#Past Aeon

[balkanradfem]

List of Youtube Documentaries and Video Essays on Tumblr Lore, for anyone wanting to learn or re-live it:

Meta

The Story of Dash Con

Tumblr Etiquette Manual

The Tumblr Calendar Explained

Tumblr Gimmick Blog Iceberg

Tumblr Live Explained

The Bizarre Story of Cole Sprouse's Tumblr Experiment

Cursed Tumblr History (heritage posts)

Aesthetics of the Tumblr Past

Life and Story of the Tumblr's CEO

The Story of JustGirlyThings

The Evolution of the Tumblr Girl

Evolution of the Hipster Trend

Fandoms

Sherlock: The Story of TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy)

The Supernatural Finale (Destiel Becomes Canon-ish)

Destiel Is Canon

Harry Potter: The Story of Snape Wives

The Onceler Fandom

Hamilton: The Insane Scandal of Hivliving

The Tumblr SexyMan Iceberg

The Lies of Tumblr

Alexandria's Genesis: The Internet's Fakest "Disease"

Hey Peebrain, You Teleport? Tumblr's Dark Mystery

Oppa Homeless Style

Tumblr's Infamous Fake Stories

Tumblr Fake Stories Part 2

Fake Tumblr Posts

That Time Tumblr Invented A New Greek Goddess

The Unreality Blogs

Clown Husbandry

Goncharov (1973)

Drama&Cores

The Tumblr Controvery Iceberg

Color Theory

The Rise And Fall Of 'Common White Girl'

Sonic for Real Justice (strange aeons)

The Bizarre Tumblr Saga of Sonic For Real Justice (izzzyzzz)

This Tumblr Blogger had a Child Slave

Iceberg of Infamous Tumblr Blogs

Tumblr Adds

Heterosexual Pride on Tumblr

Rabies Pride

Goblin Core

The Tumblr Needle Cookie Story

Scams:

The Story of 'All or Nothing'

The "Woke" Tumblr RPG that Scammed Thousands of Dollars

Tumblr's 80,000 dollar animation scam (Miss Officer and Mr Truffels)

[post-it-notes7]

so there’s this hero of aeon

[forlorn-crows]

𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 11: 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒎

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 1619

Swiss mouths at him, pressing his full lips right over the pretty bow that adorns the bulge in his panties. A simple pair Cirrus had bought for him: dark blue with a blush pink bow, silky to the touch with a small line of lace trim around the waistband. Immediately boner-inducing the moment he’d slipped them on, and every time since. 

“Such a cute little thing, baby,” he mumbles against Aeon’s chubbed cock. “So perfect under these little panties.”

Aeon bites his lip. Rucks his shirt up a bit higher, exposing the tiny line of happy trail over his navel. “You think so?”

“I know so,” Swiss rumbles. He smooths over that hair, watching goosebumps rise as he pets. “Should wear these more often. Keep that cock nice and snug.” 

It twitches at his words, quickly working its way to fully erect. Never able to stay even a little soft around Swiss. 

“Oh, it likes that idea, baby. Should’ve tucked it between your thighs before you got hard so it could pop out from between them.” He gets an almost wistful look on his face then, clearly picturing it—how he’d see the drip of pre against the inside of his thighs before the shaft plumped up, pulling tighter and tighter until his legs could no longer hold the sticky head hostage. 

It puts a different sort of picture in Aeon’s mind. And he just can’t keep it to himself.

He bites his tongue, the sweet lilac tip poking out between his pearly teeth. Aeon wriggles, pulling his shirt a little higher, exposing tummy. “Don’t you think I’d make a pretty girl, Swiss?” he muses.

Swiss grins, predatory. Clearly, he was picturing the same: a smaller thing growing plump between skin that isn’t his thighs. Panties concealing a creamy slit instead of the ridge of his cock. It takes no convincing at all on Aeon’s end to get Swiss on board the fantasy that’s rapidly taking off between them.

“The prettiest girl, baby,” the multi agrees. His hands pet at the soft hair on Aeon’s thighs, tongue darting out to lick at him again. When he pulls back again, there’s a spot of precum soaked into the silk along with his spit. “Fuck. I’d eat you out for hours. Worship that pretty pussy like it deserves.”

Aeon hums, walking his fingers down his dappled happy trail. “Would you?”

A pause. Aeon’s eyes flick between his mouth and the wet spot, and Swiss has to huff a laugh. “Would I what?” He catches that gaze, sly and knowing. 

