the otherwise uncomfortable trips were made pleasant to you.

Aether knew you were a bit timid when it came to new places. After meeting you during his stay in Mond, he asked you to accompany him on his travels to other places. You were very apprehensive, since you had never left Mondstadt before. But Aether reassured you that nothing bad would happen to you on his watch, and Paimon said she’d beat him up if he did let something bad happen to you. Nonetheless, you were welcomed to his travelling team with open arms!

With you being so nervous in new areas where danger seemed to lurk around every corner, you couldn’t help but always curl up right beside the blonde when nightfall came around. You’d have your head on his chest and an arm holding him to you – not out of force but out of reassurance he was still there and hadn’t left you.

Sometimes Aether opted to sleep on his side, in which case your head would be underneath his chin and your body close to his, each with an arm loosely around each other.

Sometimes, you’d be embarrassed by your display of affection when the morning came, but Aether’s good morning kisses always reassured you that he enjoys every second of your company.

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thecoolnauta · 9 days

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GENSHIN WITH A TEEN!CREATOR WHO IS LIKE LUZ NOCEDA PART TWO

okay so this is part two and i'm just so dizzy but i'v been ALL THE MAMAHUEVO day thinking about this so yeah

TW: gn reader, teenager reader (ALL IS PLATONIC), some mentions of bullying but not that many, maybe sm angstand a lot of spoilers abut the archons missions, reader calling themselfs "bad boy" but meh

part one :)

So you were running for your life

No, seriously you're running for your life, don't laugh about it again

Some random people with a very ugly green uniform were hunting you like you were some type of a witch of the 1600's because you tried to ask them for directions

People of the town being so mean to you sounds like a frocking fanfic trope

Your weak nerd legs wouldn't handle it anymore, but you still running like they have told you there is a special product of your hyperfixation on sale.

AND! you have an egg

A magic egg, with... shinny shell

Running, running, running, blahblahblah, you almost pass out when you lost them closer to a beach

Pretty view, huh?

You heard their steps and hide behind a big stone, your legs and lap now wet by the crystal water

They left and you stop holding the staff like your life dependet of it.

Oh! that's your reflection, you haven't seen your face in hours

...

THAT'S NOT YOUR FACE

The horns and the black eyes felt like some very creep vision of yourself, but you couldn't get that first impresion of you out of your head.

You looked like something, not like someone

Even though your face looks "correct" now, the feeling of the itchy skin and the fragile organs aren't something you would forget any time soon.

"Well, let's not think about that, this bad boy needs to find any social community or will cry" you jump of the stone and continue walking wherever the wind guides you

Actaully, why does the wind feels like guiding you?

pointpointpoint

WHATEVER PROBABLY YOUR SKIN FELLING TO MUCH LIKE ALWAYS :D

(Venti actually let out a big sigh lol)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY ARE GONE, JEAN?!"

"Why do I feel a deja vu about all this?"

And there they were, the most influent persons of all Mondstadt discussin about this very serious problem to solve... and a bard (who is actually their god but shhh).

"But, what do we do now? We don't have any idea of-" the bard was interrupted by the youngest girl.

"Master Jean, we must ask to the Traveler for more information, that letter is the only thing we have? Amber asked, her frown hidding her tears.

"Sadly yes, Amber. This is the only thing we have to prepare ourself in any case" Jean said, her untied blond hair flying around.

"What do you mean with 'prepare ourself', Jean?" Diluc asked, his leg shacking with anxiety.

"Well" the witch started, avoiding eye contact.

"Aether said... that probably his Guide... the new found god that had been helping us is now..." Kaeya said, walking around the room. Everyone felt his nerves, because they were just as nervous as him. "It's now corporeal"

"What"

"Corporeal, we can touch them, they are now... With us."

Silence filled the room, holding breaths and silent screams are all the winds can reach.

"Master Jean!" Noelle enter to the room, feeling the heavy vibes of the place, still stay with a anxious face.

"What's wrong, Noelle?" she replaid.

"Umh well..." She took a deep breath, letting it all out in a shout with a bow.

"There's a prisioner teenager who scaped from the bouild with rare magic, they don't have any visions and they act like they were from another world, like Traveler!" a quiet and long time pass, slow and slow and- "Okay I'm going, anything you need just say my name."

She leave, then, a loud shout singing the same song was heard in any corner of Monds.

"THE CREATOR!"

I'M SO DIZZY THIS COULD BE A LOT BETTER BUT THAT'S IT BY NOW, TOMORROW I WILL PUBLIC THE PART 3, BYE :)

#genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin sagau #platonic genshin x reader #sagau brainrot

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 5 months

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HEY CHERRY WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤

*taps mic*

HI P1NK!! 🩷

Unsurprisingly, Raindrop. My favourite communication-allergic idiots are always on my mind! Specifically, hcs about how they’re coping with winter (it just snowed here).

I don’t think Rain is coping well - bbg had cold feet in the summer. I think he’s just given up trying to be brave and be considerate to the others by sharing their pet furnace, and Possessive Rain has just kidnapped Dew to be his personal heated body pillow.

Have some Words that ended up being about Phantom instead lol, work is boring today:

Phantom went to see if he could borrow Dew, just for a few minutes, on the third night of sub-zero temperatures. The windows in the Abbey leaked, and the icy draft rattling the panes blew through every room chilling them all to the bone.

Aether's nest had been invaded by four chilly ghoulettes; Sunshine doing her best to keep them all warm but eventually deciding that Aether's room above the warm kitchens was preferable to Cirrus', located at the end of the ghoul wing where the wind whipped around the edge of the building.

Phantom had been stuck to Swiss' side all day like a second shadow, and as they retired to Swiss' room that night Mountain had silently followed. He'd gathered Swiss in his long arms with a shiver, trapping Phantom between them, before promptly passing out. Phantom wriggled against Swiss' warm chest, trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. They pressed their frozen toes to Swiss's calves, giggling when the multi ghoul flinched and hissed in discomfort.

"C'mon Bug, I can't turn up the heat enough for that, I'm not Dew."

Phantom huffed, but moved their feet. "I bet Rain's got warm feet, he's had Dew to himself all week!"

Swiss hummed in agreement, pulling Phantom in tightly and blowing warm breath onto the back of their neck making them squirm, wild hair tickling Mountain's nose. The large ghoul let out a distinctly horse-like snort of displeasure.

Phantom lay there, listening as Swiss' breathing slowed but still wide awake themselves. Even with Swiss plastered along their back, they was so cold. Swiss' internal heat just wasn't enough to keep two other ghouls warm as well. Just as they was considering what quintessence tricks they could employ to make the cold feeling go away, another gust of wind blew howled around the Abbey, racing down the chimney and extinguishing the last of the fire. The room was plunged into freezing darkness.

Oh screw this. Phantom thought to themself, scrambling out of the embrace of their larger packmates who immediately shuffled to fill the space they'd just vacated like a pair of magnets snapping together. They stuffed freezing feet into fluffy slippers, and beelined for the door.

"Dew?" they hissed, knocking on the fire ghoul's door. "Can I come in?"

A noncommittal groan from the other side of the door didn't sound like an outright refusal, so Phantom gingerly pushed the door open. They were greeted with the sight of Rain completely curled around Dewdrop, only a small tuft of his blond hair visible behind Rain's arms. Rain raised sleepy eyes to glare at Phantom without moving his head, and watched suspiciously as they slowly entered the room.

"Err, hi Rain, Dew? You awake in there?" Rain growled lowly as Phantom approached, blue eyes flashing in warning and his arms tightening further around Dew. Phantom raised their hands in mock surrender and kept their distance. A muffled noise from within the nest confirmed that Dew was awake.

"Our fire's gone out, and it's so cold, could you relight it? Please?" Phantom didn't like to disturb him, but knew that they'd never get to sleep in Swiss' freezing room without the fire.

Rain growled again, and snapped his teeth at Phantom at the prospect of relinquishing Dew even for a few minutes. A bony arm freed itself from Rain and floundered comically for a few seconds as Dew tried to make his escape.

"Rain!" he huffed, batting at him where he could reach. "Let me out!"

Another rumble from Rain, his arms tightening like a boa constrictor.

"Sorry kid, doesn't look like I'm going anywhere tonight." Dew said sheepishly. "Get in, your lips are going blue and I can hear your teeth chattering from here!"

Phantom looked warily at the pair of ghouls on the bed, Rain still eyeing them like a snake watching its prey.

"Behave!" Dew admonished, pinching Rain on the fins. The ghoul let out an undignified squeak, before slowly maneuvering to allow Phantom space to join them in the nest. Rain hissed briefly as Phantom's cold body clambered onto the bed, but extended an arm to pull them in against Dew.

As Phantom started to settle and defrost, absorbing Dew's warmth like a parched traveler drinks water, the low growls morphed into rumbling purrs from both ghouls and Phantom finally found themself being pulled towards the sleep that had eluded them all night.

#sorry that got a bit out of hand #em writes #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls headcanons #the band ghost

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wildglitch · 2 months

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How What if...Zombies Spidey gets to the DCU

Here's the second part of this post

This is about how Zombie!Peter (And possibly others) got to the DCU. the third part will be the HC on what he is going to be doing overther, but for now wh need to know how he got there

Also,I accidentally uploaded my original draft for this but it wasn't finished so I had to delete it so I lost all of that writing TnT

-Starting this off with more timeline explanations! Let's goooooooo

Ok so anything that happens on Earth has absolutely no effect on the rest of the universe, that means that all of the guardian movies and Thor Ragnarok happens when they originally did in the OG timeline.

"But Thor and Loki met Strange 3 days before Infinity war" SHhhhhhh, trust and listen. Since Loki really didn't want to deal with his dad, Instead of just sending him to Earth, She sends him to a different reality Earth. How? But studying the space stone of course. Not to mention he spent a good while researching and studying the aether when he was king and before they sent it to the collector. With this in mind, Loki taught himself how to access and travel to different realities (Remember this)

That means that Bruce B. gets back on Earth at the same time he did in the original, in 2018. Infinity war takes place in about a day or so and seeing as Thanos is on Earth by the end of the episode, let's say that the episode takes place over a time period of about 24-48 hours. A weekend if you will.

That, adding onto the fact I made the zombie apocalypse 7-8 months long instead of 1 month changes a few things timeline wise. Not only does it push Ant-Man & The Wasp back many months, It also means that there's a high chance Bucky's brainwashing isn't 100% gone, and that the apocalypse started around a year or so after Homecoming.

Do with that info as you please :D

-What is happening without space friends? Well...

Loki wasnt Fucking Stupid and died like and idiot here!

(Your the god of fucking mischief and yet the only thing you can think to do is a knife?!? A fucking Knife? Not even to the back as has been stated you have done in your own goddamn show, But right in the face where he can very clearly see it you short dumbass!)

N E Ways- Loki did something, yk, smart and joined up with Thanos cause like, Dude the guy was winning! Loki was gonna play a long game and work with him again to get his opening. . .Then they killed his fucking brother! Yeah this has not been a good day for him- He is sent to stalk Earth with the other dudes but he decides to stay on the ship and

Loki looking down at Earth though the ship's surveillance systems: WTF did the mortals do!?!?

Alien helper Loki asked for and somehow got: Would you like to go down there sir?

Loki getting comfortable and changing his clothes into something cozy after a very traumatic day: Norse no, Get me a bigger monitor and some food, I wanna see where this goes.

And then Loki just watches like the agent of chaos he is. (Remember this too)

What about Thor? Well Thor doesn't really die, Loki just sees the explosion of the ship and just assumes. He still teams up with half the guardians and everything still happens like the movie for him until he gets to Wakanda.

AND OH BOY LET ME TALK ABOUT WAKANDA

(The Guardians? Canon. Literally the only difference could be that maybe Peter Q. and Co. die immediately on Titan without the space roadtrip trio.)

-Wakanda? Gone

Okoye Was sent to America and everything went to hell lol.

No but Seriously, The King was gone, Okoye went to look for him, and Wakanda was left pretty defenseless. I say that the country was already compromised before she left, but it only started causing trouble after she left, so she has no clue what happened. the important thing isn't Okoye though, no the important thing is Thor. More specifically, Thor, Rocket and Groot when they get there. I can see 2 things happening.

1-they get infected immediately and all of a sudden you get a Zombified God with an axe walking around with a tree and a raccoon. All there while his brother is watching the man, he thought was dead, truly die. ( he gets the feeling that this is Karma) Or,

2- They fight the Zombies thinking they are part of Thanoses army like total badasses, not knowing what they are fighting or getting infected. All while Loki I absolutely shell shocked watching this from a 5th monster mouth agape. (Ones watching visions base with the king and witch, Twos watching the group trying to get to the base, Threes watching some old guy sitting in a park absolutely unbothered, And Forths could be the other dead people from the last post, idk, the separate continuity for the AU gets a mention lol)}

Loki in ver. 1: Absolute depression

Loki in ver. 2: Slacked jawed as he watches his brother be a complete dumbass

-So, How did they he skip dimension?

Well everything from the episode happens the same. Maybe a bit more emotional because they are closer, but every one we see die, Dies. Why? Uhh duh, angst and plot potential, why else?

and its, Everyone one we see die. Let me explain. Anyone we see get turned or killed on screen, It's death. If a character dies off screen but the situation is bad and impossible for said person to get out of, it's death. BUT, if a character is killed off screen but theoretically they could escape, they can live.

Ex For this rule: Happy is hit by a speeding car off screen that implies death= Death, Reason? He's a normal dude T'Challa is hit by a speeding car off screen that implies death= Can Live, Reason? He has the powers of the Black Panther

You Got That? cool. with that in mind, and what I can remember atm, this is the list of people who live

Peter P.- Scott L.- King T'Challa.- Bruce B.- Bucky B.- Rocket R.- Groot-Thor- Loki. Igs, if you want the guys from the more hero’s Idea to be here then you can add them ig. That's the list of survivor a

(Why aren't there more women? Idk, take it up with Disney for killing all of them)

Why these guys? Simple. Cause they all are on Earth

-Loki, being a god, takes a look at Zombie Thanos and thinks "Oh no...Oh Hellas no" And decides to do something about it.

Seriously, You expect me to believe that anything other stone then the space and reality one can send them to another reality? No, I don't think so. And who did I say studied and used these stones before? hmmm? So my proposition for you today is simple. take our god Loki with his obsession with the space stone and have him cast a spell to have every living being on the planet left, come with him to whatever other reality he's taking them to. and thus the crossover commences.

-Peter and the others are now screwed.

They all travel and end up at the same place they were in their original universe. (Omg I just realized Loki could end up at the watchtower lol)

They could be in different realities, but they all are in the same position they were before traveling

Peter: Is on plane before Dimension hopping

Peter: falling to his death after dimension hopping

Peter: Paink!

And then they get split up...hurray!

That's the end for this post. The other will be more focused on Peter But we needed This one as a way to get to the next world. Will I change some stuff? Sure, maybe later, But for now I'm pretty tired and I don't have much else to do at this point.

