#heavenly aether

[daydream-cement]

Heavenly Aether Ch. 1

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Cults, death, and corruption are in store as Constable Hilmarson, with the help of a nosy reporter and her trusty partner, Robin Griffin, attempts to take down a powerful organization before more people die.

I hope you are all ready for another twisty-turning installment of falling in love with Miranda Hilmarson. Thank you to @booitsrue for helping me get started :)

TW: cults, suicide, death, corruption, brief descriptions of violence

January 15th, 1996

Sergeant Don Marshall had enough of your bickering, finally standing from his desk and pointing towards the front doors of the police station. With the most hateful scowl and through gritted teeth, he gave you his final warning, “For the last time. Get out of my office before I charge you with misleading an investigation.”

He hadn’t listened to a word you had told him. Three days ago was the third time a group of five had ended up dead in honor of their religious organization: The Church of Mithras. The first time five died in connection to the church was April 1, 1995, the second time June 9, 1995, and now… five more.

The specific details of the gods, religious context, and true beliefs of The Church of Mithras were a true mystery to you. There was no documented evidence of the church's activities or beliefs. Everything occurring within the organization was kept a complete mystery to those who were not binded to the religion. All of the information you had gathered was based on your own assumptions combining the name of the church with the dates of the mass deaths.

Your research assumed this cult was a reinvention of the Cult of Mithras, a Roman mystery religion centered on the god Mithras with connections to astrology. The messy, weblike collage at home on your wall best depicted the complex symbolism and Gods the religion utilized to justify the harm that befell their followers. While it was challenging to gather information on this ancient cult, they recognized a torch-bearing icon named Cautes who you found to be in connection with the Roman god Caelus and the Greek god Uranus.

All of this was information you had tried sharing moments before, but it was obvious the detective wasn’t listening. Slamming your hands down on Don’s desk, you hope if you showed enough urgency, he would understand the seriousness of the situation, “Detective Marshall! You aren’t listening to me! Each of the dates matches up with Uranus entering different zodiacs! The Church of Mithras is copying the Cult of Mithras! There are connections to-

You wouldn’t have bothered Detective Sergeant Marshall about any of this if you doubted any bit of your evidence. Just as he had done in June of ‘95, he ordered you to be escorted from the station, “That’s it! Butler! Lee! Escort this woman out of my office!

At eighteen, you knew you were more overzealous than the other reporters for The Sydney Monitor, but it was your gumption and bite that gave you the job in the first place. You become more desperate, needing Marshall to listen to you, only for a moment. It was a matter of life and death, “More people will die in 2003! Don, you can’t-”

When a hand came down on your shoulder and another grasped your forearm, you twisted about to make eye contact with two constables. Attempting to pull your arms away from them, you growled as they followed after you, grasping you even tighter as they dragged you from Sergeant Marshall's office, “Let go of me! Let go!”

The two officers pulled you to the front of the station, the rounder of the two following you as you were pushed from the building, “You need to go. No one is interested in arresting you, but if you keep coming back here, we will.”

You glanced at his name badge, which read ‘Butler,’ and by the look of the markings on his sleeve, he was a senior constable. Looking back to his face, you narrow your eyes at him, ignoring the kindness in his voice. He was still one of the people who stood in the way of getting justice for the 15 who were dead and the many more who would follow if things continued without intervention, “There is blood on all of your hands.”

He sighed and shook his head, turning away from you to head back inside the station.

You shook this failure of obtaining police intervention from your mind, knowing if you wanted the case solved, you would have to do it all on your own. You needed more information on the cult and the only way you were going to get this was through insiders. The next step was getting people to talk.

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February 6th, 2023

“Robin… This case is currently open. Why would the files for it be kept back here where no one can find them?” When Miranda asked the question, she was well aware the files were in this backroom far before Robin’s arrival to the department, but as her mentor and partner, Miranda wanted the brunette’s advice before she assumed the worst. The box was labeled: ‘The Church of Mithras’ with the opening date of the case being April 1, 1995.

Last week, Miranda and Robin solved yet another large case, breaking nearly a dozen rules and laws in the process, relegating them to various clean-up tasks around the station as punishment. Today’s assignment was organizing the back storage room, leading to the discovery of the open case box with an absurd amount of entries with such little evidence to go along with it.

The mass suicides of The Church of Mithras were something Miranda was well aware of, the first of them happening when she was 14 years old. It was absurd to her that there had been 11 occasions where members of the church had died in groupings of five, and now that she was looking at the files, it was obvious no one had ever looked into the case.