Aeon’s eyes sparkle as he looks down at Swiss. He raises an eyebrow and pokes his tongue between his teeth again, cocking his head coquettishly. He spreads his legs, careful to keep himself contained within the small stretch of fabric. He trails the hand playing with the hem of his shirt down to his crotch instead and spreads his pointer and middle finger over top of his shaft. Parting the digits as if parting folds, the vee of them framing the head of his cock—his clit—which stands in aching relief beneath the fabric.

“Eat me out,” he says simply, “like a girl.”

Swiss groans long and low, immediately pressing his nose in between Aeon’s fingers. The swell of his cockhead nuzzles into the bridge of it as he scents him with great flourish. Shoving his nose as deep as it will go into the dampened fabric, rubbing the tip of it and his parted lips up and down the line of his dick. 

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he rumbles, warm eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks up through dark lashes, “if you’re a good girl for me.”

Aeon’s breath hitches. “Over the panties?” His voice is hushed, sharp, eager—like he’s sharing a secret he shouldn’t be. “Could get me so wet.”

The multi ghoul pulls back and gives a pointed look at the darkened fabric between Aeon’s fingers. “Already pretty wet, sweetheart,” Swiss comments, swirling the tip of his tongue over the imprint of Aeon’s slit. 

The sensation of the warm, wet silk rubbing over the frenulum makes his eyes unfocus, rolling back into his head with a wanton moan.

“Yeah, baby? Like when I kiss it?”

“Fu-huh-uck, more, please; more,” he half laughs half groans. “Feels good.”

“Move that hand, lemme do all the work. That’s it, that’s my girl.” Swiss guides Aeon’s hand to rest back on his stomach, hem of his shirt catching between his fingers as it draws upward. “Want me to suck on this pretty clit, don't you? Fuck, look how fat it is for me—”

Aeon keens as Swiss’ mouth returns, this time to suck. His thighs twitch under the multi-ghoul’s hands. Muscles jumping and trying to close. Whether to keep Swiss in or squeeze him out, he doesn’t have enough brain power to decipher. As soon as that talented tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, all coherent thought fizzles out.

“Shit, Swiss,” he curses. Aeon grabs a handful of his locs and grinds up into his mouth. “Yes, that’s—yeah.”

“Yeah? That the spot?” Swiss goads. 

Aeon nods, keening again as the multi ghoul sucks again. “T-tell me how it tastes . . . how my pussy tastes,” he groans.

“Sinful, baby,” Swiss rumbles against him. “Just throbbing for this, isn’t it?”

“Uh huh.”

“So full; just fuckin’ begging to be touched and sucked.” 

“Fuck yeah, suck i-i-i-it.”

Swiss chuckles as he swirls around the head of his cock, around and around until the fabric soaks all the way through. He presses the flat of his tongue to the slit and wiggles it back and forth. Teasing before closing his mouth around it once more. Aeon can’t contain the lavish moan that escapes his throat, so instantly sensitive that he can’t help but buck his hips and toss his head against the sheets. 

“Easy,” the multi ghoul hushes him. He pushes a firm hand into Aeon’s stomach, stilling his eager hips. “There ya go, good girl. Try to keep ‘em still for me.”

Aeon bites his lip. “Making my—” Swiss sucks hard and his jaw drops, eyes rolling back. “Ssshhit, making my clit so hard.”

“‘N wet,” Swiss mumbles. “You’re cunt wet, too?”

Swiss slides his hand down the front of the panties, fingers poised like they could go . . .  inside. Instead, he presses over the ridge of his balls and tucks them under, curling his fingers up and into his taint as he takes the head into his mouth again. 

“Fuck—!” Aeon can feel a fat glob of pre soak into the underwear and smear over Swiss’ tongue. “Oh, finger me, put ‘em in deep.” 

That’s right, Swiss presses into his mind, the rich timbre of his voice rumbling through his brain. Lemme hear how good it feels. 

Aeon groans. He really should have known better. “Lucifer, you’re going to kill me.”

He loses track of himself, then. Gets lost in the firm press of Swiss’ fingers, petting at his prostate from the outside in; in the suction of his lips and tongue as they work over his soaked cockhead, the texture of the silk only adding to his rapidly crumbling resolve; and, in the way Swiss gets into it, gripping his thigh to keep him spread, pulling his fingers from underneath his balls to spread his saliva and pre over the tip as if it were slick, moaning into his crotch like he really has a mouthful of cunt. 

It’s sexy, and the fantasy makes Aeon’s stomach clench in a horrible, delicious way. 