With that said, I hope you enjoyed this post and let me know what you think

#peter parker #mcu #dcu #crossover #fanfic #au #au idea #loki laufeyson #more info #send asks #zombie au #zombie apocalypse #what if #wiz!au

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evevoli · 6 months

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original story concept: flight feathers (working title)

aka me shoving my new OCs in everyone's faces for a few minutes. low and behold, my gang of losers:

from left to right: Phoenix, Selene, Helios, and Killian

so a wayward beam of divine insanity lightning struck me about four months ago in the form of the first genuinely coherent original story idea i've had in... basically forever and i am finally crawling out of my mad ornithologist lab to talk about it, if only so i have something to point to when i start tagging random innocuous text posts with the names of characters no one's ever heard of. this project is perhaps the most self-indulgent Autism Fueled venture i have ever gone on and it is so fun actually

the basic gist of the story is that local Teenage Bird Hater Selene accidentally gets isekai'd to a Greco-Roman/baroque-inspired city on a floating archipelago hidden in the clouds, inhabited by bird-worshipping winged people. there she befriends a strange one-winged fortune teller named Phoenix, who takes her in while she looks for a way back down to earth.

as a certified Bird Disliker(tm) for reasons she will absolutely not disclose, the idea of being trapped in this city with its strange bird-entrenched culture has got to be Selene's personal hell. but she's already made a few good friends and is learning a lot, so hey... if you ignore the castle surrounded by doves looming off in the distance, and the general poor sentiment surrounding corvids, maybe it's not such a bad place to be after all.

...until it turns out the King himself might have it out for her, much to the dismay of his son and loyal knight, Prince Helios and Captain Killian.

there is. A Lot more to it than that lol—and at least like 8 more characters i haven't gotten to drawing yet—but there's your elevator pitch. to explain the world a bit more, everyone has bird wings to fly with, their own Bird Familiars(tm), and rides around on pegasi and different species of griffin. the world consists of little islands connected by bridges, with the city developed vertically, and sort of resembles a fusion between the Aether mod in Minecraft and Zephyr Heights in MLP G5.

and now the most important thing, the Closeups

some notes:

Selene is transfem :), Helios is transmasc only because i tried giving him curled ram horns and got so frustrated trying to draw them i just gave up and gave him the ewe ones instead

Selene is a Wolf Kid and really vibes with the lyrics to Angel of Darkness on a personal level

Helios's wings are weak and undersized so he can't take off or fly for very long on his own

i like to consider Helios my personal challenge to design the most unapologetically cringe and archetypal character ever. i am going to make a character that is so sad little loser prince. kicks him

Phoenix is a childhood nickname, Killian is just a shortened form of Achilles. Phoenix absolutely hates his birth name. Killian is ambivalent towards his

Phoenix lost his left wing in an accident that changed the trajectory of his life forever teehee :3c

the little blue jay is named Celeste, the crow is Peanut, and the tawny owl is Athena :)

and that is all i shall reveal in this post >:) this idea has been rotting my brain from the inside out for months now so don't hesitate to shoot me an ask if you're wondering about anything :]

#so nervous finally posting this stuff lol #flight feathers #evff #<- that is the best general tag i can think of 💀 trying hard not to spam a fandom with a certain acronym here im so sorry #selene ff #helios ff #phoenix ff #killian ff #original story #my art #ev.post #oc tag

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ticklygiggles · 10 months

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Heroic Feat | Scaramouche & Elise (commissioner's oc)

A/N: Last commission for @thornoisdono! Thank you very much for your kind support and patience! I hope you enjoy this!

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written and I don't think I'll do such thing again LOL jasnjsf

Summary: Scaramouche is in a stupid mission with the traveler, but they somehow end up separated and Scaramouche has a very interesting encounter.

Words: 7k

Where the heck was Aether?!

This was so frustrating. Seriously, Scaramouche only took his eyes off Aether for one second, he simply looked behind him when he felt a presence following them, but when he turned back around to tell Aether about it, the traveler was no longer there, not even his little fairy. Were they taken by the presence Scaramouche felt earlier?

He hated this. He knew this was a bad idea as soon as Lesser God Kusanali told him about it. Why did he have to accompany Aether, the traveler who had conquered four, (or more), regions of Teyvat by his own, to this stupid mission? Of course this was one of Lesser God Kusanali's attempts to help him redeem himself for what he had done in the past, and, even though Nahida wouldn’t admit it right in front of his face, this was also to make him socialize and start to feel a bit more… human?

He couldn’t deny that he felt a certain warm sensation swirling inside his chest knowing that Nahida actually worried about him so tenderly; it felt nice and actually motivated him in certain way to be better, so she could feel proud of him- but those were thoughts he wouldn’t dare to say to anyone, not even to Nahida herself. Thoughts that he wouldn’t even think in that moment if it weren't because, out of wanting to make Nahida proud, he had agreed to come on this stupid expedition with Aether and now they were both lost.

Scaramouche sighed heavily, looking from right to left, hoping to find a single clue that would tell him where Aether had gone, but he couldn’t even find one of his long golden hairs. Had Aether been swallowed by the earth? He wouldn’t doubt it taking in consideration the place they were in. The Wanderer wasn’t exactly sure if they were still in Teyvat, he never knew of such lands like these, so far away from any civilization.

Every few moments, he would think that they were in Liyue, if the amber rocks meant anything, but then he would catch a glimpse of a Windwheel Aster that made him think that they were, in fact, in the City of Freedom. However, he would think twice after seeing an Onikabuto bug climbing up a tree surrounded by Rukkhashava Mushrooms and Padisarahs.

That place was nothing Scaramouche had seen before and it made him feel worried about Aether and his fairy. Were they caught by an unknown monster? Did they fall into an underground trap? Did they get sucked into a domain? Were they kidnapped?

Worse still, what was Buer going to say when Scaramouche told her that not only had he lost the traveler and his little friend, but that they were…

Scaramouche shook his head with a growl. The best decision was to go ahead; clearly the traveler was not going to disappear off the face of the earth so easily, was he? Scaramouche would eventually find him and then they could pick up that stupid book they came looking for and they would leave as soon as possible. This place was more than Scaramouche could bear and he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

But things never go the way you want and he realized that when, after having passed a dense wall of bushes, a giant mansion stood right in front of him. He fought the urge to groan; if Aether wasn't in there, then he was gone forever.

Sighing heavily once more, Scaramouche reluctantly headed towards the mansion. He had never seen architecture like it, they were definitely not in Teyvat anymore.

He couldn't tell exactly what that mansion was. A house? A church? He had never seen such a construction, but for a moment he thought that a certain blond architect he knew would have liked to see this.

The closer he got to the building, the better he could appreciate every detail. This building had a very distinctive ornate style, it seemed that the entire structure was made of stone, vines climbing up the walls made it look like an abandoned place.

Ahem…

The sloping roofs, for some reason, gave him a headache and the towers and chimney seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky and it seemed as if, on a small flat part on the roof, there was some kind of garden, protected by metal with intricate designs that even Scaramouche thought looked pretty.

He had never seen so many windows in one single structure, there were more windows in this mansion than walls. The arches of the windows were perfectly rounded or rose to a small point and he could see a glass door in a balcony, also with a perfectly rounded arch and a strange pattern just above. Was it some kind of crest?

Before he knew it, he was already standing in front of the door and was surprised to see that even on the wood of the door frame, it could be seen pretty patterns of flowers, leaves and more shapes that all together made it really something exquisite to see. Scaramouche fought the urge to caress the details with his fingertips.

Up close, the mansion was huge. No matter how much he craned his neck back, he never seemed to be able to see the top of the mansion.

Did he really need to knock on the door? Perhaps he could only get in? Yet again, this was a strange place, what if he activated some kind of mechanism when he opened the door? He did a quick inspection with his eyes, and it certainly didn't seem any different from a common door.

Barging in would be. He lifted one of his legs, feeling the air around him wrap around his calf and swirl under the sole of his shoe, just as he was about to kick the beautiful door open, it opened of its own accord and Scaramouche held his breath, surprised to see someone right in front of him.

A young lady smiled dangerously at him, behind her red lips two sharp fangs peeked out and Scaramouche realized at that moment that they were definitely not in Teyvat. He had never seen a… person with fangs this long and sharp, countless beasts, of course, but never a human unless, of course, this girl in front of him was not a human.

Her long violet hair almost reached her heels and the ends of it ended in small curls that bounced slightly with her movements. Her clothing was… eccentric and he reminded him a little of the type of clothing La Signora used to wear, but he quickly shook off that memory and tried to tear his eyes away from all of this girl's exposed skin.

Her shirt fell open, exposing her clavicle and much of her chest. Her dress hugged her figure so much that Scaramouche felt a little suffocated just looking at it. The skirt of her outfit ended a little higher than the middle of her thighs and her legs were clad in long stockings that reached mid-thigh, garter belts hugging the top of her legs, disappearing under her skirt.

She had a lovely face and her large eyes shone with a strange reddish color. Her whole person exuded 'danger', from the twinkle in her eyes, the mischievous smile on her lips, and that overly confident stance. The alarms in Scaramouche's brain began to ring and he thought that this was the only person who could hold Aether and Paimon captive. He at least had found the culprit.

"Like what you see?"

The girl's voice snapped him back to reality and he arched an eyebrow as he lowered her leg and crossed her arms over her chest, dissatisfied. The girl laughed, and it seemed to Scaramouche that her laughter sounded like little bells ringing all at the same time. Annoying.

"Well," she continued, looking Scaramouche up and down. "I see you're not from around here either, right?" She cocked her head like a confused bird. "That blonde boy and his floating pet looked just as weird as you.” Scaramouche could tell she was trying to taunt him, make him react with her words, but he remained expressionless, an almost bored expression on his features, but that didn’t stop her. “From their clothes to the way they talked and, well, you don't see a child flying around every day, do you?"

Well, it was clear that she had seen Aether and Paimon around, and Scaramouche was almost certain that she had them captive, perhaps in a secret room inside this huge house?

“Where are they?” He spat, hoping that the girl would actually tell him Aether’s location so they could finally leave, but of course, things weren’t going to be that easy. He felt terribly tired.

Her whole face lighted up and she let out a soft, excited gasp. “Ah, so you can talk! And what a nice voice you have! What is your name? I am Elise!”

“I do not care about that. Tell me where they are.”

Elise smirked, glancing at him with a humorous look, an eyebrow arched. “Now now, that’s not very nice, is it? That’s how you treat someone you just met?”

“No. Worst.”

He did not like this situation at all, as their bickering continued, Elise seemed to get more and more excited; she looked tremendously happy and dangerous all at the same time. It made Scaramouche feel uneasy in so many ways. For a moment, he thought this whole situation was the most interesting thing that had happened to her in a long time. She was like a hungry beast, now that she had had a taste of a delicious meal, she was not going to stop eating it until it was completely finished. Scaramouche winced.

Lesser God Kusanali… do you really need that stupid artifact?

“I don’t have time for this,” Scaramouche said, taking a step forward. “Tell me where they are right now or else I’ll-

“I’m a vampire, you know?” She interrupted him and Scaramouche frowned. “I can suck your blood until you’re nothing but an empty vessel. Useless and pathetic. Writhing like a worm with these,” she pointed at her bangs, “sunk into your skin. Sounds fun to me, what about you?”

Scaramouche bared his teeth. “I don’t care who or what you are,” he said, looking her up and down. “If you don’t tell me where they are, I am going to kill your right here and now and I will destroy-

“Tch, tch, tch.” She shook her head, a fake sad expression overtaking her features. “You have such a nasty mouth. You don’t tell me your name and then you threaten me?” She sighed, shaking her head. “What a shame, with that terrible attitude of yours I certainly can’t help you get to your little friends you worry so much about!”

He fought the sudden warmth wanting to spread over his cheeks. They weren’t… his friends. He had no friends, the only thing he could ever have were enemies and many of them. He’s done so many outrageous things, he was not one worth of friendship. He did not wish to meddle with those weak foolish creatures that Nahida fervently wished he had some connection with. Having any type of feelings towards expirable beings, changing emotions, who did not know how to measure the magnitude of their words- no. Scaramouche wanted nothing to do with them… and yet, a question was asked in his head, a question he dismissed immediately, but settled in the middle of his chest.

Could Aether ever see him as a friend? Could this traveler stop being alert around Scaramouche all the time and start enjoying spending time with him just because?

Hah, ridiculous.

This was no time to think stupid things, it was clear that Elise was tempting him, she could hear in her voice the desire to make some kind of deal with him. He didn't like the idea, but if it had to be that way, then so be it.

“Unless, of course…”

There it was.

“What do you want?” He asked, knowing from the beginning that he was going to despite anything she said to him.

Elise giggled, covering her mouth with one of her hands before catching a strand of long hair and twirling it around her long fingers. “Well, you’ll see… You are not a human, right?” She sent a glance to him and Scaramouche stiffened a little, feeling strangely vulnerable.

“So what?” He barked, squinting his eyesa and Elise lifted her hands, showing both her palms.

“I’m just curious,” she said with a big grin. “I'm usually pretty good at deciphering the species of all the creatures I come across, but you... what are you?” She squinted and stared at Scaramouche's face as if the answers for her questions would magically appear on his forehead. “So, I would like to do some… tests on you, nothing too intense, I promise. I just have a feeling that you’ll refuse to tell me exactly what you are, so I’ll have to find out by myself!”

A certain unpleasant sensation tightened his chest, but Scaramouche didn’t show any discomfort, on the contrary, he chuckled and shrugged. “I’ve been tested plenty of times before.” For the first time Scaramouche saw something else flash in Elise’s eyes besides mischief, perhaps a bit of surprise? “I surely can take whatever you want to do, but I will only accept if you tell me where-

She rolled her eyes, now showing disgust. “Yes, yes yes, I will. Aish, you really like those two huh?”

Scaramouche scowled, “I do not. They’re under my care, that’s why.”

“Oh, poor things. Now I feel bad for them,” she cooed and Scaramouche sent her a nasty look, making her laugh.

Elise welcomed Scaramouche into her home and she babbled a little about the construction and everything related to every single detail in the huge mansion. Scaramouche barely paid any attention and he simply nodded and hummed here and there, but he knew Elise knew he wasn’t listening, she just enjoyed talking and would continue even if Scaramouche was unconscious.

That awkward sensation was still swirling within him. Making him somehow nauseous. He thought that Buer would probably feel a little sad knowing that someone experimented on him, especially after past events, so he would probably leave that part out once they returned and she asked him for a verbal report. Thinking about her big eyes glowing with excitement made him feel a little less sick. He hoped this could end soon.

“Here we are!”

He never thought there would be some kind of laboratory inside this mansion, but there it was. Exceptionally cold and terribly equipped with bottles filled with colorful substances and tools that he didn’t even want to know what they were used for. In the middle of the lab, there was some kind of bed that looked far from comfortable, four little versions of beds sticking from three sides, those were for the arms and legs, Scaramouche knew and he made his way to it without even blinking an eye.

“Oh, how did you know- oh.” For once she closed her mouth and the air was suddenly filled with awkwardness, Scaramouche let out a breath through his nose, a soft humorless chuckle that made Elise turn a little pink. “A-Anyways, yes. Lay down right there.”

She didn’t need to tell him as he was already laying down, getting himself as comfortable as he could as his limbs spread over the extensions of the bed and he couldn’t help but tense a little when Elise was suddenly by his side, studying him with her eyes, he could see excitement brimming on them. She smiled brightly and quickly dragged a wheeled side table close to the bed Scaramouche was in. He saw some tools and he winced slightly.

“Are you not going to tie me?”

Elise was surprised by his sudden question and he arched a brow, urging her to answer.