��I’ve heard about this church. They are responsible for the deaths of 55 people.” Robin glanced up to Miranda before reaching into the box, thumbing through the few pages that existed within the files. “I can’t understand why there is no evidence. After nearly 30 years, you would expect something more than the general documentation of the event…”

Miranda pulled out a few of the pages, skimming them for any inconsistencies or patterns. One thing she recognized from all of them was a name. Your name. She offered the page up to Robin, pointing out your name to her, “This name keeps coming up in each of the files. Maybe we could talk to them on our lunch break?”

“Are you asking me to shirk our duties here at the station so we can go research a case that has been deliberately ignored for decades?” Robin smirked as she asked her question, obviously pleased to participate in another round of rule breaking with her partner.

“Maybe.” The constable gave a coy shrug, rolling her eyes and glancing up to the clock. Their typical lunch break was in a half hour, just enough time to look up the name and find a possible place of employment or home address.

Griffin turned her head back down to look through the files. She needed to familiarize herself with the case if they were going out to interview anyone, “Are we taking your car or mine?”

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Over the past three decades, your journalist work kept you attached to the world of true crime, but with no true momentum with The Church of Mithras case, you had to diversify your interests. Working for The Sydney Monitor had been a fruitful career, and you were well aware you were able to write and research in a way that left you fulfilled. There was always a gaping hole left in you from the case that always went unsolved.

You still kept the dates of the mass deaths and their correlated astrological events written in the inside of your notebook.

April 1, 1995 - Uranus enters Aquarius June 9, 1995 - Uranus (Retrograde) enters Capricorn January 12, 1996 - Uranus enters Aquarius March 10, 2003 - Uranus enters Pisces September 15, 2003 - Uranus (Retrograde) enters Aquarius December 30, 2003 - Uranus enters Pisces May 28, 2010 - Uranus enters Aries August 14, 2010 - Uranus (Retrograde) enters Pisces March 12, 2011- Uranus enters Aries May 15, 2018 - Uranus enters Taurus November 6, 2018 - Uranus (Retrograde) enters Aries

The death toll was far higher than you ever anticipated. After each event, you gathered more information, and set off to the police station where you had been escorted out each and every time.

At some point, you would have assumed someone would have taken you seriously. Don Marshall, who kicked you out as a sergeant, was now the deputy commissioner, and Adrian Butler, who had escorted you out as a constable, was now a superintendent. Both of the men had continued to climb the ladder of success, regardless of the number of lives that had been lost due to their negligence.

You knew the next event was in four weeks.

Four weeks and the death count would be up to 60.

Or… at least, you thought the death count would rise to 60, but that was until Constable Hilmarson and Detective Griffin appeared in your office doorway.

For once in your career, the police wanted to hear what you had on The Church of Mithras.

[catto-ohno]

Daydreaming about the sustainer and aether being responsible for the destruction of Khaenriah, aether under the control of the divine and the sustainer being none the wiser of such a thing. Seeing a God who represents perfection and adoring him, looking up to him. Envying him.

The jealousy, the admiration. She wants to be perfect. But she could never be as perfect as him. Never as strong, as graceful, as stoic, as professional. Clueless to the pure control he's under and as lumine watches on in horror.

The sustainer was created to replace aether, and was put through the same training and extensive torture he was. Because he proved it to be effective, so she was next in line.

So when he and lumine escape, the sustainer uses that against him. She is stronger. She is better. But even after he's gone, she's not enough. She can't be enough. She can't be him.

The divine still rejects her and despises this replacement they were forced to raise, the replacement for something much better. The executioner. The sun.

[cryptiddeer]

People who pilot those big fuck-off Godzilla fighting Mechs have a tenuous and weird relationship with their humanity and independence + supernatural twins tropes + my brains complete inability to shut the fuck up about hoyoverse games = a brand new fucked up au for me to chew on

[losthomunculus]

ok kinda embarrassing that as The Fischl Guy I haven't looked into her story more but

This sounds A LOT like Lumine went to Celestia or the Abyss, questioned their authority, and was tainted, becoming the Abyss Princess. (btw for consistency Aether is the MC, Lumine is the Abyss Twin in this post)

Perhaps the King of Ravens could be Dainsleif? They traveled together before, right? And though I doubt they still have contact I think it's possible that his duty to Irminsul will end up in her favor (perhaps cleansing her).

see Dain's official introduction, it mentions a strand of blonde hair, likely that of Lumine. She's now his enemy who he will have to kill or save.

Every nation we've been to so far has faced some sort of catastrophe, and it's obvious there's war with Celestia on the horizon. And what nation are we going to see last?? Khaenri'ah/The Abyss.