“Close,” he warns all too soon. “Fuck, Swiss, you’re gonna make me cum like this, oh fuck.”

Yeah, atta girl, Swiss projects, sucking harder. Wanna see it. Wanna see you squirt for me.

Aeon’s cock kicks hard against his mouth, balls drawing tight in his hand. “‘M gonna,” he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. “Oh oh oh, ‘m gonna cum for you, gonna make this pussy cum—” He cuts off wordlessly, mouth dropping all the way open as the pleasure in his gut erupts in a plume of shivers. Spreading until it has nowhere to go but out, and Aeon’s cock kicks and spurts like it’s been waiting to do since he first slipped the underwear on. Cum bubbles up through the silky fabric and dribbles over the front of the panties in little rivulets, dragging down the soaked line of Aeon’s cock as Swiss works him through it with the flat of his tongue. Hard, long licks that make the quint ghoul’s toes curl. 

“Fuck, you had a lot to give me, baby,” Swiss groans, lapping it up. “Didn’t know my girl could squirt like this.” Aeon whines at that. If he had half a mind, he’d crane his neck up to see the streaks of white in Swiss’ beard that shot out first. Instead, he goes completely boneless, save for his hips that can’t stop arching up into the multi ghoul’s face. 

“Lucifer,” he rasps, covering his face with both his hands but peeking through his fingers. “How’d you do that?” 

Swiss just shrugs. “Just usin’ what the Dark Lord gave me.” He smiles wide and licks across his fangs, showy. Picking up the last bit of spend off his top lip. “Should get you next to Aurora, show her how pretty my girl sounds.”

Aeon’s cock gives a feeble twitch right underneath that pretty pink bow. “I’m sure she sounds better,” he mumbles, omitting the fact that he knows and hears how she begs and giggles and screams for Swiss when he’s got his mouth on her, the multi ghoul ravenous and nothing short of a generous lover.

Swiss shrugs. “We’ll just have to find out, then; won’t we, sweetheart?”

[thelampisaflashlight]

Reject

"Aether thought he loved me." Dew says, settling down in the worn armchair across from Aeon, "But, he realized it was probably just... proximity."

"Proximity?" Aeon echoes, confused.

"...I guess a better way to put it is infatuation." he explains, "We were around each other so much, that when we weren't anymore, he wanted to see me more, but it wasn't because he wanted to date me; He just... wanted me close, because we knew each other so well, but time apart and distance taught us both that beyond being friends... there wasn't much there to found a relationship on, do you understand?"

Aeon shakes their head, "No, not really..."

Dew sighs, running a hand through his hair, shaking the ringlets as he scratches at his scalp, "...Sometimes, Aeon, you can care about someone, and want to be around them so much that you think, 'Wow, I really like them' and it makes you feel some kind of way... But at the end of the day, whatever it is, it doesn't hold water. It breaks apart easier than paper, and if you forge a relationship based purely around that, the fall out hurts."

"I don't... I still don't get what this has to do with how I feel about you." the younger ghoul whispers, hands clasped together, thumb rubbing over thumb, "...I really do think I'm in love with you."

Aeon lifts their head to see Dew leaning back in his seat, a tired, pained look on his face that feels like a gut punch, more than that, he looks...

Sad.

There's a wistful twinkle in his eyes that seems to shake and cry, "Don't do this, don't do this, don't do this to me, again-"

Still unable to shake the feeling in their chest, Aeon tries, once more, to articulate their feelings in a way that Dew will understand that they're real.

And Dew sits there, reliving an afternoon from years ago.

It's Aether in the chair across from him in his head.

It's him taking his love at face value.

It's a year of trying to make it work.

...And his world falling apart.

It's the realization that he's just a stepping stone; That there may really be no one that actually, really, truly loves him... wants him.

And it's the fear that every time he pushes away like he's doing now, with Aeon, that he might really be missing out on something good.

Something that actually has meaning.

So, to avoid ever knowing the answer, he digs his heels in and cuts the connection before it can snap back and hurt him more than it already has, as it already does.

"No." he says.

A full sentence and a million spiraling thoughts packed into one word.

In a while, after Aeon leaves, after the silence has turned into cold air and an empty room, Dew will go back to his dorm; He'll fall back into his bed, feeling the springs groan and the frame shake, and then he'll hear Mountain make a noise through the wall that sounds an awful lot like, "Are you okay?"

And he'll lay there, a million spiraling thoughts trying to condense down into a single word.

But instead of "No", his traitorous, lying tongue will say...

"Yeah."

"Yeah, Mount, I'm alright."