“I won’t,” she said, perhaps a little too serious, making Scaramouche feel slightly uncomfortable. “I don’t plan to do anything too crazy on you, you know?” She said, scribbling on a worn out notebook. “Just a few examinations.”

“Mhm, whatever. Get to it quickly.”

Elise rolled her eyes, but she went into action right away. From head to toe, Scaramouche was carefully examined.

“Your resistance to pain is actually amazing,” she said, writing on her notes. “I hope it wasn’t too terrible.”

Scaramouche shrugged, he wasn’t even sweating. “Are you done?”

“Hmm, I just want to keep checking the sensitivity of your skin,” she said, quickly sending a glance to all the spots where she could see Scaramouche’s bare, milky skin. “I already saw how good you are at tolerating pain, those tests weren’t as bad either, were they?”

She smirked playfully and Scaramouche wanted to whine. Was it really worth it to do this for Aether? In the end that traveler would know how to get out on his own, Scaramouche could just wait for him sitting comfortably on a rock or on a tree branch, right? Lesser god Kusanali would not even know that he-

“Haa!” A sudden gasp escaped him as he heavily jerked his leg away from the touch of her icy fingers. “What the hell are you trying-

Elise giggled, “well, that was certainly a good reaction. Did that tickle?”

Tickle?! Scaramouche widened his eyes. Oh no. It hadn’t been long since he was forced to find out that he was, much to his absolute embarrassment, extremely ticklish, or at least, way more ticklish than what he liked to admit. His mind still couldn’t wrap around the idea of him being so sensitive to some stupid light touches to his skin.

And oh, how much he hated it when the traveler decided to ambush him with those wiggly fingers digging under his arms or squeezing that terrible spot on his inner thighs- no matter how many times Aether would say he looked rather happy and like he was enjoying himself, of course he was not enjoying himself. Not in the slightest… he liked to say that, but he couldn’t deny that that overwhelming sensation, that always made him felt breathless and so out of control, also made him feel light and human and something warm always spread inside his chest when he could see, (through teary eyes), that Aether always looked so happy while he was reducing him into a laughing, cackling mess.

He always smiled kindly, not like he was trying to make Scaramouche suffer some kind of torture, but just like he wanted… to have fun with him, even that little flying thingy, always so weary around Scaramouche, looked she was having fun with him, telling Aether where to tickle him next and giggling like a kid as she heard Scaramouche laughing his head off.

But he would always say that he hated it, especially around this girl!

“Oh? Are you very ticklish?” She teased, and Scaramouche bit the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from laughing when her fingers wiggled against his knee, his body, however, acted by instinct and his leg jerked away again. She laughed, “oh heavens, we’re gonna have so much fun!”

“Do not do this,” he warned, scowling at her. “I let you do your little stupid experiments on me already, so now you should stop this and-

“I did say,” she started, interrupting him for the umpteenth time that day, “that I was going to tell you about your little friend’s whereabouts after I did my tests and I haven’t finished them,” she said, looking at him with a glint in her eyes. “So, are you going to take it or are you going to go and try to find them on your own?”

Scaramouche wanted to growl at her. Was she saying that he had to endure being tickled by her just so he could know where the hell were Paimon and Aether? That was ridiculous! Why did he have to put up with that humiliation just for the sake of the traveler? Yet again… would Aether be upset if Scaramouche didn’t help him out? Nahida most definitely would. Besides, what would they both say if they ever found out that he couldn’t save Aether because he couldn’t stand some stupid tickling?

That was even worse still!

Scaramouche huffed, looked at Elise and nodded, making her squeal and clap excitedly.

“Good choice you’ve made, dear stranger!” She said, putting her notebook and pencil aside, causing Scaramouche to feel a wave of nervousness rushing through him. “I think we should start here,” she said, moving to the end of the kind of bed where Scaramouche was laying. “I really don’t understand your weird outfit at all, but aren’t you cold having your toes all uncovered like this?”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. “You are one to talk about weird outfits, have you seen your s-sehehelf? A-Ack!”

“Hey! What do you mean by that? I look glorious in this outfit, you’re just jealous. And no holding back! Can’t you see I’m trying to see your reactions? So don’t keep yourself from laughing!”

Scaramouche whined as he curled his toes, she had undone his sandals rather quickly and now was scribbling her fingers up and down his soles. It tickled so bad, and Scaramouche wanted to laugh already, but would he give her the gratification to see him laughing already? Probably yes, because he wanted this to stop quickly.

“Nnghh– stahahap!” Ugh he hated to giggle! He gripped the edges of the bed and tried to keep his feet as still as he could, but when her long fingers scratched under his toes, he couldn’t help but jerk his feet away with a loud laugh. “I sahahahaid stahahap!”

“And I’m telling you not to move or else I’ll have to start all over again!” She said and even though she wanted to sound threatening, there was laughter mixing in her voice. “Hmm, toes seem to be very sensitive, right under them?”

Scaramouche squeaked as she continued to tickle under his toes. The scritch-scratch of her fingernails against his sensitive skin was making impossible the task to keep his feet still. That was, indeed, one of his weakest spots and she found it so quickly! Her nails scribbled against the balls of his feet, focusing on that protruding bone on the side of his foot, near his big toe that had him throwing his head back with louder laughter.

His arches weren’t any better and when she reached them, he moved his feet away with a cackle, quickly putting them in place again so she could continue her stupid tests.

“Oh goodness, I can’t tell what spot in your feet is more sensitive! You’re just so ticklish!”

Scaramouche felt warmth spreading across his cheeks, burning around his ears and traveling all the way down to his neck. He knew he was ticklish, was it too necessary to be reminded about it?! Was she going to keep tickling him until she found his weakest spot on his feet? Might as well help her out.

“Ihihit’s uhuhundeheher my tohohoes- ahahaha!” That was a bad idea after all.

“Right here? Right underneath? Look how you try to curl your toes! Does it tickle that-

“It dohohohoes!” Scaramouche growled between loud laughs. “Juhuhust mohohove ohohon!”

Elise laughed, but she kept tickling Scaramouche there until he was laughing nearly in hysterics and almost kicking her right in the face. When she finally stopped, Scaramouche heaved his weight back into the uncomfortable bed, breathing heavily and trying to move his fingers that had gone stiff from gripping the bed with nearly all his strength.

“Are you good there?” Elise asked. “Need some water or something?”

Scaramouche shook his head. “J-Just keep going. I want to finish with this soon.”

Elise chuckled, moving now to Scaramouche’s legs. “Is that so? I thought you were enjoying it.”

If it was Aether then maybe, but– no, no, no, no! What is he even thinking about right now?! Ah, he really hoped Nahida would be really happy and proud of him when they finally made it out of here.

“Okay, let us continue.” Elise’s voice made him jump a little and Scaramouche flinched slightly, making her giggle. “Maybe I’ll tickle you here next,” she said, her hands hovering over his thighs and knees.

Scaramouche couldn’t help but widen his eyes. He so desperately wanted to tell her to not tickle him there, but he knew any plea would fall into deaf ears, if anything, he thought she’d be even meaner if he admitted that that was, in fact, his most ticklish spot. He sent a quick glance to Elise and tightly shut his eyes when he saw her smirking at him. He could handle this, he could handle this. He just needed to laugh as hard as he could to give her what she wanted and this experiment would be over, he just–

“EEEEK!” A loud, surprised shriek escaped his lips when, instead of feeling her fingers digging into the sensitive muscles of his thighs, they latched to his hips and squeezed at his flesh in the most ticklish way possible.

Scaramouche tipped his head back with loud laughter, his arms embracing himself as his knees moved up, trying to protect his hip bones. He squirmed and shook, but Elise easily followed him as if her hands were glued to his body.

“I think I’ll leave your thighs for later,” Elise said with laughter in her voice as she clawed at Scaramouche’s hips. “I have a feeling they’ll be very fun to tickle!”

“N-Nohohoho! Gahahaha! Stahahap!”

“You know,” she said, her hands moving to wiggle at his lower stomach. “It is pretty hard to tell where you are the most ticklish when you’re this ticklish all over.”

Scaramouche shook his head, embarrassing giggles making his body shake as she vibrated her fingers in that space between his hips. “Yohohu juhuhust sahahaid you wahahanted totestmysensitivity– stahahahap!”

Elise nodded, “I want to check your sensitivity, but I also need to make a map of all of your good spots to see if they are related in any kind of way.”

That didn’t make any sense, and by the playfulness mingling in her voices, Scaramouche knew that she knew she was talking nonsense, but he could barely pay any mind as the maddening sensation was making him laugh and giggle so hard. By now, he could only focus on her fingers tickling him all over.

She grew bored of his sweet giggles soon and Scaramouche squeaked when he felt her hands moving upwards towards his belly, sneaking under his tunic to have better access to all of his torso. Elise scribbled her fingers against his tummy, making him arch his back with bright giggles as he embraced himself tighter, trying to stop himself from pushing her hands away. The fabric of his black undershirt was not helpful at all for it only made it easier for her fingernails to scratch at the sensitive skin of his stomach.

Scaramouche didn’t hold back any sound, not wanting to make her tickle him for longer than necessary, so his squeaks, shrieks, giggles and laughs came out freely, embarrassing him to the core, especially that stupid high-pitched sound he let out when she circled his belly button before dipping a single finger in, wiggling it around until she made him snort.

Elise gasped, “snorting already? I’m barely starting, though!” She said, fanning her fingers out to grab a hold of Scaramouche’s lower sides, her thumbs sinking into the sides of his stomach. “Your stomach seems very ticklish, but it’s not as bad as your hips, right?” Scaramouche simply nodded. “Yes, I see. So far your feet are still in first place, your hips in second, but let’s see how I can bring out more of that loud laughter of yours.”

Scaramouche whined between laughs as she started to squeeze her way up his sides towards his ribcage. Once there, his laughter turned a tad bit more desperate and he unconsciously tried to wrap his arms around his ribs, but she stopped him.

“Nuh-uh! You can’t do that, you’ll mess up my testing!” Scaramouche growled, but he quickly moved his arms away and back to where he was gripping that bed earlier, but Elise stopped him again. “I think over your head would be better.”

Scaramouche gasped, shaking his head. “Ahahahare you crahahazy?! I cahahan’t!”

Elise shrugged, a smirk on her lips as her fingers came to a stop. “If you can’t, then I’ll have to stop and you’ll never know where your little friends are. It’s up to you, handsome boy.”

He whined. Oh, he really hoped Nahida welcomed him back with a great banquet or something. Trembling and with his body begging him not to do it, he raised his hands above his head, his hands holding tightly at the upper edge of the bed, he took a deep breath and looked up at Elise.

“Thehere, are you happy now? You better finish this up quickly or else I- AHAHAHA!!

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said as her fingers started to claw at his exposed ribs. Scaramouche arched his back and kicked his legs, tears of laughter were already prickling at his eyes. “You keep threatening me, how mean!”

“You keheheep dohohoing so too– Ahahaha! Wait! Wahahahait!”

She didn’t know, but Scaramouche could positively howl with laughter if someone were to tickle his ribs one by one, he had found this out thanks to Aether, of course, so he couldn’t help but grow desperate when he felt her nimble fingers rubbing deep circles to both of his lowest ribs.

“I cannot wait, sorry,” she said, with no regret in her voice. “But, hey, I wonder how many ribs you have. Do you have any more or less?”

Scaramouche shrieked, shaking his head. “I hahahave twenty-fohohour! Twehehehenty- nahahahaha!”

And so, the counting started, and as Scaramouche expected it, Elise lost count many times, claiming that he was moving too much, even when he was doing his best to not squirm so she could finish soon. How much he hated his stupid ribs, why did they have to be so damn ticklish? And why did Elise have to focus the most on those ribs that made him laugh like a mad man? The eighth ribs, counting from bottom to top, were Scaramouche’s weakness, along with the highest ones, close to his underarms, and it didn’t take Elise long to figure that out, her fingertips clawing into the sensitive skin.

“Whoa, your ribs really are ticklish!” She said, giggling as Scaramouche nearly lost his mind. “I think- hey!” Scaramouche’s arms came flying back down to wrap around his ribs, trapping her hands right against his most sensitive set of ribs. “Now, lift your arms! You were doing so well!”

Scaramouche gasped, shaking his head before throwing it back with shrieking laughter.

“Ahahahare y-you ahahaout of your mihihihind?!” He laughed, jolting with a squeak when he felt her fingers massaging into his poor ribs, driving him up the wall. “I cahahan’t!”

“I’ll have to stick here, then,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, a bright smile curling her lips as a soft blush covered her cheeks. “I wonder how crazy I can drive you with just tickling your ribs? They seem plenty sensitive already.” It was a miracle that Scaramouche could hear her over his laughter. “Hey, I wonder, are you getting any more ticklish the more I tickle you here?”

There were only two options: say yes and hope that she will stop for a moment to let him catch his breath or say no and suffer the consequences of his stubbornness. For Scaramouche, the answer was quite clear.

“YEHEHES! Yehehehes, plehehase!”

“Oh, poor you.”

As much as he wanted to act tough and unfaced by it, he honestly was just too ticklish and he needed a break, so he was glad when Elise did stop, even though her words made him think that she wouldn’t. She pulled her hands away from his body and placed them behind her back, perhaps to give him the assurance that she wouldn’t start right away.

Scaramouche gulped in air, his body going limp into the uncomfortable bed. He was sweating already, his clothes were askew, his tunic falling off one his shoulders, his hair was messy and a deep blush covered his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He was shaking slightly, his nervous system vibrating after all of that stimulation. He hoped Elise would tell him that that was all, but he knew it wasn’t. She hadn’t even gotten his worst spot and she surely looked excitedly at that tiny crevice between his chest and arm, letting him know that she really wanted to tickle him under his arms.

How long has it been? He felt like he had been there for days, his mind feeling a little funny, like his brain was short-circuiting, his body was tingling all over and he just couldn’t erase the forced smile upon his ribs. Ugh, really! Why did he have to grow fond of Aether and Paimon?!

“I think you can raise your arms now, right?” She suddenly said, now that Scaramouche was breathing a little more easily, her voice making him jump slightly. “I think you can raise your arms now, right? We still have some spots to go and, I’ll just let you know, I didn’t leave any water or food for your cute friends.”

Scaramouche whined deep inside himself. His underarms were already driving him crazy with phantom tickles, he was one hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t be able to stand tickling down there, not even a single poke, but even so, he swallowed thickly and started to unwrap himself from his self embrace.

Elise giggled and he was a little thankful when she took a step back. He felt so stupid lifting his arms above his head, grippin the edge of the bed again. His arms were trembling so hard and it took him a whole minute to lift them completely to expose himself, but the worst definitely was the fact that laughter was bubbling in his chest already.

Elise seemed to notice as she laughed. “Are you nervous now? Don’t worry, you’ll have lots of fun.”

Scaramouche growled. “Just s-start already! You just keep- AHAHAHAHA!”

She seemed to love that. Start tickling him when he was mid sentence. His arms came down miserably as soon as her fingers dug into his hyper ticklish armpits, her hands sneaking past his tunic and touching his skin directly thanks to the sleeveless undershirt he wore. He arched his back and pressed his arms as tightly as he could against his sides, but her fingers still wiggled and pinched at his skin. He was nearly in hysterics, tears of laughter rolling down the sides of his face and into his hairline. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything else that wasn’t the intense sensation rushing through him.