We know little of Dainsleif's actual duties as "Bough Keeper" but considering he's associated with both twins and Irminsul itself I think it makes sense he's Oz here. Although he's not Aether's companion, Flowers for Princess Fischl isn't 1:1 to canon (considering Princess Fischl doesn't even have a twin).

That would make Aether the one currently acting as Princess Fischl.

Lumine says herself she's already been on this soul gathering journey, but she was unable to cleanse the darkness herself. I'd assume this is because she can't be Princess Fischl alone, as she and Aether are two halves of a whole. Their constellations reflect each other and they're interchangeable in the narrative.

Also Aether has shown off his cleansing powers with Dvalin's tears all the way back in the beginning sooo... Seems it's gonna be his job to cleanse Irminsul alongside Lumine and Dainsleif.

Now you may be thinking wait but what about Paimon she's been here all along?!

I think Paimon is the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles tbh. People are like "noo that's too obvious" but if you look at how Nahida was reverted to the form of the child and the symbols on Paimon match the Unknown God it's just... blatantly obvious.

She's probably so placid right now because whatever Aether is doing is something that has to be done. Maybe once she resisted fate but now that she's been factory reset she isn't part of the "fate resisting royals" ie Celestia. Aether is simply walking the lines of fate as they're supposed to go.

All in all I think this is a "Rose Quartz is Pink Diamond" situation where people think there must be a deeper secret going on instead of being able to accept the obvious answer. There's a name for this fallacy but I always forget and just think of the Pink Diamond thing.

so yeah whatcha think? I havent actually read the ingame books yet and I'll probably write about them once I do but for now I think it seems Fischl's story is meant to tell us about Aether and Lumine's.

[cherry-colored-petals]

“Sealed. ”

Synopsis: Returning to Celestia, the Heavenly Principles was about to face the twins before noticing a familiar figure that was once locked away in a cage of ice and snow...

C.W.: Hurt no comfort, Aether and Lumine are in pain, reader is seen as a traveler like them but can be interpreted as something else (cause we love ambiguous roles), this is also how I interpret how we get to Celestia to face Heavenly Principles w/ all the elements so it's p much vague wwww, also I am not sorry for how short it is and how painful it is if you like the traveler/s :>

Reaching up the last nation, the twins seem to talk amongst themselves on what they need to do. Although Lumine didn't want to push it yet with how things can get horribly wrong, Aether had convinced her that with strength from them, the elements, and with another, they'd be fine.

It was not like they're going to be hindered again and be separated, wouldn't they? Surely not. It's not like they're going to be apart the second time with the archons on their side.

Reaching the land of Celestia, the twins clearly swept the floor when the beings stopped the twins from reaching the same stage where they faced the Heavenly Principles. Some even tried to mimic the people they've met and helped in their journey, while others began to try and help them get through it quicker.

It was only when they reached the very top that the Heavenly Principles revealed herself, stepping out of the rift she had created like before. Both twins raised their weapons, and she merely looked unamused at the sight.

However, she did notice something… Odd.

"… Well, well, well," she began, humming with a smile. "It seems that the one I've sealed has broke free."

She seem focused onto the spirit materializing behind the twins, who seem to look over in shock. The traveler they were with that tagged along seem to phase in and out of their own 'body', but it seems it's actual appearance is now materializing fully and revealing it's shape and appearance.

"… I'm here to set things right, Heavenly Principles," the third spoke, raising their spear and letting the blade face in front of them. "I don't want this timeline to be erased like the others, and you and I know that. So I'd like to settle this."

"Hm… Amusing," the God said with a laugh, clearly knowing that they wouldn't stand a chance. "And how would you do that? Clearly the only option is to simply erase yourself from this world's existence. Are you willing to do that?"

The twins seem to stare at the third, eyes wide. Aether, in particular, went pale. He knew what the God meant, and in some twisted way, he hoped that they wouldn't take it.

But like many others, the third didn't back down to the offer. Even if, to everyone, they will be erased. Permanently.

"Yes. I've already ruined the world enough as is with how I've interfered. I'd like to at least make one major event go smoothly."

The God's eyes gleamed at the sight, and Aether's yells fell on deaf ears.

"Good."

And before anyone could have ever expected, blocks of black and red appeared and formed into shards— multiple of them, flying through and effectively stabbing the third.

Again and again and again.

Up until they began to grow more and more, engulfing their body, and soon broke into pieces.

And so, their memory being recorded of this world faded away too, and the timeline in and of itself broke apart— only being rebuild anew with only the Unknown God remembering…

… And the unfortunate twins who had witnessed the death and erasure of the other for the sake of giving them both a second chance.

© ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀᴇᴅ-ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs : 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ♡ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ sᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

[thormanick]

I FINISHED A THING AND I HOPE IT WILL WORK

AAAAAAAAA *keeps screaming into the void* I’M SO EXCITED it’s the first animatic(???)-thingy I’ve actually properly finished

Song “Emotional Machine” by MARINA

[aekirouan]

Caelum.

[hoshimiyasumi]

[ventus-rogue]

I’m really curious as to who the third Descender might be, since Kusanali said that your twin is not classified as such. We know the Sustainer of the Heavenly Principles (who I believe is the Primordial One, or at least a part of him/her/it/they) is considered the first. The second is probably the Second Who Came, who we know even less about than the Primordial One. Which leaves the third.

Anyone got any fun theories? I’ve heard a couple people kick around the idea of Alice and the twin being the third but their identity as such being forgotten in the same fashion as a certain god.

[daydream-cement]

Heavenly Aether Ch. 5

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Betrayal and bonding.

Sorry this update has taken forever! Thank you for the beta my dear husband @bri-sonat.

Miranda must have apologized a dozen times by the time she walked you into an empty jail cell, but each and every time you left her without a response, staring off into space as you fumed about her betrayal. You had placed your trust in her in a matter of days - yet here she was, quickly breaking that trust for reasons unbeknownst to you. 

“You will only be here for a few hours. I promise. I can take you straight home in the morning. I’m so sorry.” The constable towered above you as she removed your handcuffs, her hands grasping your wrists carefully once the metal had fallen away from your skin. Her thumbs gently rubbed against where the cuffs had been, massaging away any soreness. 

Finally, you turned your gaze upwards to meet her eyes and you watched her posture slouch ever so slightly when she saw the coldness in your eyes. You hadn’t yanked your hands away from Miranda’s grasp as an invisible force kept your feet pinned to the floor directly before her.

Miranda ducked her head low as she spoke in a harsh whisper. Her hands pulled on your wrists, tugging you closer to avoid having to speak too loud, “Please, Y/n… I’m doing everything in my power to move this case forward. This was out of my control. I can’t help you if I get demoted or removed from the force…”

You gazed into her eyes defiantly and tried to ignore the fact that Miranda’s face was inches from yours. Why did she have to be so endearing when you were trying to be angry with her?

“I’ll bring you something for dinner. I’m sorry again…” 

The constable gave you a final remorseful glance before backing away and leaving you alone in the holding cell. You couldn’t be more furious with Miranda or the situation you found yourself in. This was beyond a waste of time. 

For a long while, you sat glaring at the painted cinder block wall, stewing on the betrayal from the woman you had begun to repose such trust in. Miranda dropped off dinner and you continued giving her the cold shoulder, not interested in letting her off so easily.

She left you alone after a long while of trying to explain herself once again. Her reasoning for betraying you was built on a solid foundation of not wanting to lose her job, but you were filled with righteous justice for all the lives that had been lost so far. 

Eventually, the anger subsided to be replaced with anxiety and panic when you reached to absentmindedly play with the flash drive that hung around your neck only to find it missing. No one had taken it when you had to hand over all your belongings before you were placed in lock-up. It must be in your apartment. 

Your mind began racing at all the possibilities: Were they going through your apartment as you sat here in this cell? Would they find the flash drive that was sitting on your nightstand? 

If the wrong corrupted individual were to get their hands on that flash drive, your decades of research would disappear without a trace and an additional few would be fated to die.

Miranda hadn’t returned to the cell to see you until the next morning. You had slept in short spurts throughout the night and when she entered, her voice accompanied by a gentle shake of your shoulder pulled you from your sleep. “Y/n… Wake up…”

Immediately as you were roused from your slumber, you shot up as you were reminded of the severity of your missing flash drive. Your hands gripped her forearms as you searched her eyes - your tone as frantic as your gaze. “Miranda. The flash drive. Where is the flash drive? I left it- They might have it. I-”

“Shh… It’s gonna be okay. Let’s get you out of here.” Miranda retracted her arms so she could take you by your hands, giving you a soft pull so you would shift into a standing position. Once standing, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and guided you from the cell, hushing your concerned chatter as she retrieved your belongings from the lock-up desk. 

“Miranda, what is-” 

The Aussie cut you off, her tone loud and overzealous so as to prevent others from thinking she was plotting something with you. “I’ll give you a ride, ma’am.” 

“Ma’am? What are you talking about?” You furrow your brow at the strangely formal title she had given you. 

“You have had a long night. I’m sure you are ready to get home, huh?” She guided you through the police station with a hand at the small of your back, pushing you towards the back entrance you had arrived through. Once out in the parking garage, your line of questioning continued as you couldn’t understand why she could be behaving so erratically. 