[onelastchorus]

i've been thinking a lot about march 7th and her new path/form because at first i was kind of disappointed when it was first announced. i, like lots of other people expected her to get a five star, lore drop form like dan heng eventually, and the whole new path/new element really brings a bit into question about how the universe actually works. is march now able to control imaginary? could anyone do that? this new form has occured under completely different circumstances than everyone else's, no big change occured to bring this new march into existence. it just feels kind of anticlimactic, right?

whilei still have some nitpicks with it all, but i've come to really appreciate this idea of march being able to change paths and styles so easily, especially while playing through her event. she has 67 different versions of her life to choose from, after all. she doesn't want to miss out. just as the trailblazer's determination to forge their own destiny has brought them the gaze of several aeons, march's ambition to take her life by the reins has brought her the unique ability to completely transform by herself and bring those futures to life.

it's funny because i think lots of people expected a new version of her based off the remembrance and Fuli, and while i hope we still get that, i think it's important to see that march wants to know and understand her past, but she also refuses to let it change the life she's lived since, the memories she's made and the love she's shared. she's able to forge these new paths all on her own because of the intense passion she holds for living and her desire to experience as much as she can, as long as she can.

[crimescrimson]

Ada Wong & Leon S. Kennedy: The History [ Resident Evil 4 (2023) ]

[artheresy]

Okay listen, playing the Continuance and words cannot describe the effects Ruan Mei has on me. This isn’t like a “Omg her design and voice 😍” kind of thing, this is an “Oh my god HER WRITING?? HER IDEOLOGY?? IM NEVER RECOVERING” kind of thing

The way that HSR handles its divinity of the Aeons, not only has them stretch out across the universe causing multiple factions to pop up in relation to said Aeons with all kinds of outlooks and perspectives about them based upon their paths, their actions and their “blessings”, but also down to individual characters perspectives and relationships regarding individual Aeons and just the concept of Aeonhood in general is AAAHHJJ ITS SO GOOD

I need more Ruan Mei, I need to see more of her desire to create an Emanator and become an Aeon herself. I need that explored so much more I want to know so much more

Her treatment of her creations and outlook regarding her own research is something so interesting to me that I literally can’t put into words. Like the conflicting nature of her feelings regarding them and how they align with her objectives and looking at her research alongside her general demeanor is so????

I need more of her in my life, I need more characters who question the nature of Aeons for whatever reason at all like I love

[anominous-user]

since i guess we are passing ratio around every single aeon other than nous like a blunt, here's how ratio is actually an emanator of finality

[laurastaticesideblog]

?????????

Sunday's outfit has eyes too!! At first, I thought it's a dev's joke about biblical accurate angels but now I doubt it!!!

[avaetin]

the fact that you have au's of your au is actually so adorable, i love reading about them

Aww, thank you, anon! I have to keep my delulu alive, and surprisingly, there are awesome individuals who are supportive and encouraging of said delulu lol!

(coughs) @haiseiscute333 & @sunshines-child (coughs)

[louisegluckpdf]

YIPPEEE BORGES & POETRY & QUANTUM PHYSICS & THE INESCAPABLE INABILITY OF LANGUAGE TO ACCURATELY REPRESENT REALITY!!!!!!!!

[helpmeimblorboing]

Citogenesis in action, folks

[fayesdiary]

Came to the realization that Robin is everything Grima wishes they were and I'm gonna spend an indefinite amount of time obsessing over it

[gawayne]

hey anyone else feel like a fair portion of popular book reviewers on youtube actually do not. review books

[rollarcoasting]

TADC is the best thing to happen to the Internet because it connected my friends' YouTube with mine and now I finally have an excuse to explain the entire genre of unfiction projects on YouTube and marble hornets and petscop then you move to video games like fear and hunger and pathologic then you move to other topics covered by YouTubers that cover those games and get into strange aeons and izzzyzzz sharing deep Internet lore with bronies and thanfiction

[f-abulas]

:honey and flames:

(warning: mentions of war, cosmic horror, body horror? and…horny? A peak into Yaoshi’s kiss and what brought Childe to be blood thirsty)

Darkness.

warmth.

cold…

wet…

It hurt to breathe. Everything in him screams in agony, making the foxing ears twitch from the noise. He’d been thrown in here, after all he’d done to protect…protect him. The face of his lover, the dragon with those far and distant golden eyes. The one who’d revealed his name to a lowly Foxian like himself. Ajax groans, trying to pull himself up but it hurt. He was dying…

Dying.