And this was not even his most ticklish spot.

Oh, Lesser Lord Kusanali, have mercy on him.

“Oh heavens,” Elise said with laughter in her voice. “Aren’t you just too ticklish for your own good?”

Scaramouche didn’t know this, (and he would be glad to never know this), but he was a delight to tickle. Maybe that was the reason why Aether enjoyed doing so so much. His ticklishness was ridiculous, but at the same time so adorable. It was impossible to think that such a stubborn and rude person was just this sensitive to tickling and perhaps, it brought out a kind of sadistic side on everyone one, a need to turn that frown upside down and force a big, bright smile on his handsome face.

Besides that, his laughter was just so cute. So high pitched and bubbly, almost childish. It was nearly impossible to not laugh along with him and his smile, even though he wanted to, it looked so sincere and happy. It was a mystery to everyone to know he was actually enjoying it or not… to everyone except for Aether of course.

Scaramouche was positively losing his mind. “STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T!”

Elise giggled, “you can’t what? Your arms are not even up anymore,” she said, speeding her tickling to make Scaramouche shriek. “But it doesn’t really matter, you’ve trapped my hands anyway, so I will only stop until you lift your arms, how does that sound?”

He shook his head. Incapable to utter any other sound that wasn't his cackly, nearly hysterical laughter. He could barely squirm, his body stiff in rather a weird attempt to prevent Elise’s fingers from wiggling under his poor arms, but of course that didn’t work, and Scaramouche could only laugh and laugh and laugh, feeling ticklish sparks rushing through his whole body. The tickles under his arms quickly spread to his upper ribs and soon his laughter had gone silent, his body shaking and vibrating.

“Oops,” Elise said with a little giggle as her fingers stilled and she pulled her hands out from under Scaramouche’s arms. “I think I broke you, will you be able to stand some more tickling?”

Scaramouche shook his head as his laughter got its volume back and it quickly faded into giggles and then heavy breaths.

“N-Nohoho,” he said, trembling slightly and blinking away tears of laughter. “I’ll- Ihihi’ll dihihie…”

“Oh, you’re so dramatic,” she said, playfully rolling her eyes. “It is no fun if you die, is it? I still want to try just one more spot, okay?”

Scaramouche gulped, shaking his head again. He knew what spot she was talking about and he was not sure he would really survive a second of it. Not if Elise acted as merciless as she had done so far.

Elise smirked, placing a single hand over Scaramouche's knee, making him jerk and shriek. Elise laughed, throwing her head back.

"Oh, c'mon, it cannot be that bad, can it?" She pressed her fingers into the skin, not exactly tickling him, but it made Scaramouche's skin prickle with goosebumps. "I mean, we can stop here, but you will never know where your friends-

Scaramouche growled, "just do it! I want to end this as soon as-s p- ahahaha! I hahahahate yohohou!"

Fingernails skittered against his thighs and knees, little spider-like-legs crawling all over the sensitive skin, making Scaramouche break into hysterical giggling. His legs were trembling, trying to keep them still for those tickles that made him want to crawl out of his skin. Goosebumps covered his thighs and he let out squeaks and shrieks when Elise’s fingers circled around his knees and climbed a bit too high, towards his inner thighs.

Scaramouche could feel every pore in his body exuding sweat as he tried to keep himself from kicking Elise in the face, not because he was any kind, but because he knew she would probably tie him up and start tickling him all over one more time. It was a risk he was not going to take, so he keep himself wide open, feeling on the edge, waiting for her to actually star the torture.

Elise chuckled. “I had a feeling your legs would be very ticklish,” she said, her fingers skittering up, sneaking under Scaramouche’s shorts and digging slightly into the tender, hidden flesh and he let out shrieky, panicky laughter. “Now I’m starting to think I might end up killing you if I really tickle you here!”

“Thehehen dohohon’t! Stahahap ahahalreaAAH! AHAHAHA! STAHAHA!”

Oh, he was expecting it, but he could never get ready for the maddening sensation of fingertips digging into his ticklish flesh, that tender and soft spot just a few centimeters away from his crotch was enough to make him scream with laughter with just a few squeezes. He caved in within seconds, his legs closing together, once again trapping Elise’s hands into his weak spots.

“I can tell this,” she said, almost screaming over Scaramoche’s laughter so he could hear her. “You’re the most ticklish being I’ve ever met, handsome boy.”

Scaramouche wanted to pull his hair out, throw her away, jump out of that damn bed just to make her stop, but he endured. Oh, that little fairy, he hoped Paimon would stop being so on edge around him- not that he was going to tell her he had to do this in order to save her life.

He was doomed. He couldn’t actually say anything about his heroic, (yes, heroic), feat. What would Aether, Paimon and Nahida say?! This couldn’t get any worse, could it?

“FAHAHACK! NAHAHA!”

Oh, it could. Elise was not only tickling his inner thighs, one of her hands had now moved to his hip and the heavy jerk he just did, almost threw him off the bed. He was squirming so hard, and with each of his moves, nice jingly sounds mixed with his laughter, making it sound almost angelical. Not that Scaramouche would ever think that about his crazy, desperate laughter.

“Okahahay! OKAHAHAY!” Scaramouche said, at the verge of going crazy. “Plehehease! Plehehease, STAHAHA-!”

Elise didn’t stop right away, she waited just until his laughter turned a little weezhy and snorty and so, her hands finally left his sensitive body and Scaramouche collapsed into the bed. Gulpin in sweet oxygen as he tried to stop his residual laughter. Not even Aether had dared to tickle him like this- of course, that was because he only wanted to have fun and make Scaramouche light up a bit, on the other hand this girl here… well, he wasn’t really sure what exactly she wanted.

He was surprised and a bit thankful when she lent him a glass of water from Nahida-knows-where. He was a bit suspicious about the liquid, but he had a desert in his mouth and as he sat himself up, he gulped gladly at it and drank the whole thing in one long swallow, choking a little.

“There, there,” she said, patting his back. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

He glared at her and only when he thought he wouldn’t make a fool of himself, he spoke with a hoarse voice. “Are we done?”

Elise grinned widely and his heart dropped to his feet, thinking that she would get him again, his body tingling all over, but she simply nodded, squeezing his shoulder slightly.

“Thank you for your kind, kind collaboration with my little experiment, handsome boy,” she said, batting her lashes at him. “I hope we get to see each other again soon.”

He frowned. “I hope not. Now, tell me where- hey!”

Elise snapped her fingers, and in a blink of an eye, Scaramouche found himself out of the mansion and into the path that had led him to Elise’s manor.

Wait.

That little-! Did she deceive him?! That woman! He went through all of that for nothing! Oh, she’d see! He was going to force her to tell him exactly where Aether and Paimon were even if he had to use force and-

“Oh? Scaramouche?” Scaramouche halted, turning around to find Aether. Paimon beside him with that book Nahida wanted so much between her hands. “You’re here! We were worried!”

“Ha?! Paimon was certainly not worried!” She said, but Scaramouche could not even argue back to annoy her, he was just staring at them with wide eyes.

“Where the hell were you?” He said, feeling his cheeks strangely hot.

Aether approached him and he was wearing a little smile that told Scaramouche that the traveler had not been, in fact, kept captive.

“We were looking for you!” Aether said, pointing somewhere deep into the woods. “I was talking to you, but you suddenly weren’t there anymore! Paimon and I were-

“Paimon wasn’t!”

“... Were looking for you, but we kept going in circles, but we thought we heard you laughing?” Scaramouche’s cheeks felt hotter and hotter the more Aether talked. “We tried following the sound, but we just couldn’t find the way! Are you okay? Was it really you laughing?”

Scaramouche sighed. He was really deceived, wasn’t he? He shook his head, looking at Aether as if he was out of his mind.

“Don’t be a fool,” he said, crossing his arms. “Why would I be laughing? I want to go back now.” He snatched the book from Paimon’s hands.

“Hey!”

“So let’s leave before I go crazy. Hurry up.”

“Oh, but do you know the way?”

“Paimon doesn’t want to follow you!”

“I know the way, and if you don’t want to stay here in this stupid place, little fairy, you must follow me, then.”

“Paimon is not a fairy!” She said, stomping her feet in the air and yanking at Aether’s clothes. “Aether! He’s being mean to Paimon!”

Scaramouche chuckled and he quickly made his way through a sudden path both Aether and him failed to notice before. Good, at least she could show them the way out after making him go through tickle hell for nothing!!

#genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer #ticklish!scaramouche #Other's oc #commissions #mia's commisions #tickle fic

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amethyst-ghoul-backup · 11 months

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A couple of opinions of mine (aka a super long rant cause I don’t know how to summarize or get to the point) regarding Aether not coming back to the band for the 2023 tour.

TLDR at the end in case you don’t want to read all of my rambling lol

Mentions of unmasked era 4/5 ghouls and Ifrit ghoul (fire ghoul/lead guitar 2017) under the cut

I wanna start this by saying that Tobias Forge and none of the ghouls, but especially the new ghouls, deserve any kind of hate from anyone regarding this situation and we should respect what’s going on as well as their decisions, privacy, and roles in the band.

To the people saying things along the lines of “Oh you wouldn’t care this much or even notice the difference if you didn’t know who was under the mask” or “This is why the nameless ghouls should stay nameless,” I respectfully disagree.

Was the purpose of the nameless ghouls to be nameless and anonymous? Yes. Do both the past and present nameless ghouls deserve respect and courtesy from all the fans regarding their identities and relations to the band? Yes of course.

But here’s the thing:

For one: I think I speak for many people when I say that we would still notice that Aether/Chris was gone even if we didn’t know his identity. Everyone noticed that we have a new ghoul on rhythm guitar, they LOOK DIFFERENT because it’s a DIFFERENT PERSON. We knew Chris wasn’t with the band during the first part of the tour even BEFORE he said anything about it. because we know the ghouls, we know how they look and we can tell them apart. It doesn’t matter if we know who’s under the mask or not, we’re still gonna be sad about one of the ghouls leaving because we love all of them. (hell, Zephyr/ChAir and Ifrit are two of my favorite ghouls and I miss them every day and they were in the band for LESS THAN A YEAR) Chris has been with the band for SIX YEARS and he was the first and only quintessence ghoul/rhythm guitarist after the heartbreak that was the lawsuit situation. We KNOW that the ghouls are an everchanging rotating cast but that doesn’t make it any less sad. We know the papas change as well and it STILL makes people sad (myself included ofc) and we don’t always want to see them go. So I think it’s kind of unfair to say that people wouldn’t miss Aether/Chris if we didn’t know who’s under the mask because I think we still would.

Second thing: In my opinion, it’s awesome that we know the identities of the nameless ghouls because then we can support their other work and projects. I found Ghost about a year ago and have loved them ever since, even though it’s not the kind of music that I would typically listen to. Before, I listened to some metal and rock but I mostly listened to pop, r&b, country, and alternative. But then I heard Year Zero for the first time, decided to check out Ghost, listened to Bible and Witch Image religiously for a few days, and quickly developed an unhealthy obsession with the band. But I ONLY listened to their music and didn’t know anything about the actual band or any of the lore.

Then I started seeing videos of the 2022 Imperatour on TikTok and fell in love with the ghouls and Papa and the theatrics and all the lore. After that, I started watching interviews with Tobias Forge and he seemed so cool then I started learning about the people behind the ghoul masks and their other work. And I LOVED IT ALL. I never would have discovered this work without knowing who the nameless ghouls really are.

Without knowing their identities I never would’ve discovered the Sisters of Mercy (a band that Chris Catalyst and Ben Christo were/are in), I never would’ve discovered Drag Talk (a group that Jutty Taylor and Hayden Scott are a part of) or Juttys old music (Jutty Ranx anyone?), I never would’ve discovered Diamond Black (a group that Ben Christo started that has become a top band for me on Spotify), I never would’ve started listening to Cos Sylvan, Mad Gallica, Chris, or Jutty’s other music without knowing them from Ghost. (and of course, I love Per, Laura, Hayden, and Sophie too but I don’t really listen to their other music tbh)

These artists and the other music they create are musicians and contributors to types of music that I’m still new to and probably wouldn’t really listen to if I had never found them through these people. Maybe I’m the only person with this experience but I’m pretty sure I’m not, and I’m beyond thrilled that I was able to find these amazingly talented people and their awesome work through the band Ghost. I personally see finding out their identities as a bit of a double-edged sword, because while they’re not anonymous and nameless anymore, we still get to be exposed to these musicians and their other work.

So TLDR: One: I don’t think it’s fair to say that we wouldn’t miss Aether if we didn’t know his true identity because we would still know that he’s gone and that someone is taking his place. Two: I think it can be a good thing that we know the nameless ghouls' identities because it means that we can support their other work and show them our love by supporting their music and projects outside of Ghost because we know who they are behind the masks.

#ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #era 4 ghouls #era 5 ghouls #unmasked ghouls #aether ghoul #tobias forge #chris catalyst #ben christo #jutty taylor #hayden scott #mad gallica #per eriksson #cosmo sylvan #laura scarborough #sophie amelkin

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Evie's One Piece OC Compendium

SO @eustasskidsfattits asked me to make a post about my One Piece OCs, so here it is! I wanted to make this way sooner, but then stuff happened and then I got to show one of my friends OPLA and 8 OCs turned to 9 (oopsies...). Also, the perfectionist in me would not shut up. Yes, this is technically the intro for the three newest ones, so buckle up!

I'm gonna list them in the order that I created them, simply because listing them in the order of their appearance in the story would be fairly impossible with how OPLA likes to introduce characters earlier on lol - These OCs also all exist in their own separate universes, by the way...

So yeah, long post incoming and, for any OPLA-onlies reading this post: Spoiler warning!!!

Not proofread because I just wanna finally get this post out and I am lacking energy

The Guardian: Aether S. Luna

The original One Piece OC and also the one who has gone through the most changes. I revamped her only recently!

Luna is convinced that she's the daughter of the moon goddess aka of Mother Moon herself, and there are some very odd things about her that make that very plausible. She looks like how you would imagine the daughter of the moon to look like, with very pale skin and very light blonde hair, she has magical powers that are charged by basking in the moonlight, she needs very little sleep as long as the moon is out, her strength is based on the moon cycle... Oh, also: Wings. Large, white wings, that don't fit in with any other humanoid creature in the world. So, nobody really has any solid evidence against it either. Well... Nobody who hasn't been to Egghead Island.

She's introduced into the story at Long Ring Long Land (I actually have two fics for that) as a part of Foxy's crew because he won her in a Davy Back Fight. Before that, she was sort of aimlessly travelling the seas with various crews, just trying to find a place to belong. Throughout the Davy Back Fight, Luna ends up befriending the Straw Hats and Luffy, being Luffy, of course won't pass up the opportunity to have someone as weird as her on their crew, so she joins!

Sanji is, of course, very enamoured with this literal goddess. Even more so than usual. Luckily for him, his charm seems to be working on Luna too. She essentially goes from "Oh, you're adorable. You're funny." to "Oh. Oh no. That's the love of my life, isn't it?", at the very latest when she sees Sanji after he absolutely decimates the people on the Sea Train.