“Mira- Stop. What are you-”

“No need for any fuss. Get on in and I will drive you home.” Miranda repeated as she helped you into the passenger seat. You were growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of communication from the constable. The least she could do was clue you into the reason she was acting so strangely. 

“Mir-” As you struggled to get a word in edgewise, the blonde shut the car door in your face, leading your anger to bubble to the surface. When she rounded the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, you laid in on her. “What is it you think you are doing? Is this kidnapping? You haven’t told me where we are going! You just up and take me from the holding cell like a madwoman!”

“Shh! I am getting you out of there! They searched your apartment last night.” Miranda lost all of her timid kindness as she launched her own verbal attack back at you. She shifted the car into reverse and pulled from the parking place, needing to get away from the station as quickly as possible. “They were looking for that little flash drive of yours, but…” 

The constable reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out your flash drive on a chain, sending an automatic jolt of relief through your body. The feeling of relief was soon replaced with a wave of nausea at the fact you had treated her so poorly over the past 12 hours. “Miranda, I’m- I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I- I should have listened…” 

“It’s okay, Y/n. We need to get you home.” Instead of handing over the flash drive, Miranda leaned over in her seat and looped the necklace over your head. The act felt extremely intimate, especially when her hands came back around your neck and moved your hair out of the way so the chain could lay comfortably around your neck. “Do you need anything to eat? You didn’t have much of your dinner last night.”

“Uhm, yeah. Sure.” Your breath hitched and a blush spread on your cheeks when her fingertips graced the back of your neck. Her touch was brief and left you wondering why you craved more. You finally felt like you could breathe again when Miranda pulled away - her focus shifting to driving you home and potentially grabbing a coffee.

“I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but they found a computer and some documents in your home. It will take time for the non-corrupt higher-ups to figure it out, but it was an illegal search. They wanted that flash drive. I was thinking, if you are okay with it, that I could sleep on your couch tonight. Just in case they send anyone again…” 

Your fingers twiddled with the flash drive that hung from your neck, mind swirling with what may be the potential state of your apartment when you return. She had already been making you nervous through her lingering touches and kind eyes, and now she wanted to stay in your apartment with you?

As Miranda parked her car in the parking garage near your home, she began filling you in on the plan she had formulated with Robin while you were locked up. “So we have been looking into the organization a bit more and it seems as though there is a recruitment event coming up. I’m thinking we could go undercover and see what we can learn about the church. Robin says she would be willing to run ground interference if you and I pose as potential members, although we might have to put you in a wig or something. They may recognize you.”

“Undercover? With me?”

The blonde seemed delighted with the prospect of going undercover with you, immediately making you feel more at ease with the idea. You couldn’t help but watch the sweet little grin that grew on her face as she explained her desire to go undercover with you. “Uh, yeah! We could gain plenty of valuable information and…. It might be a little fun.” 

You listened carefully as Miranda parked the car, saving your reply for when you walked side by side. “Don’t you need approval from your superiors for that kind of thing? It doesn’t seem as though they are really on our team here.” 

“Robin worked an in she had at the courts. She explained our predicament and they approved the undercover work and said getting a search warrant wouldn’t be too hard either if we went through them.” Miranda followed your lead as you guided her down a staircase and over to your building. From there you began walking her through a side door and up a floor to your apartment. “So I’m thinking you get your best dress and you and I can be some affluent lesbian couple or something?”

“A couple?” You giggle as you unlock your front door, unable to believe your ears. 

“Or something?” Miranda laughed in return, but her attention was soon taken up by the messy apartment before her. The constables who had been in your apartment left objects strewn everywhere as they sought out your technological belongings. Before you were able to express your frustrations with the state of your apartment, Miranda’s soft voice rang in your ear, “I’m so sorry. I can help you clean a bit, but I’ll need a little direction from you.”

It took you a few minutes to calm down and comprehend the possessions broken and damaged by the carelessness of Miranda’s peers. The constable helped you shelve books and put the cushions and pillows back on the sofa.

The conversation slowly shifted from the case at hand to personal stories surrounding your knick-knacks and photographs. Next thing you knew, the two of you were giggling on your sofa, a few empty bottles of beer littering the table before you and a half-full bottle in both of your hands. The two of you had started your conversation at separate ends of the couch and now you had met in the middle, the back of Miranda’s knuckles gently rubbing your shin.

“There is no way!” You shouted, arms reaching out to grasp Miranda’s knee to shake her back and forth. The laughs you had begun to share were endless as Miranda’s joy was simply contagious. The worries of the case at hand and your recent arrest were all but a distant memory for the time being.

“I really did! Look for yourself.” The blonde lifted her shirt to display a few-year-old healed wound on her chest. At first, you assumed her ‘life-threatening wound’ was just her being hyperbolic, but now that you saw it with your own eyes, you had no choice but to believe her.

You couldn’t help yourself when you reached forward and pressed your fingertips against the scar. Lingering your touch against her soft skin, you tenderly began stroking your fingers back and forth. You only stopped when Miranda’s hand caught your wrist, sending your gaze up to meet hers to see she had gone serious.

“You are very beautiful…” Miranda’s voice was barely a whisper when she pulled your wrist to her mouth, her lips coming to place a gentle kiss along your skin. 

You found yourself creeping closer, your spare hand resting on her thigh as your faces drifted closer together. “We should be careful…” 

Her lips ghosted over yours - the soft breath of her words could be felt across your lips. “I agree… We should stop before this goes too far…”

The alcohol in your system certainly wasn’t helping your decision-making process. You knew you wanted Miranda regardless, but you had been keeping yourself from it for the sake of the case. The two of you seemed to be growing closer in spite of your anger from earlier today which only made your adoration for her stronger. 

Now that you were a lips distance away, you could smell the sweetness of her shampoo. Her fingers against your thigh were making you feel delirious, but it was her beautiful eyes that drove you mad.

Miranda’s usual kindness had disappeared, and been replaced with a hunger you hadn’t witnessed before. There was no going back from what you both wanted, and the repercussions were minuscule in comparison to the way you began to ache for one another

“Yeah…” You mumbled before closing the gap between your lips and hers.

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[trophygony]

oh bring it on goes super hard

[starry-skies-116]

Genshin My AU Brainrot here we go~:

The Primordial One and his Shades didn’t kill the Seven Dragon Sovereigns: they actually imprisoned them in the hypostases cubes. They had to forcibly manipulate the elements and draw on the dragons’s natural elemental powers to create Teyvat and its people, as elements are the fundamental building blocks of this world and universe. Like the twins, the Primordial One is an interdimensional, universe and timeline-hopping alien from the same world as them- a Celestial Aeon who was responsible for the creation of the universe who hails from a different time and place, if you will- another homeworld.

The Seven Dragon Sovereigns are now the ‘angel’ counterparts coexisting on the opposite side of the coin alongside the Seven Archons (the ‘demon’ counterparts).

Aether mentions that Venti’s eyes are the color of the skies of his hometown- he actually means Celestia from his earliest memories, back when it was ruled by The First Who Came. Since his memories were wiped and his powers sealed by the Demiurge’s servant Asmoday (the Sustainer of the ‘current’ Heavenly Principles), he doesn’t quite have specific memory of his original world/home.

The Primordial One’s name is Phanes. The Four Shining Shades are Isatroth/Kairos (she/they), Erebos/Shiva (he/they), Eir/Thanatos (she/they), and Ishtar/Janus (he/they).

Phanes, true to their descriptions, is androgynous in nature (pangender, on a sidequest journey to collect all the pronouns), was birthed from a cosmic egg (which was the Big Bang), and has wings and a crown.

Phanes is rather rarely called the ‘Genshin’ (the Primordial God or the Original God in Chinese).

The Demiurge (The Second Who Came) actually defeated Phanes and their Shades (The First Who Came), withheld free elemental power from humanity and stripped the allogenes of their visions, powers and memories, and murdered the Primordial One and their shades before consuming them (like in Greek Mythology) to usurp their powers, and by extension, the eternal throne of the heavens. 

The microcosm from the heavens was actually Teyvat’s equivalent of The Big Bang- the creation of the universe. Heaven and Earth existed as parallel planes of existence- sort of akin to Mount Olympus if you had to tear a hole in both time and space, or discard your physical form and/or astral project to get there.

Aether and Lumine are actually a unique species of Celestial Aeons- unlike Phanes and their four Shades, Aether and Lumine are actually the son and daughter, and by extent, the rightful heirs of Celestia, hatched from cosmic eggs just like him. Phanes manually created and birthed them themselves into their empowered divine physical manifestations, and loved his children dearly, spoiling them rotten whilst also raising them in his image. 

Phanes also deeply loved his Shades akin to close friends and siblings, and the Shades co-parented the twins alongside them. They were separated from their parents at a young age, however, when the Demiurge attacked and destroyed what they loved- it greatly traumatized them to the point where they repressed such memories as they traveled from world to world.