I can't really talk too much about her because a lot of my ideas for her are very visual, but I guess I could give some more little facts? First of all, Luna is 18 and her blood group is S. You can take a look at my animanga character sketches for her here and here if you want! Her wings haven't grown to their full size yet pre-timeskip, and she molts like a bird as she grows, so whenever that happens, she's essentially grounded and chronically exhausted. And that happens around the time of Sabaody. Perfect timing, right? Also, she has to preen her wings, especially after battles, and her crewmates keep around her feathers either for practical or sentimental reasons. And in case you were wondering, of course she heads to Whole Cake Island to go after her boyfriend. Big Mom takes an interest in her, Judge wants to steal her lineage factor, it's a very fun time for everyone involved.

The Sweet Tooth: Charlotte Inari

Ah yes, sweet little Inari. Inari is Pudding's twin sister, she's also a member of the Three-Eyed Tribe and she's named after inari-zushi (if you were wondering how she fits into the Charlotte Family naming scheme). She ate the Kami Kami no Mi, Model: Shikigami, which has a very complicated way to how it works, but, essentially, it binds her to a master whose orders she has to follow and, in turn, gets special abilities from based on her master's. That master is the person who last saved her life. The problem with that situation is that she got the devil fruit when she was still very young and travelling at sea with one of her siblings, and a sea battle ensued where chaos happened and she got herself kidnapped. So, she ends up being passed around from master to master for years until finally ending up with Enel. That is, until Luffy defeats him, and she joins the Straw Hats.

Inari, being that she spent her early formative years on Totto Land, has some very interesting ideas of what's considered normal for animals, plant life, people... for everything, really. She fights with two war fans (as well as her devil fruit, of course) and knows how to play the shamisen, both of which she picked up while travelling with a crew of Wano ancestry for a while. Also, she naturally has a huge sweet tooth and loves to make sweets too. It runs in her genes.

Inari's goal while travelling with the Straw Hats at first is to get back home. She's just a kid, she wants to go home, at least to let her family know that she's okay. And her family and her friends will totally get along, right??? That's also why she doesn't fully consider herself part of the Straw Hats for the longest time. She's a member of the Big Mom Pirates, simply by birth right. However, this all gets a bit thrown on its head with the Timeskip and everything after that. Because, during the timeskip, Kuma sends her to Totto Land, and she officially joins the Big Mom Pirates. So, she has everything she has ever wanted, right? Well... She still ends up coming back. She loves her friends too much not to go back to them. And then Luffy ends up starting a war with Big Mom, which is... not ideal? Whole Cake Island is especially fun. And Wano? Oh boy!

Also... remember the special ability of the Three-Eyed Tribe? Yeah. Inari awakens her third eye when she hears the Drums of Liberation, but nobody notices and she doesn't tell anybody until the battle is long over, and even then she only tells Sanji and Robin.

The Tailor: Akaito Coraline

My dear, sweet Cora... We're entering the live action era now! Aka when everything started to escalate and I started drowning in OCs. I freaking love the live action, man... Maybe a little too much.

Anyways, Cora! Cora is the last living member of the Akaito Clan, a tailoring family from the North Blue of world-class fame who was eradicated by Germa 66 when they didn't want to work for their evil plans. Their main identifier is a sewing needle pierced through the left ear, and they can tell a person's measurements just by looking at them. Of course, there are many imposters around because Akaito-made clothes sell for a fortune, but they usually fail at these criteria. Cora was only a baby when the attack from Germa happened, so she doesn't remember anything from that day or about her family, except for her mother, who was selected as the sole adult survivor of the massacre, because she had Cora, and Judge had plans for Cora. Little did Judge know that her mother also had plans for Cora, and that she had given the baby the Akaito Clan's most prized possession: The Sew Sew Fruit (Chiku Chiku no Mi), which gives its user mastery over the entire clothesmaking process and its tools and materials.

I don't want to get too much into Cora's backstory here, but she befriended Sanji and thought that he had died, and then her mother died, she helped create and designed the Raid Suits and then she ran away with the help of Reiju at 16 years old. Afterwards, she rose to considerable fame as a tailor in the East Blue, until finally stumbling across Sanji at Baratie, the same day that the Straw Hats also show up there. Shenanigans ensue.

I think, if I were going to describe Cora's personality in only three aspects, it's trauma, kindness, and a huge double crush that she doesn't like to admit. Because not only is she wholly unprepared for Sanji being not only alive but also a pretty and charming young man, there's also a swordsman who she has to stitch back together after a big fight and who she ends up falling head over heels for. The two boys constantly bickering doesn't help much either, and they also bicker over her, constantly trying to out-boyfriend each other. In case you were wondering whose side Cora usually takes in these fights, the answer is: She joins in on the side of entertainment. Whichever side would yield the funnier result. She just thinks their fights are way too funny and stupid. Also, she's constantly touch-starved and also scared of touch. And sleep-deprived. She gets better in the "scared of touch" category over the course of her journey with the Straw Hats, so... Sleepy cuddles. So many sleepy cuddles. If Zoro's taking a nap, she's taking a nap too, no buts. And Sanji eventually ends up with his arm around her waist 90% of the time. His personal space is also her personal space.

So, uh, fighting style! She uses a rapier and keeps explaining to people that, no, she's not a swordsman, she's a fencer. There's a difference. Also, she uses strings a lot, and plagiarizes Doffy's travelling method after Dressrosa. The thing with strings and dyes and whatnot is a whole new can of worms that I won't get into right now but it's super cool.

One more fun fact: Cora is short. She's tiny. And she wears heels to compensate, which Zoro hates because they're not practical at all. Her entire fashion sense gives him minor aggressions, partially because a lot of her clothes are a lot more fashion than function, partially because she looks too damn gorgeous in them and he's constantly reminded of his embarrassing crush and has gotten so distracted by her that he has walked into tables and doorframes multiple times. Sanji, on the other hand, fully supports her fashion choices. Maybe show a little more skin next time..? Pretty please? I have concept art for her and one of the more distracting outfits :)

The Scout: "Desert Fox" Felicity

The baby of the crew. Yeah, she's younger than Chopper. Inari is already young, being 14, but Lily? Lily is twelve. Absolute baby. How did she end up with the Straw Hats? Blame it on Buggy kidnapping her and then kidnapping the Straw Hats on top, letting them bust her out with them. Nami and Zoro pretty much become her caretakers on the spot, Nami consciously and Zoro... well... Turns out he has a bit of a soft spot for little scared kids with fox ears. They bring her back home to her "sister" Kaya at Syrup Village, but then she almost gets murdered by a killer butler, and Kaya asks them to take Lily with them, so... Well, she's with them now! Only about a few days later though, one of her caretakers gets himself almost killed and the other decides to abandon the crew. Good thing that Sanji has pretty much decided to adopt her, because otherwise she'd be crying her eyes out.

Lily is actually half mink! That's where she got her fennec fox features and some of her behavioural patterns (i.e. cuddliness, switching between napping and getting the zoomies...) from. But her behaviour could just as well be caused by her devil fruit, because she ate the Jōi Jōi no Mi, which gives her emotions magical properties. Which ones? No one knows! You'll find out when it happens. Pretty much the only really predictable effect back when Lily joins the crew is that she turns back into a nonverbal five-year-old when she gets too scared. She also has a pretty good success rate of turning into a more anthropomorphic fox creature when getting into the spirit for a battle. She's a mink after all, and minks are born fighters! And in case you're wondering: Yes, she does have electro! And sharp teeth. You do not want to make her upset. Best case scenario is that she bites you, worst case is either some magical shenanigans or she starts crying and her crewmates come to kick your ass.

I haven't developed her too much beyond the first season of OPLA, but I just know that she has to go absolutely feral at Alabasta, because that's a fennec fox's natural habitat and her epithet is "Desert Fox", so it only makes sense for her to get it at Alabasta. Also, it would be peak funny for Crocodile to complain to the Marines about a literal child messing up his plans, and peak funny is also peak One Piece, so you best believe I'll do it. Also, her being this young means I get to watch her grow up over the timeskip. I imagine she maybe gets sent to Zou and starts to really master her electro and devil fruit attacks? Something along the lines of "I'm all grown up now! I have my powers under control!" and then immediately turning back into a kindergartener in the face of danger would probably be her running gag post-TS. Also, I'm so soft for her relationship with Sanji. I could go on for ages about Whole Cake Island, but I'll leave it at that for now. This post is already getting long enough...

The Matron: Dracule Aurelia

Oh boy, you're not ready for her. She's the daughter of Rayleigh and Shakky. Trans queen (thanks, Iva). Raised as a Kuja, got love sickness just like her mother and fell for a red-headed idiot first, then for a certain swordsman. Ended up marrying the swordsman in the most dramatic way possible. Also maybe the second most beautiful woman in the world, after Boa Hancock of course.

Aurelia is essentially the fusion of a mafia boss, a mob wife, and an Ancient Roman patron. She has unbelievable amounts of money and an invisible net of connections that makes her almost untouchable. She's allied with Emperors, Warlords, kings and queens... Her main deal is providing smaller, more inexperienced pirate crews with her protection and support and getting their services in return, for example as soliders, for transportation... Whatever she needs at that moment. She can be as kind as she can be cruel, and people are generally both in awe and scared of her. Her epithet is "Black Widow" both because of her spider net of connections and because all of her lovers keep mysteriously dying as if through some sort of curse. Mihawk is the only one who has been able to resist that curse. Shanks doesn't count because Aurelia claims she never truly loved him.

One of the places under her protection is Baratie, and so she gets caught up in the Straw Hats' shenanigans. First, Nami asks her for help, then she returns to Arlong ransacking the place and essentially kidnapping Nami, then she finds out that Zoro was almost killed by her husband... Also, Sanji is the closest thing to a son that she has, so Sanji joining the Straw Hats is pretty much the final nail in the coffin to her deciding on her own terms that she's going to protect those kids to the best of her ability. You can kind of imagine her as the rich aunt, but a lot more deadly. Generally, she spends a majority in the story picking up her den den mushi and going "Luffy, what did you do this time?" The boy pretty much becomes her most effective portégé when it comes to expanding her territory, because he keeps punching tyrants and asking her to put the newly freed kingdoms under her protection. She also kicks ass at Marineford, of course, helps protect the Sunny during the timeskip, and becomes decorously unhinged when Whole Cake Island comes around because of her own personal history with Big Mom and "That's my son!" and "Luffy, you are not going to kill an Emperor." - so yeah, she pretty much has to follow the Straw Hats to Wano too, lest they get themselves kicked. She's both the queen of the literal universe and the exhausted mother of a crew of literal toddlers. Or. Well. Children and one supercharged toddler who will not stop causing chaos.

Her entire backstory is so freaking great. Growing up as a Kuja, running away from home because she's mad at her mother for leaving the Kuja tribe, her very first murder of a lover who also happened to be a nobleman, her bond with Iva and speedy hormone therapy, whatever the hell was going on between her and Shanks, her relationship with Mihawk, the whole situation with Big Mom and her rules for alliances, Mihawk literally fighting for her hand in marriage, her meeting Sanji and essentially adopting him... There's a lot going on. Wish I could write it one day.

The Mechanic: Lux Jirou

Lynx boi! Kuro tricked him into thinking he had Amber Lead Snydrome but it's actually just vitiligo. Used to be a member of the Black Cat Pirates (posing as the mansion's security guard) but liked Kaya a little too much and figured out Kuro was lying, so he teamed up with the Straw Hats to take him down. Also has the worst crush on Zoro and Zoro has the worst crushback, but they're both too stupid to figure it out. He goes by Jirou while with the Black Cat Pirates but starts going only by his last name Lux once he starts rebelling. Ends up joining the Heart Pirates and working as a mechanic on the Polar Tang.

Once again, so many of my ideas for him are more visual because... big kitty! Huge freaking paws! Cuddly cat naps! Involuntary purring because he has a crush and he's a cat and... Yeah. Also, he's absolutely thriving at Punk Hazard. Lots of snow? No problem! Lynx have built-in snow shoes. Also, his devil fruit (Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Lynx), much like the dinosaur SMILEs of the Beasts Pirates, works with Zoan logic. "Lynxes can walk on snow, so they can also walk on water, right? Since water is just frozen snow. And then maybe they can walk on air too if they train hard enough? Because of the humidity?"

The Siren: Kanyalani

Also known as Kan-chan, because Luffy is not pronouncing her full name. She's a betta fish mermaid and former slave and joined the Sun Pirates after being liberated. She has a romance with Jinbe which eventually turns into a polycule with the addition of Robin and Franky when they both join the Straw Hats. Kan-chan fights with chakrams and uses Merman Combat as well as some Fishman Karate.

Now for some mermaid characteristics: Since she's a betta fish mermaid, she shares betta fish characteristics. This means that she loves her color when she's unhappy and becomes more vibrant when she is happy. She also has a unique ability. Whereas all mermaids have beautiful voices, Kan-chan's singing can lull anyone to sleep, even in the midst of battle. Also, she's over thirty, so her tail is split, but she has trouble walking, so she practically never does it. She prefers using Bubbly Corals to navigate and claims that her very frilly fin makes for bad legs anyways.

The Archer: Shimotsuki Kaede

A Kuina look alike from Ebisu Town who nearly gives Zoro a heart attack when he sees her with her mask off for the first time. The concept for this OC basically came to me in the concept of many What Ifs. What if Kuina was still alive? What if Kuina was even more gender? What if there was a flying squirrel? What if someone pulled a Robin Hood on Orochi?

So, here's Kaede. Regular Ebisu Town citizen by day, dying and mending kimonos, stealing food and shooting arrows at people by night. As Ebisu Town gets the leftovers from the Flower Capital, this also includes the half-eaten SMILEs, and Kaede had the one-in-a-million luck of one of the SMILEs, finicky things that they are, still having traces of the power it once gave. And so, she got the power of the flying squirrel SMILE, making her the "devil fruit twin" of Bao Huang. She practices kyūdō in secret and almost runs an arrow through Orochi's head after Yasuie's execution. She would've hit the bastard too if someone hadn't hit her bow and made her miss.

The Soldier: Roronoa Sonoko

Ah yes, the reason why this post took me so long... She just appeared the moment I saw the scene in OPLA where Morgan tries to get Zoro to join the Marines. Because my brain went: Y'know, what if he actually had? So, I bring to you: Zoro's sister. No, not biological sister. They're siblings the way the ASL brothers are siblings. By exchanging sake cups. They got in trouble for stealing the sake and the cups but it was all worth it. What makes the situation even funnier is that Sonoko keeps on telling people that they're not biological siblings but nobody believes her because she's pretty much Zoro's spitting image. And it's her fault, too! Because she chooses to wear those earrings (more or less, but that's a bit of a longer story) and she chooses to dye her hair green! Yes, among the thousands of people with naturally funky hair colors, Kaede is pretty much the only one who actually dyes her hair.

So yeah, she's a Marine! Freshly promoted to Ensign when Koby and Helmeppo join and Garp's protégé. Her sword training comes from Bogard but she uses Two-Sword Style, so it's more her figuring out techniques and Bogard putting up with them. That is until Garp calls on Mihawk to go catch Luffy. Hawk Eyes comes to the ship to say that he decided not to do just that and Garp, as a payment for not reporting this to the World Government, asks Mihawk to take Sonoko on as a student. Mihawk, being Mihawk, is about to remind Garp that he does whatever he wants and doesn't need a deal like that. But then he sees the spitting image of Zoro in front of him and hears the same last name - and he changes his mind. Maybe it's worth a shot?