Paimon was created similar to the way a Shade was created- from fragments the Primordial One’s essence, bones, blood, flesh and organs. She was previously the messenger of the gods, now assigned and hardwired to be the closest companion and greatest, most trustworthy friend of the twins- to protect and serve the future heir. Dainsleif betrayed Lumine because he wasn’t of the same origins as Paimon, and Lumine essentially had her memories corrupted further, trying to convince Aether that Khaen’riah was their home (even though Aether KNOWS it doesn’t look familiar in a deeply emotional way to him for shit).

Both Paimon and Aether have lost their memory, and thus are unaware of their true identities.

Aether never truly ‘knew’ Phanes, yet has subconscious recalling of his earliest memories with them that only resurface upon moments of extreme emotional grief or strife. He has memories of golden, feathery wings in the multitudes- a yolk breaking and flowing within stars encapsulated in golden, sublime radiance- the sound of laughter and cooing, a voice whispering to him tidings of joy and love so eternal, and much more. Scaramouche was a tad startled when Aether was writhing in so much agony, sobbing akin to a child and crying out for ‘Father’ to save him, hold him in their arms and tell them that Phanes would always love him and his sister like they always did.

No one in Teyvat knows that the twins are the children of Phanes, yet Venti thinks that Aether appears familiar.

[crafantale]

Genshin Lags in My Computer

Like I fully expected this because the system requirements are higher but there's not even a menu to change graphical settings? Just jump straight to the first cutscene?

It's not much, but noticeable even during the main menu, some of the pillars and cloud slow down a tiny bit, so I know things are gonna get super lag once we reach Damage Per Screenshot moments

@cursedskull-666 can you go back to before the beginning cutscene started? just in case I want to stream/record it if my comp can manage to run it smooth

[randomness-weekly]

I can’t help but notice that there are a few parallels between the twins falling into Teyvat and the biblical Lucifer’s fall from grace.

[sylverstorms]

~Honkai: Star Rail Women and How they Hug You~

Characters: Kafka  |  Black Swan  |  Acheron |  Firefly  |  Robin |  Himeko  

Warnings: None, SFW.

Kafka is always hot. In every sense of the word. 

Even in the heart of winter, she is a source of endless heat when you join her on the couch after missions. With her mauve hair loose, she is the personification of temptation as she languidly motions for you to come closer. Once you’re within reach, her fingers slide like liquid over your nape, pull you flush against her, with your head resting on either her shoulder or her generous chest. 

She loves to talk low in your ear while she holds you like this, fingernails gently scratching at the base of your neck. Sometimes, she shares details about her missions. If she’s in a naughtier mood, however, expect the kinkiest things to fill your ears, until you’re blazing red. 

Black Swan feels like a cool spring. A calm oasis for you to rest in, for however long you wish. 

All you have to do is speak her name into the aether, and she will come to you, as soon as she is able. Be it after nightmares or long days, you always smile when you feel your bed dip with a familiar weight. Her graceful arms encircle your neck, guiding you onto her chest. If you’ve closed your eyes, overcome by the bliss, before you see her amused smile, then you will feel it on your skin when she kisses you. 

Hugging her is heavenly. Like you’re enveloped in a cloud. Soft, fresh, plush in all the right places. And as soon as she asks you how her ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ is faring, if you missed her, that is when you utterly melt.      

Acheron is steady and so very safe. 

It’s like nothing in the world can touch you while you’re with her. She’s not one to initiate long embraces first, hesitant due to her powers, but if the two of you are alone she will often cast you a longing look that speaks volumes of how badly she wants to be close to you. One she hopes you don’t catch, even though you always do.  

When she hugs you, her strong arms wrap around you like you are the most precious thing in the world. She likes to tuck her chin onto your shoulder, sometimes turn into your neck, breathing you in. Her body is firm from years of combat, but her skin is so soft to the touch. The corner of her lip always tugs upwards in amusement when you caress her abs (which is every chance you get).

Firefly is an absolute sweetheart. 

Do you want to hold her? She will stop whatever she is doing and immediately come over to you. More often than not, she ends up curled into your lap with her arms around your shoulders. Adores nuzzling into your neck and pressing her cheek against yours like a little kitten. If you kiss her jaw or temple, she will melt in your arms. 

Very sensitive. If your lips caress her neck, best believe she will make a sound and immediately turn tomato-red. No matter how long you’ve been together, flirting in this position will result in her cheeks growing hot. Which only makes you want to tease her that much more. 

Robin is always a delight to hug. Cosy and sweet and soft. 

She absolutely flushes at the smallest hint of PDA if other people are around, but she will not deny you ever. Behind closed doors is a different story though. The girl will come over to you and wrap her arms around you from behind, silently asking to be held because she’s often too shy to say it. If you toy with her hair, massage her back or nuzzle into her wings, she will shiver against you. 

Likes to trace small shapes on your skin with her fingertips when you’re cuddling. Will die inside and go to heaven if you do it to her first. If you simply lay together, relaxing, she may start humming a tune by your ear in her angelic voice. A privilege reserved for her one and only <3

Himeko is soothing in every way. The way she smells, the way she touches you, the way she makes you feel. 

She is gentle like the warmth of a fireplace after a long trudge through snow and she never gets tired of holding you. You don’t even have to ask. One look and she will know to come over and embrace you. If other members of your team are around, she establishes small points of contact, like an arm around your waist or a hand at the small of your back. Until you are alone, where she will fully guide you into her arms. 

Loves to gently massage your back or run her thumb in small circles between your shoulderblades. Always exhales a soft chuckle if you kiss her collarbone and tell her how good she feels. You are so comfortable when you sleep against her perfect body that you have trouble sleeping without. Not that she minds this one bit.     

[venxsssss]

𖥻 . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ᯓ

°•— Lucifer morningstar x former spouse!reader

This includes Greek mythology.(basically, the reader is the daughter of Nyx, the primordial Greek goddess of the night and a consort to Erebus, the god of darkness, and one of the first goddesses, the person who made the earth, sky and sea with the one and only heavenly father. In this au, only two of Nyx's children, Hypnos, the god of sleep, and Hemera, goddess of the day, are present.)

Lucifer was besieged by a sense of unease. His offspring, well, his and Lilith's offspring, Charlie, desired to convene with the celestial beings of heaven, and now he found himself petitioning for an audience with the divine entity responsible for such meetings. He fervently hoped it would not be Michael or Adam he would have to face.

"You are granted permission to enter," the angel of unknown identity announced, eliciting a sigh of relief from Lucifer. It was not his twin brother nor the first man he was scheduled to meet.

Lucifer pushed open the door, revealing a maiden with (h/c) hair, adorned with slender blonde streaks. She was engrossed in the signing of documents, her crimson eyes, mirroring his own, a rarity amongst the heavenly hosts. No being, mortal or angelic, bore such eyes of deep red. "What is it that you seek, Lucifer Morningstar?" she inquired, her gaze seething with an indiscernible mix of anger and loathing. Her presence was a mystery to him; she was not among the archangels during his tenure, and her age seemed to align with Charlie's, albeit slightly older.

Yet, there was an uncanny... 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 about her.

He released a heavy sigh and met her gaze head-on. "My progeny desires an audience in the heavenly realms," he responded, detecting a twitch in the girl’s eyebrow. "She is haunted by a dream," he added. The girl exhaled slowly, her eyes once again meeting his.

"Your offspring wishes for a celestial audience because of a dream?" she questioned, her tone icy, causing Lucifer to swallow hard. "Indeed, she does," he confirmed, his voice faltering. Despite his reign over hell, he found himself unable to assert dominance over this young maiden.

"Hmm, she must take after you, Morningstar," she remarked, causing Lucifer to glance at her nervously. "Very well, I shall relay this request to the higher-ranking seraphim. I am not in a position to make such decisions on my own." Lucifer exhaled in relief. "I am in your debt," he expressed his gratitude. The maiden's eyebrow twitched once more, amplifying his nervousness. He diverted his gaze around the room, seeking to avoid her piercing eyes.

His eyes roved the room, finally resting on the maiden's name, etched in gold on the wall - 'Helena Athanasios'.

By the grace of Zeus... Athanasios?

Could it be related to THE Y/n Athanasios? His former spouse before he met Lilith and became a fallen angel?

Lucifer's mind was a whirlwind of questions - 'Who is this maiden?', 'Is she kin to you?', 'Why have I not met her before?' He swallowed hard once more, plucking up the courage to address her again. "Might I inquire if you are of kin to Y/n Athanasios?" he asked. The maiden's expression turned hostile. Oh dear.

"And pray, why should that concern you?" she retorted, adding, "To satisfy your curiosity and bring this meeting to a close, I am indeed a child of Y/n Athanasios, the female half of the twin pair, Helena Athanasios, formerly known as Helena Lightbringer - Morningstar."

"Now, I bid you take your leave. And no, I shall not entertain any further inquiries. 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦." she commanded, and before Lucifer could utter another plea, he found himself expelled from Helena's office.

Helena heaved a sigh and bit her lower lip. She and her twin, Aether, harboured a deep resentment towards their father. Especially Aether. In fact, she was grateful to be the one handling this task; had it been her brother, the room would have been reduced to rubble.

man, I can't explain nicely and specifically, sorry😓