Following that, I don't have that many ideas except that Sonoko gets a bunch of promotions, only to go AWOL to warn Mihawk of the dismantling of the Warlords system during the Reverie because, at this point, she's far more loyal to him than to the Government or the Marines. She then completely deserts and dashes to Wano to help her brother and his crew defeat Kaido. In the process of the Raid on Onigashima (possibly while protecting either Hiyori or Zoro), she loses an arm and one of her swords and is just... overcome with guilt and shame. So much so that she can't bring herself to return to Mihawk after this incredible failure. Franky does replace her arm with a robotic one and everyone is super nice and supportive to her, the samurai step in and try to reason with her, but she's completely blinded by shame and anxiety. She keeps training, of course, she keepy going, but she just doesn't see herself as worthy anymore of being the student of the World's Greatest Swordsman. But then Mihawk himself shows up at Wano, looking specifically for her and tells her that she isn't a failure, that he's proud of her for her sacrifice for her cause and, most importantly of all, because she kept going. So, all is well and she joins the Cross Guild. Maybe befriends Cabaji, I dunno.

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @bravelittleflower @box-of-bats @supermarine-silvally - let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!

#one piece oc #opla oc #oc: aether s luna #oc: charlotte inari #oc: akaito coraline #oc: felicity #oc: dracule aurelia #oc: lux jirou #oc: kanyalani #oc: shimotsuki kaede #oc: roronoa sonoko

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ticklystuff · 3 months

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Heyyyy my Genshin team is:

Heizou

Lyney

Faruzan

Kokomi

(Aether was in my main team until very recently so if you run out of ideas for some you can use him)

ask game is closed!

hiiii, thanks for sending your team hehe

who’s the most ticklish character

omg it would be lyney and he'd get so flustered about it too and claim that his reactions are only an act so that the others don't feel bad about how they react when tickled but luckily everyone else is smart enough to not fall for that

who’s the character that most people would assume isn't ticklish, but actually is

hmmm maybe faruzan bc she was trapped in the desert for so long like is she technically a zombie?? do her nerve endings still work LOL (they do) but i can't really blame people for raising doubts bc she was gone for 100 years

who’s the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles

oh it's absolutely heizou because he is the ler of the group and annoys everyone with tickles but everyone can only tolerate him for so long. it's like something collectively snaps between kokomi, lyney, and faruzan and they all get the same idea to go after heizou at the same time. it's super difficult to catch him because of how floaty he is but also satisfying when they finally pin him and the first of many helpless giggles pour out

who’s the character that somehow knows everyone else’s tickle spots and reveals them to others

this one is a little bit hard but i don't think any of them would know each other's tickle spots right off the bat. however, i do think heizou would be able to deduce them just off of how his teammates react to certain stimuli (kokomi giggling whenever her fish friends nuzzle against her, faruzan reacting to the wind from her own anemo vision, etc) and he may or may not reveal his findings, depending on how much he feels like embarrassing his team at the time lyney would also be really good at guessing based on vibes! he's an older sibling so he's just good at stuff like that

who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about

imagine kokomi losing her diary and someone like heizou finding it and it just so happens to be flipped to a page that's like "one of my fish friends swam past my shoulders.. didn't know they could be ticklish (-5 energy)" and heizou is like "mwehehehehe very interesting"

who’s the most likely to win gang tickle wars

oh hmmmm this one is a little bit difficult. i think kokomi would tap out super fast because she's one of the most useless lers in my head alksdjfasdk and faruzan probably has granny limbs so it's between lyney and heizou. i think if it were a one-on-one tickle fight, then heizou no doubt, but he'd probably lose all concentration when having to deal with multiple lers so i think lyney would probably come out the winner by like a tiny fraction of a margin

which character has a kink for tickling

none!

which character didn’t even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them

okay so before faruzan got trapped in her little pyramid thing she probably was ticklish but then after she got out she did start to wonder about whether her body would still behave the way a normal should. luckily, when she joined the team, she witnessed heizou bullying lyney and kokomi with tickles and was like "ME NEXT" and heizou was super confused bc normally lyney and kokomi try to run away but faruzan actually wants to be tickled??

which two characters have tickle fights all the time

i think faruzan would tickle kokomi a lot! the two like to read and study together and faruzan often goes on long lectures/rants about whatever has piqued her interest in the moment and kokomi will just start nodding off to which faruzan might give her a jab or two to keep her awake heizou and lyney would have tons of tickle fights too! heizou is the ler of the group, but lyney is one of the older siblings of the house of the hearth, so he has a reputation to uphold and can't back down (he loses every single tickle fight though aslkdjfl) UNLESS lyney offers heizou the chance to be his temporary magic assistant and heizou agrees except there's no actual magic and heizou ends up in a pair of those fake handcuffs that lyney uses for tricks sometimes and lyney makes sure to pay him back for all the tickles that heizou has given him during their time spent together

#heizou #lyney #kokomi #faruzan #genshin impact #tickling

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phoenix-flamed · 6 months

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Laying in bed on mobile, so you guys get a weird headcanon thoughtdump while I puzzle this out.

Obviously, whether or not other muses know/recognize who Miles really is is still going to vary from muse to muse, same with whether or not he comes forward about who he is to individual muses and when he chooses to do it. This is just kind of like... a generally-speaking thing for my blog, I guess? So that I have a base idea for reference with my muse.

Keep in mind, I still haven't actually played the rest of XVI -- I left Barnabas on Read at the base of his tower, and haven't touched it since lol. So if there's any details from the game that answer or elaborate on any of my questions, please don't hesitate to let me know.

I was mulling over how much Miles would actually know about everything that's going on when it comes to the Mythos thing and Ultima. This is another subject that'll vary based on muses and interactions, but by default, I don't see how or why he would know much of anything about it, to be truthful. Even back when he was Archduke, and despite his ties to and contact with The Undying, he was unaware of the existence of Ifrit. Hell, because he himself had never stepped foot into the Apodytery at Phoenix Gate, he's never seen the mural of the Eikons, and if his father knew anything, he certainly never said anything about it to Elwin. (Though I have always headcanoned that his father was always slightly "off" or behaving "differently" after he'd emerge from communing with their ancestors in there...)

Elwin and Miles never had a reason to research into these matters the way that Joshua did, for example; if he doesn't know there's something deeper going on, why/how would he know to look into it? He vaguely recalls glimpses of Ifrit, particularly in his nightmares, but he has no idea or context for what that being is. He wasn't conscious or aware while Ifrit and Phoenix were fighting.

Which raises the question of, how would Miles get his information about what went on?

Finding out that it was Anabella that betrayed him would be easy enough. I tend to just headcanon that during the first bit of his time in Oriflamme, he was imprisoned until he not only regained consciousness, but had recovered just enough to be Branded and sold at auction as a Bearer. The Imperials who had taken him to Sanbreque knew who he was -- I just assume they probably taunted him with Anabella's betrayal and the deaths of both of his sons.

The rest is based on rumors from around Sanbreque, and things he learns at Hideaway and through missions once he becomes a Cursebreaker.

I do also tend to assume that Miles was liberated at some point before Clive and Jill reunite and meet Cid. How long before? Dunno, haven't figured that out yet. But I mention this because he has no idea that Clive and Jill are alive until the two show up at Hideaway. He also doesn't know that Joshua is alive until the aftermath of Twinside's destruction and Joshua's return with Clive and Jill to Hideaway.

When it comes to stepping forward about who he really is, as much as I want to think he would go ahead and do it once Anabella is gone from the picture, more and more I'm on the fence about it. Specifically when it comes to the boys and Jill... I get the feeling he'd be the most likely to open up to them when Clive, Joshua, and Dion are preparing to confront Ultima. It may very well be his last chance to tell his sons he loves them and has always been proud of them, and to give them a hug, after all. (And among the many valuable lessons Elwin has learned, one is the importance of leaving no words unspoken.)

What else... Oh, how much he knows about the Ultima situation. That depends on how transparent Clive is with the Cursebreakers. Considering the sky is purple, Twinside was obliterated and replaced by Origin, and pockets of aether are opening up across the realm and bringing the threat of Akashic with them, and in the case of the third in particular, the Cursebreakers are helping to combat the threat and protect civilians... They're going to need to know at least a good chunk of info.

Does he know the truth about Ultima and all of that background lore, at that point? No idea, I'm assuming not. But he does know the trio is heading off to fistfight a god, and that there is a fair chance they won't make it back. From a logical standpoint, it makes sense to me that the Cursebreakers would be informed about that, given that Clive is in charge of Hideout. They're going to need to be prepared in the event that Clive doesn't make it back, or worse, in the event that the three fail to kill Ultima.

#Headcanons #My brain is thinking too much as per usual /sob

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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🎐anon

I had the weirdest god damn dream and I believe part of the reason it happened was cause I read all the previous asks before so I wanna share it here for everyone.

For starters, the world has been taken over by a corrupt organisation that believes in one god and wants everyone to believe in them as well. They started taking over governments and ended up taking up the world in no time, forcing everyone to worship their god. There were three things you needed to do to worship their god: talk about the god, pray to the god and think only about the god; anyone who failed to do so would either get tortured brutally or outright killed.

Now here's where things kinda get more bizzare. Apparently, to get a hold of more people and monitor them, they decided to take over Genshin and change a lot of things in the game. First, they deleted all the regions so Teyvat was just one big continent named after one of most devout followers in the organisation. Then, they added a bunch of new world quests that talked about their god and achieving these quests wouldn't give you primogems but "good fate" that allowed you to pray for the god and get better rewards. These quests were acted our by fatui but they were portrayal are holy good people that were just trying to spread the message about their god (didn't see any harbringers and there wasn't a mention of them so maybe they don't exist here?). Lastly, all the characters had somehow become self aware and had to follow the same three rules or else they would be punished as well.

In the dream, I was fugitive who was playing this weird genshin. The fugitive didn't believe in the god but pretended to do so to save myself and my family. While playing the game, they decided to open the character menu to check my character's artifacts. When scrolling to Tighnari, he makes a comment about how ridiculous this new rules were and why anyone should follow it. The moment he says that, the screen freezes and becomes progressively more glitchy, slowly covering the whole screen until the only thing that was visible was Tighnari's shock face and his eyes slowly turning black.

"No, wait, I didn't--"

Then, the game restarts on it's own and when they open the character menu again, Tighnari's page is there but Tighnari himself is completely gone.

Afterwards, while playing as Cyno, Cyno makes a passing comment about not being able to find Tighnari and asks the player if they've seen him. They say no and Cyno is obviously disappointed but continues to do the quests together with them. Everything continues on as normal until he says something about their god had changed to another when Buer was already a good enough god for them and the entire screen freezes again. However, instead of the screen getting glitchy, the glitches appear at various parts of his body and slowly eat every part of him, forcing the player to watch as Cyno tries to fight off the mysterious glitchy sustenance until it leaves him with only his neck and his head.

He tries to scream but his vocal chords had long been eaten by the glitches. When the glitches completely swallow his body, they disappear and leave nothing on spot.

There are a few details I left out but typing this in the car is slowly making me carsick so I'll add some of em later djjxnxjx I blame all the faceless ayato and creepypasta stuff HAHHA

I read this before a quiz and it took me long to process this cuz bro. Bro, this could be a good fricking premise for a sagau fic but I already have a sagau fic running lol–

Let's give your nightmare more additional details for the hell of it:

WHY DONT WE MAKE THAT "GOD" BE THE ABYSS!TWIN :)?

You can't chose any other twin. In this example I'll have Aether as the only traveler you can pick and Lumine is the "God".

This was what the Loom of Fate operations was all about. Don't misunderstand her. She wasn't always like this. At first, her ascension to "Godhood" isn't for her own benefit.

It's yours.

That's because she couldn't take it anymore. She's finally lost it. Lumine couldn't handle the way you've been using everyone except her. Most of all: she feels insulted for your sake that no one cares enough to treat you with respect. In her twin's body, they force you to work commissions and isolate yourself on domains that barely give you proper artifacts. It fills her with rage to watch your party members fail to crit– it disgusts her.

If she could take out all these pests... All these "characters" that worship false Gods like Buer... Then maybe they'll finally recognize you as the one that should sit on the thrones of Celestia.

The first to go would be Xiao and Ganyu. Zhongli was too late to save his subjects.

Zhongli taught them to treat him with reverence. Zhongli taught them Filial piety.

He taught them to respect Rex Lapis. Of course his most loyal subjects would oppose a new ruler.

And there's nothing more painful to a loving parent than the loss of their child.

It was in their death that she realized:

"This feels... Fulfilling."

Yes. Yes, there's no need to change what has been done.

Lumine has gone through enough.

She'll be the overseer of this new world and you will be the one to serve her instead.

Perhaps you continued walking around genshin as a fugitive, thinking that these are all part of some major archon quest with a grand resolution of having Aether and Lumine confront each other head on for all the things she had done with the leylines.

That should be your next move... If you could manage to find Dainsleif.

You couldn't access any archon quests– sometimes you'd see the screen glitch and show where the next scene will take place only for it to be overtaken by messages about devoting yourself to this unnamed God.

Ha. Well. You've had your fun playing the game, right?

It's her turn to control you now.

#🎐 anon #sagau au #abyss!lumine #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere lumine #lol i love lumine my bad

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arcaneacolyte · 10 months

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Little Death and Taxes

Summary:

Taxes

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes.

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

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Aether is stuck at the ministry while the rest of his pack—sans Sunny—continue with the European Re-Imperatour. Dew sends him a video after the Ritual with the message ‘miss u’ attached.

It’s not what Aether expects it to be at all.

Pairing(s): Aether/Dew, Rain/Dew, Aether/Rain/Dew

Words: 6,615

Contains: Consensual Feminization, Crack Treated Seriously, Pet Names, Dirty Talk, Begging, Masturbation, Phone Sex, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Dildos, Knotting, Dom/Sub, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation, Degradation, Crying, Dacryphilia, Breeding Kink, Impregnation Kink, Choking, Polyghouls, Mentions of Swiss/Dew, Sub Dew, Dom Rain, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual

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Look at me, I think I’m clever with that title lol, but it was too good to resist. This fic is me playing around with the silly cracky headcanons that Aether was left behind to do taxes, but I put a little spin on it of my own. I also have wanted to do a feminization fic along with a phone sex/long distance sex fic for a while, so here we are lol.

Originally I started writing this before it was confirmed that Aether was technically no longer with the band, and I was incredibly sad about it because he’s my favorite Ghoul, but I decided that they can pry my Bigguns Boy from my cold, dead hands.

I don’t know how Rain got in there. He originally wasn’t intended to be, but once I thought of it, I knew I needed to add him lol.

Also a reminder that my versions of the Ghouls have no connection to the artists that play them. They’re demons summoned to be in a silly Satanic rock band and are polyamorous little goobers in between.

Unbeta’d, so if anything is weird or wrong, please let me know and I will fix it!

Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that.

Taxes.

Goddamn son of a bitch fucking taxes .

Aether rubs over his eyes one more time, the screen in front of him not getting any goddamn clearer. He sighs sharply, and ignores as best as he can the stabbing pain he gets from his ribs in return.

One stupid move and he’s out of this leg of the tour and put on tax duty.

Aether makes a face at himself. Well…..that’s not exactly how it had gone down.

He was trying to be helpful, really. Trying to help bring something heavy down a tall ladder for a Sister of Sin too small to get it herself, and of course, in his deep-seated need to be useful , he had unfortunately misstepped and slipped off the ladder.

At the time he thought that the Sister was going to actually have a heart attack, however many pounds of sturdy ghoul and what else landing to the ground with a cacophonous crash right in front of her, and while Aether was able to calm her down with assurances that he was ok and walk away from the encounter, it was more than his pride that was wounded.

Three broken ribs. Broken enough that if he breathed too deeply or moved his body too quickly, a sharp stabbing pain would steal his breath right back and leave him lightheaded.

One might think that being a Quintessence Ghoul, he’d be able to heal himself right up no problem. However the thing about Quintessence Healing, was that it was a lot easier to use it on someone else rather than yourself, and every time Aether had tried, that sharp pain had racked his body enough that he couldn’t do anything more than alleviate it to where it wasn’t feeling like he was actually being stabbed.

He didn’t heal enough before the tour, and with an obviously heavy heart, Papa had made the hard decision to find a replacement rhythm guitarist for the opening leg of the Re-Imperatour.

There’s no ill will towards the Quintessence Ghoul that they summoned to replace him, dubbed ‘Phantom’ by the fans, and Aether even wondered how the slighter Quintessence Ghoul felt about the whole thing, being put on tour so soon after summoning. Aether had scrolled through many videos of those first few Ritual nights, watching the rest of his pack playing without him.

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt to be away from them.

He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t afraid it was going to be permanent.

Dewdrop had taken it the hardest of course. They were mates, and mandatory separation just wasn’t something they did . Every day before they left for the tour Aether watched Dew’s frown grow deeper and deeper, and it actually took a serious conversation from Aether to convince Dew to leave with the rest of their pack. Sex, kisses, and a few dozen promises to heal as fast as possible, so he could get back on the road with them where he belongs.

Get back next to Dewdrop where he belongs.

At least he has Sunny, who had come down with basically the Ghoul equivalent of a bad flu, and was also replaced by another Ghoulette since it was determined she wasn’t in touring shape either.

Ignoring the different stab of pain at the face of being unable to help Sunny because of his own injury, Aether tries his best to return his focus back on the computer screen in front of him.

Right. Taxes.

Goddamnit.

He once again curses his innate need to be helpful, and pushes back the voice in his head that reminds him how easily he can be replaced if he doesn’t show his worth.

When Sister Imperator had asked him if he would be willing to help her with something light while he was healing, he had metaphorically jumped on the chance. Showing initiative and a willingness to continue to serve and all that.

All it had gotten him was a dozen file folders jammed packed full of receipts and an order to categorize all of them and make sure every expense the band had made in the past year was accounted for. Aether didn’t even know until now that they even did taxes, but that’s what you get for having an incredibly profitable metal band as your way of turning the world towards Satan. No way to turn this into a non-profit now.

So he’s been working on the goddamn receipts for days now, almost a week, and he can feel a migraine preparing itself in the back of his eyes. It’s late, and he should probably crawl back into his nest, but it just smells like him and Dew, and without his little Fire Ghoul there to snuggle up against, it hurts almost as much as his ribs do.

Besides, he wants to stay up late enough to text and maybe call Dew, something they've been doing since the tour started. Dewdrop tells him the stupid shenanigans he and the rest of their pack have gotten up to on and off the stage, and Aether tells him how good he looks and how much doing taxes sucks and how Sunny is feeling. It’s all painfully domestic and Aether would enjoy it more were it not for the fact that he should be right along with them, and would know everything Dew was telling him already because he was there to experience it.

The spreadsheet on the computer isn’t making any more sense now than it was a few minutes ago, and Aether decides that he can at least take a break. Checking the time, he notices that it’s a little past the usual time that Dew tells him that the band is either back on the road heading towards the next Ritual, or spending a night in a hotel before they head off again in the morning. He reaches for his phone that he placed on the corner of his desk earlier, and looks to see if he has any messages.

There’s a couple of Snapchats probably from his other packmates, some other social media notifications, but the Quintessence Ghoul smiles when he sees that he has a text from Dew.

From: ~🔥Spitfire🔥~ ‘miss u’ There’s a video attached to the message, and even though the preview is black, Aether’s smile widens. Probably Dew just saying some stupid shit like, “You better call me as soon as you get this, asshole. Don’t leave me waiting or I’ll fall asleep on your ass.”

Without thinking, he clicks play on the video, and while it’s definitely from Dewdrop. It’s not what he expected at all .

He’d recognize that lithe body and that fall of straw blonde hair anywhere…..but what he doesn’t quite recognize, is the clothing he’s wearing. On second thought, the black strips of cloth covering him could hardly be described as clothing , and they’re hardly covering anything in the first place.

Aether watches, rapt as the video continues, and more and more and more details start to register.

Dew's cock it out for one; it takes an embarrassingly long time for that to click, but the rest of what’s going on in the video is so damn attention grabbing he can hardly be blamed can he?

The black strip of fabric that could hardly even be called a tube top stretches over Dew's chest, but the Quintessence Ghoul can still see the ring piercings bulging the fabric, leaving little to nothing to the imagination, and it’s almost more scandalous than if he were wearing nothing.

A black skirt is hiked up onto the Fire Ghoul’s hips, so much pale skin on display that it makes Aether dizzy and swallow as his eyes roam.

It’s strange how it takes him this long to realize that Dewdrop's head is not in the video, at least not all of it, but there are moments where his chin dips into the frame of the camera, and bright, fang bitten lips give him a flash of red that makes his cock jerk within his sweats.

Then it finally hits him all at once.

Dew sent him a video of himself jerking off.

Aether scrambles now to turn the volume up on his phone, hands already sweating as he starts the video over from the beginning, praying to Lucifer that he can take everything in from the very start with sound.

And oh Belial is there sound . Aether watches, clutching his phone so hard, as if he were afraid to drop it and miss something.

“Aeth~”

In the video, an arm covered in black fabric all the way to his bicep reaches down and grabs his cock between his kneeling knees, the flushed tip of it aimed at the camera, making Aether swallow roughly at the sudden and gripping urge to get that cute, hard little cock on his tongue. It always fits so well, just enough to be a comfortable and sinful little mouthful.

The tinny moans that come out of the Fire Ghoul’s mouth over the phone speakers are already driving Aether crazy, having not heard them in so, so, long. The Quintessence Ghoul swears, and adjusts his hard cock in his sweats, unable to stop himself from giving one hard squeeze and stroke. Just to take the edge off, he swears.

Eyes rapt, Aether watches in awe as Dew continues to run a hand steadily up and down his cock, pace very unlike himself. Usually when Dewdrop gets a hand on himself, as hard as he is right now, he’s pumping slick fingers up and down at a breakneck pace, trying to rush himself into orgasm since he’s not the type of Ghoul to deny himself any pleasure unless someone is making him.

Then he hears it, somewhere off screen, sounding like it’s coming from behind the camera.

“Go on now, don’t be shy, Firelily…..show him…..”

It’s Rain’s voice.

Aether nearly chokes on his own saliva at the harsh throbbing kick that his cock makes, the front of his sweats already starting to soak with pre-come. He doesn’t even have to look down to know that it’s true.

He also doesn’t have much time to ponder or even really even reflect on what Rain could possibly mean by, “show him” before he’s getting his answer, and what he sees makes him scramble to reach down and push his goddamn sweats and underwear out of the way and get the first real grip to his cock. The pleasure overwhelms him for a second and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling before snapping his eyes back open. His thumb taps quickly on the video to run it back a few seconds just so he can watch it again.

It takes a few seconds for Dew to actually do as Rain asked, but those few moments of anticipation make the reveal all worth it.

Dew whines, and sits up nice and tall on his knees instead of sitting back on them, and a dildo the same shade of his clothes comes into view. Thick, probably oh so long, and wet .

Aether can’t help but send a silent thank you down to Satan that that was one of the Water Ghoul traits Dewdrop had kept after his transition to Fire, because the idea that Dew could be ready to take anything up his ass without lube if you got him horny enough never failed to make Aether’s eyes nearly cross in pleasure.

Straining to keep his eyes open, Aether clicks the volume up on his phone a few more notches and continues to watch, uncaring now how his cock is out in the open and how he’s furiously stroking himself as he watches. Anyone could walk in on him at this exact moment and he wouldn’t even give a damn. He probably wouldn’t even look away, because nothing was more important to him in this moment than watching Dew poised with a dildo part-way in him, hand still stroking his cock in that teasing manner; the pain in his ribs doesn’t even register to him anymore as he waits for Rain’s instruction.

And what an instruction it is.

“What do we say for Aether, Sweetheart?” The tone is sickeningly sweet, and Aether can easily imagine the equally saccharine smile that plays across Rain’s features even though he’s nowhere to be found in the video itself.

Dew whines, and Aether pulls the phone closer to his face, watching with greedy violet eyes as the Fire Ghoul’s thighs quiver. How long has Rain had him riding on that dildo? Had he even let Dewdrop rise up from where the dildo fills him until that exact moment? What events led to Rain recording Dew and having the pale little Ghoul send it to him with the caption ‘miss u’ like it was some innocent little message?

Clearly the devious Water Ghoul had been stirring up Dew for a long while, because the whines and moans that slip out of his mouth, sometimes with a visual counterpart, are shaky and wild and wet . Dewdrop only gets that way when he’s been teased for a long time.

Has Rain been teasing him since before they arrived at the hotel? Since before they performed their ritual? Aether swears under his breath, accelerating the rate of his own stroking, panting harshly through parted lips. There’s so much he doesn’t know that he should know, and the fact that he isn’t in that hotel watching this live, stuck here doing taxes of all goddamn things, causes him to curse again.

Pre-come drips over his knuckles, the wet sound of his stroking amplifying as he hears Rain ask again, less nicely this time, what Dew is supposed to say.

What— oh Lucifer in Hell — what is he supposed to say ? The Quintessence Ghoul would be waiting with bated breath were he not wringing his cock with abandon now, twisting his wrist on the upstroke and dragging harder on the downstroke; pulling at his foreskin and exposing the head of his cock as another large pearl of pre-come trickles out of him and over his knuckles, adding to the mess that he’s making of himself.

Finally, Dew speaks, his chin to his chest and his mouth in view of the camera. Aether’s eyes snap to it.

“Miss your big, fat cock in my ass--”

“ Ah-ah! ” Rain admonishes with a displeased click of his tongue, and the pathetic little squeaking keen Dew utters makes Aether dizzy .

Dew swallows and tries again, his legs trembling with fervor now. Swallowing roughly himself, Aether can just imagine how much the pretty, pale little Ghoul in front of him wants to slam his hips back down onto that dildo and ride, ride, ride until he’s come all over himself.

“Miss your big fat cock in my c- cunt ,” Dew says, and Aether nearly blacks out from how quickly he grabs the base of his dick to stop himself from coming right then and there.

In his delirium and almost orgasm, Aether hears Rain coo, “ Good girl…. ”

Aether has to double his efforts to not come his fucking brains out.

It’s not something Dew and Aether do together do all that often, or really ever , but the Quintessence Ghoul has heard from many sources— read: Swiss and a bit from Rain himself —that when Dew gets desperate enough, he really likes it when you do everything to point out how small and pretty and delicate he looks. How much like a pretty girl he looks. When you put him in an outfit that really makes the scene that much more real to him, and get him so horny and dropped into subspace, he’ll admit how much he likes being someone’s baby girl . He doesn’t have to be a big, tough, prickly Fire Ghoul. He can be pretty and sweet and treated oh so kindly as well as oh so meanly.

But that kind of play is usually reserved for Swiss and Rain. Not for Aether. Sure, Aether calls him pretty and sweet, but he’s never made Dewdrop use that kind of language for himself. He’s never made Dew wear an outfit like this—there’s fishnets on his legs, fucking Hell— but hearing it over those speakers makes Aether yearn to hear it live, and the curses of being left behind once again as he throws his head back might as well be shouted from the rooftops with how vehemently he spits it.

“I miss it…..I need it~”

Aether keys back into the video and once again taps it back a few seconds. There is no way in any of the circles of Hell he’s going to miss a single goddamn thing in this video.

“And what do we say about Aether’s cock, Babygirl ?” Rain asks, sounding closer to the camera now, as if he were standing just off to the side of Dew. The part of his chin that Aether can see is turned away from the camera slightly, and he must be right because suddenly, a familiar hand comes into the frame and grips at Dew's throat, causing a choked off moan to croak out of the Fire Ghoul.

Then, the camera suddenly moves, and Aether’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes as the camera is pulled up and aimed directly at Dew's face, and really, Aether can do nothing more than start pulling at his cock again at the vision that Dew makes.

He’s been crying, of course he’s been crying. But this isn’t the ordinary cry that he sometimes pulls out of Dewdrop when Aether Doms him.

Black streaks of mascara run down his cheeks, his eyes glassy and filled with tears and frustration and rapture , so deep in subspace that he seems like he doesn’t even have it in himself to be embarrassed about Rain exposing his face. Some strands of hair are plastered to the side of his temples and neck; one adamant piece stuck to his lips, making him look all the more wild. And oh , his lips. That redness that Ather had caught glimpses of before wasn’t from Dew biting them, or at least, not just from Dew biting them. Pretty berry red lip gloss covers his mouth, and Lucifer, even his mustache is gone, his upper lip shaved smooth and pretty, probably just how Rain wanted him.

Speaking of the Water Ghoul, his hand is still clasped around Dew's throat, and Aether watches as it tightens just enough as Dew moans out.

“I miss it…..I need it~”

He’s so close to coming again, he can feel it deep in his hips, the all consuming want to come. Yet another part of Aether wants to drag it out, to see how this video ends, to come when Dew comes, if he does get to come, and that idea just drags another moan out of him as he strokes a little harder.

It takes a monumental amount of willpower to remove his hand from his cock, the head flushed and purple, wet. Aether imagines for a frantic second it’s wet because of Dew's slick, and the mental image actually makes his eyes roll back this time.

“Well…..” Rain says lowly, camera still aimed at Dewdrop's flushed face, and it seems that the Fire Ghoul has grasped at some modicum of brain cells, because his eyes are looking away from Rain, but that doesn’t stop the low grade whine that he’s got going on in his throat.

The throat that Rain decides to actually squeeze now, the indents of his fingers very clear as they grip at the sides of the sweet little Fire Ghoul’s neck.

“Eyes on me or you’re not getting anything,” Rain enunciates carefully, and Dew's eyes seem to do as commanded before the Ghoul himself can even recognize that the action is done. Aether still can’t see the Water Ghoul’s face, but he hears that sickly sweet tone again. “That’s it, Babygirl . I know how much of a dumb bimbo you become when your cunt is filled with cock, but you need to pay attention.”

Fuck, it should not turn on Aether to hear Rain be condescending to Dew as much as it does, but he can’t help the way his cock kicks and hits his belly, leaving a wet mark behind on his t-shirt. He grips the arm of his chair with his free hand to stave off the gnawing all consuming urge to pump and pump and pump his cock until he comes everywhere. He hasn’t felt the need to come this much is so fucking long.

A terrible pang of loneliness hits him then, and he chomps onto his bottom lip to give himself anything to focus on other than the sheer longing he has to be with the two ghouls in the video.

“’M not a bimbo……” Dew replies weakly, and Aether draws a deep breath in sympathy for the choked tone.

The condescending laugh Rain lets out shouldn’t sound so good to Aether’s ears.

“Oh?” Rain’s voice is innocent, before he seems to lean in and get incredibly close to Dew's ear. "Then why are you trembling so hard like it’s taking all of your brain and willpower to prevent yourself from bouncing on the fake cock splitting your soaking little pussy open?” He hisses.

All Dewdrop can do is keen wantonly at the dirty talk, his tears filled eyes rolling shut, making said tears slip down his face and wet his cheeks anew, his glossy red mouth open and panting. He finally seems to find his words, because he whines, “Because you told me not to….”

Rain takes pity on him then, or seems to, because he lets out a long suffering sigh. “Oh, I suppose you’re right….for once…..you have been a particularly good little girl for me tonight…..” He removes his hand from Dew's throat, and the Fire Ghoul gasps out a full breath, but that’s all he gets before Rain is leaning in close again. “Is it because you know I’m going to make you send this video to Aether? Is it because you wanna be a good slut for him?” He asks, conspiratorially.

Oh. Oh no.

That thought hadn’t occurred to Aether. Is this a special version of Dewdrop that’s only happening because Rain decided to involve Aether?

Rain doesn’t get an answer from Dew, and neither does Aether, because at that exact moment, the video stops.

His phone is ringing.

The name on the caller ID makes him swipe furiously and answer it, halfway—ok, probably a lot more than halfway—delirious with arousal and indignation and longing and a myriad of other things he doesn’t have the spare brain cells to name as he croaks and speaks for the first time in what feels like hours.

“ What the fuck ? ”

“Ah, so you did get it, good,” Rain replies. So nonchalant, as if he didn’t help send Aether enough wank fodder to supply him for the next century . “With how long it was taking you to respond, I was almost afraid you were asleep.”

Aether growls into the phone, and Rain actually laughs, apparently endlessly pleased. The Quintessence Ghoul always knew he was a mean, sneaky little thing when he wanted to be, and the very clear mirth in his voice just proves it.

“ What the fuck ?” Aether repeats, and Rain chuckles again, clearly amused.

“Didn’t think it’d get you this riled up, big guy…..”

A soft sound breaks over Rain’s end of the phone, and Aether hears Rain pull himself away from the speaker to say. “You hush or you’ll get nothing .”

A wave of arousal hits Aether so hard he almost gets vertigo. “He’s still—?” He starts to ask, gritted through his teeth, and Rain finishes the sentence for him.

“Waiting and whining like a little bitch in heat? Yeah, she is.”

Aether chokes on a moan. “F-fuck, Rain.”

Rain just laughs more. “You wanna see?”

Growling, Aether can’t help but reach for his cock again and squeeze .

“I’ll take that as a yes,” is the smarmy reply from the Water Ghoul. Aether hears movement on Rain’s side of the line again, and wonders what the fuck is happening before Rain answers simply for him. “Turn video call on.”

Aether nearly drops his phone pulling it away from his face to do just that. Thank Satan below he doesn’t, and he thanks Satan again as the video call connects, Rain’s camera pointed directly at the object of Aether’s desire.

Dewdrop is poised right where Aether had left off in the video, but has fallen apart even more. His legs are actually truly shaking with the effort he seems to be exerting. His face is bowed, until Rain says, “Babygirl,” and Dew's head wearily looks up. Even more of his hair is plastered to his messy face, but Aether thinks he’s fucking beautiful and he can’t help but growl, which makes Dew's head snap to attention now.

He whines, and Rain replies. “That’s right, he’s finally here…..”

Dewdrop sobs. Honest to Lucifer sobs . “ Aether ~” He cries loudly, like the Quintessence Ghoul has been the key to his salvation this entire time. And oh, how utterly blasphemous that thought is.

“I’m here, Firelily,” he groans, stroking faster, unable to help himself because while the video was great , this is happening in real time. And while it would be even better— right even—for him to be there, this is the next best thing. “What do you need?”

When Dew takes more than a second or two to answer, Rain replies, the camera approaching closer to the delicate and worn out little Fire Ghoul. And oh , how pretty he is with his trembling thighs and rock hard cock sticking out from that slutty little skirt. Aether can see the fishnet stockings better, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to look at feminine clothing without imagining what Dew would look like in them for a long time. “Well, he asked you a question, didn’t he?”

Dew sobs again, his breath hitching as he wails, probably loud enough for the hotel neighbors to hear, but in his current state doesn’t seem to care about. “I need your cock— uhhngh — Aether! —I-I need to c-come ~!”

Aether just growls more, eyes unable to look away from the pathetic little display, on how Dew's cock kicks at his own confession, how his hands grip the bed sheets to his sides, white knuckle.

Rain must be a goddamn mind reader , because he proudly says. “I’ve been making her wait since she sent that video to you.”

Dew whines and screws his eyes shut at the pronouns, but doesn’t protest, opening them again after a few long seconds.

“ Good girl~ ”

It comes out of Aether’s mouth without permission, but once it’s out he can’t find that he regrets it with how Dewdrop reacts. He wails again, more tears streaming down his face, his cock absolutely pouring out pre-come. The Quintessence Ghoul bets that if the camera angle were different, he’d be able to see Dew's slick drooling and dripping down the dildo still perched inside him, not deep enough to satisfy at all .

Rain nearly cackles. “Hear that, Pretty Girl? Well….I think we can finally move to the main event.” He moves, and Aether hears him shuffle onto the bed, front and center across from Dew, and the big Ghoul growls again to see that he was right, the dildo is absolutely covered , as are the sheets below the trembling Fire Ghoul.

“Go on Princess….” Rain growls himself. “Show and Tell time…..”

Dew nearly ragdolls in relief as he finally, finally sits back down on the dildo, and the near shrieking moan would have Aether worried about noise complaints normally, but right now? He couldn’t give two flying fucks. He watches as Dew starts to bounce, riding and wailing and moaning and sobbing . Aether strokes along with his pace, and he can just about pretend that this beautiful creature is riding him, that he’s actually making Dew that wanton, that desperate .

“Tell him what you really want, Princess,” Rain commands, and Dew doesn’t even think to disobey him.

“Want you to knot in-in my pussy, Aeth—oh fuck ~” He whines and throws his head back, a fountain of hair flying behind him at the motion, bouncing on the dildo with true abandon now. However, he seems to remember some rule that Aether was never privy to and brings his head back forward, his face partially hidden by the straw colored strands that follow, but glassy, tear filled eyes stare right at the camera, practically into Aether’s soul. “Fill it up….m-make it—make it catch. ”

Aether can’t keep his mouth shut after that. How could he? How absolutely could he with the vision in front of him now? With Dewdrop pleading so sweetly, riding the simulacrum of his cock so desperately?

He lets loose utter filth. Praises Dew , tells him what a pretty girl he is, what a perfect little bimbo Princess he’s being. How good he was following Rain’s orders, and how amazing he looks, strung out in wanton abandon but still wanting more, more, more. The Quintessence Ghoul can feel his knot starting to inflate, something he hasn’t felt since before his pack members left, and he growls sharply, his fangs showing, and he knows that Dew sees them by how he tilts his head back and to the side, offering his neck, offering his submission. Aether feels a little bit of drool slide out of his mouth at the thought of sinking his teeth into that plump little scent gland, drowning himself in pheremones until he’s fucking drunk with it, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is coming and making the perfect little Ghoul in front of him come his stupid whore brains out.

“Gonna come—” he warns with a grunt, the feeling of his arousal along with the vision Dew makes rocketing him so very close to the edge.

“Yeah—you gonna knot her little pussy? Gonna knock her up?”

If Aether had the wherewithal, he’d notice Rain panting, but he just continues to fuck his fist, determined to come, needing it more than he feels like he needs to breathe.

And he agrees, agrees with Rain and tells Dew so. “Gonna knot— need to knot. Gonna tie so tight in your cunt, Baby…it’ll— fuck —you’ll be so full of me…..”

“Need it, need it, need it~! ” Dew all but shrieks, slamming himself down on the dildo so hard it’s actually shaking the bed, probably knocking the frame against the wall. If Aether were there, really doing this to him, the same thing probably would be happening anyway, so Aether can’t find it in himself to care, not when he’s this close.

And he is close, and he tells Dewdrop so. “Close…..almost there, Baby….here it comes— here it comes !”

“ Come in me—Come in my cunt~! ”

With that, and a particularly hard squeeze to his knot by his own hand, Aether does. He growls sharply, loudly into the speaker, and Dew slams the dildo home one more time before they’re both coming, shouting each other's names as if their infernal lives depend on it.

Their subsequent orgasms seems to last forever, Aether coming all over his shirt and his sweats, Dew coming without a single touch to his fucking dick, as if all he really needed was a cock in his ass to come so fucking hard. Aether’s cock gives another sharp kick at that, and he groans again, feeling the swell of his knot and squeezing it again, pretending for just another moment that it actually was buried deep inside Dew.

The comedown from the orgasm seems to last an eternity as well, but finally, the fog of arousal begins to clear from Aether’s mind, followed quickly by a deep loneliness. Yes, he just quite possibly had one of the best orgasms of his infernal life , but he wasn’t actually with Dewdrop and Rain, and as he watches Rain reach for Dew from behind the camera, cup his face and praise him heartily—the sweetness in his tone real this time—the Quintessence Ghoul can’t help but sigh and shut his eyes.

His attention is brought back to Rain saying his name, and he opens his eyes again to see Rain has turned the camera on himself.

“Hey, I’m gonna do some cleanup and aftercare with him and then we’ll call you back, ok? It’s easier to do it without holding the camera….” His tone seems apologetic, but Aether offers him a weak smile.

“Go ahead, I gotta do some cleanup myself,” he glances down at his soaked shirt, tucks himself back into his sweats with a small grimace, and Rain laughs, this time not a tinge of cruelty in it.

“Sounds good, I’ll call back ASAP, ok?”

Aether tries not to let the sting in his heart affect his smile. “Alright, talk to you soon.”

His phone goes dark as the call ends.

Once it does, he realizes it’s the only light in the room, the laptop in front of him long asleep. Aether sighs, sets the phone face down on the desk, leans back in the chair, closes his eyes, and just lets himself wallow.

He misses his pack, he misses their scents, their laughter not played through a tinny electronic speaker. He misses dinners and rituals and touching them and—

Aether paws at the tear that slips out.

Goddamnit.

There’s no one to blame but himself, and he sighs, sadness turning into anger and frustration at himself, and he moves, flicking on the desk lamp and reaching more vigorously for the box of tissues than he needs to, and that’s when his injured ribs seem to reawaken and remind him even more of his stupid mistake.

He tries to clean himself up as well as he can, but quickly finds it’s a lost damn cause and simply sheds his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. It caught the most of his orgasm anyways. He dutifully ignores his bruised torso in favor of shoving the dirtied tissues into the garbage.

Reaching up and rubbing at his face, he tries to stave off an oncoming headache. Sighing, he stands and moves, taxes altogether forgotten. He’s going to go lie down and wait.

Shuffling towards the bathroom, he rids himself of his stained sweats and underwear, uses the toilet, and downs one and a half glasses of water before padding to his wardrobe to change into something soft and clean.

He grabs his phone from the desk and approaches his nest, flopping down onto it and hissing when his ribs protest. He tells them to shut up and tries to get as comfortable as he can alone in his sea of blankets and pillows.

He tries not to stare at the blank screen, tries not to turn it on too often to see how time has passed. He knows aftercare is important and it can take a while, especially after an intense and probably long scene like that one, but he can’t help but be antsy, waiting and waiting for the phone to ring.

It does, eventually, and Aether accepts the video call on the second ring. Once the camera connects, his heart melts.

It’s an overhead view of Rain and Dew snuggled in the hotel bed, white sheets pooled around them. Dew's whole face is buried into Rain’s neck, and Aether tries not to speak too loud. He looks asleep.

He also tries not to be disappointed in that.

“How’d it go?” He asks.

Rain smiles and shifts, getting more comfortable. “Pretty good…..” he then hesitates and Aether frowns softly. “He kept asking for you for a bit….”

Aether’s eyes shut and they both share a little private moment of agony. “Yeah?” he croaks, opening his eyes.

Rain nods, finally settling into what seems like the perfect cuddle position. Aether tries fiercely not to be jealous. “But I let him know we were gonna call you after we were done cleaning up.”

It strikes Aether suddenly, that throughout that entire encounter, he didn’t see Rain come. His frown deepens. That wasn’t fair, was it?

“Are you? Did you—?”

It comes lamely out of his mouth, and this time he internally thanks Rain for his somehow mysterious ability to read minds when he needs to because he smiles and shakes his head.

“I’m alright,” he says from where he’s pressed into Dewdrop's hair. “He got me off several times before we even got the dildo in….isn’t that right?” He aims the question at the Ghoul cuddled into him, kissing at that wild straw hair, and Dew grumbles, nipping at the gills at Rain’s neck before turning his eyes towards the camera. His face is clear of makeup, but his eyes are still red, as is his nose, and he sniffs a little bit.

Aether can’t help himself. “Hi, baby….” he coos softly, and the Fire Ghoul trills back at him, pressing his face into Rain’s neck again, but keeping one eye open and on the camera.

A flash of pain clenches Aether’s heart. “Wish I was there with you,” he admits pathetically.

Dew makes a noise at that. “Heal faster,” he demands, his voice rough and funny sounding with his cheek smooshed into Rain’s collarbone.

The Water Ghoul rolls his eyes. “Take your time ,” he says, nudging Dew, who simply scoffs.

They sit in silence for a long moment, enjoying the company however they can share it, before Dew whispers. “Miss you….”

Aether’s heart breaks all over again. “Miss you too, Firefly….”

The silence isn’t quite as enjoyable after that. Dewdrop yawns after a while, and Rain sighs, defeated. “It’s late,” he admits, even though they all know it is. They should get on with it. They should go to bed because they probably have to get on the road tomorrow, and Aether, well, he’s got piles of receipts to attend to. However it becomes increasingly obvious that none of them want to hang up, especially when Dew whines softly in protest when Rain suggests they go to sleep.

The Water Ghoul bites his lip. “Here, how about this….” and he starts to move, making Dew protest again. Rain simply shushes him and shuffles them onto their sides, propping the phone up on the bed so Aether can see the both of them. They look so comfortable, and Aether yearns . “Tell us about your day,” Rain says softly, nudging Dewdrop, who watches Aether with tired yet fond eyes.

And Aether does exactly that, trying to think of anything to talk about to keep the call going. In turn, Dew—mostly Rain if they’re being honest—tells him about their day, fills him in on the tour, the rest of their pack members, until even Aether starts to fall asleep in the middle of a sentence.

“Miss you,” he says. The two Ghouls on the other line rumble in agreement. “Love you,” he adds.

“Love you too,” Rain replies easily. Dew stays quiet, and Aether tries not to let it hurt him.

“See you next time you come home…..” he says instead, not quite remembering when that will be, but it’s the sentiment that counts, that keeps him going.

Rain and Dew mumble agreements, but again, no one reaches to turn off the call. They just stare at one another, until Aether finally loses the battle and his eyes slip closed, the last thing he sees before he drops off into sleep is Dewdrop mouthing—

“I love you.”

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