The bastard preceptors had found their out. Found a way to ‘save’ their precious High Elder. For the great and mighty Morax must remain pure of the simful, nasty temptations of this world, not corrupted by the Schneznian whore such as himself. Oh how Ajax laughed, broken as it was in his injured chest. The preceptors thinking he the degenerate, not knowing this ‘whore’ had only ever got on his knees for their High Elder. Been left a crying mess from said dragons tongue and mouth…

But he was a fool to have been careless. Being tricked into a blatant ambush, surrounded by beasts of abundance. Again…and again, gold ichor spilling, tinged with red from the open wounds now draining his life away. His tail, the one the high elder loved to pet -nuzzle, kiss- was broken sending needles of pain up his spine.

They had jumped him after he’d fallen to his knees, before tossing him into the arbors abyss. The cowards not wanting to finish the job themselves, they were going to let him rot in this dark… cold…wet place. Heart pounding…consumed by hurt, rage, hate- love- revenge… so badly he wanted to tear his fucking fingers into their chests and rip out their black hearts! Ajax was slipping fast but above revenge, and rage, Ajax and his slowly stopping heart desperately craved—-wanted - Hoped—-Hoped. To see golden eyes, and feel those arms hold him one last time.

One last kiss…

“m…mor ….ax” his voice was broken.

His dragon had said ‘I’ll save you’ and to call his name, but as he did …nothing. Nothing. He was…alone—

“Sweet…little fox…”

His ears twitch, a voice. Soft. Two voices… no …six? Lapping over each other as the echoed around him. That voice compelled his soul. With ever ounce of strength he pushed himself up enough to look and see— Blue eyes hazy but aware, he could see such odd…beauty in a way. The scents hit him first, honey and trees…grass…fresh fruit that was ripe for the taking. It made his mouth water, why he knew not. The image…the voice. The being that spoke…three hands, on each side white as porcelain. Small ‘eyes’ of red embedded in the slits of its arms. Clothes in yellow and veiled, their long hair of gold silk cascaded down gracefully. They perched on the roots of the land, mist surrounding them and a ting of gold.

“Merc…iful…one?”

“Poor little fox.” They smiled so sweetly, nodding. “Come here…sweet little fox, let me hold you?” reaching one of their many hands out towards him. Long, slender fingers made a beckoning gesture. His body lifted, as if by invisible strings. Bringing his broken body forward to them, and in an instant he was… engulfed by the arms. Not soft as a woman, not firm like a man. He didn’t… couldn’t describe this feeling. When those arms wrapped around him, caressing his ripped flesh… Closing the wounds, with those sharpened nails. It was like energy, vibrating through his being with their closeness. The scent and taste of starlight was palpable. It dulled all pain from his mind, like a drug or sweet wine. The merciful one traces a finger along his ears, then cheek. “So bloody….so angry. Shall I give you a sweet, sweet blessing my little Foxian?” They leaned closer, he shivered as those lips brushed his cheek.

A feeling of guilt at his body’s reaction to the touch twisted his gut, only ever used to Morax drawing this feeling …a reaction from him. But in the arms of the Aron Ajax felt elated, he felt as if he was getting drunk off their presence alone. He was feeling…hot…hot…Ajax mumbles an affirmation, so enthralled by their voice. Mind blank and open for their commands...his arms gained strength, the poison he’d been slipped by the preceptors gone. ‘Yes’ he thought, ‘I’d gladly take your blessing.’

They smiled against his cheek, red eyes from those many arms all turning to him. Then in an instant, the merciful one placed their lips on his and in an instant they poured sweet…sweet nectar down his throat. Overwhelmed he struggled to drink it all, accepting the dominating kiss. Power…strength…Abundance filled his body, and a whimper left his throat.

He drank….drank

sweet honey at first, he greedily accepted it as that sweetness mended his organs and snapped broken bones back into place. Closed wounds, and filled..filled…

and then that nektar soon became venom. Claws, deadly hook into his heart and he begins to scream… but still the merciful one is now the plague author. Deadly hunger, filling his mind and a lust that pumps into his heart making it pound…images of faces, the Preceptors…the Mara struck, those who tried to kill him, those who opposed Yaoshi…. It feels like fire is now consuming his body and he burns, thrashing in that iron hold. Screams filling his mind, ringing in his ears, death…and bringing them back.

Again and Again and Again!

Finally His screams echo through the space, the flames consumed him entirely. Reap for Sanctus Medicus. Reap…reap…reap!

With Yaoshi’s intervention and blessing he gained a new form, equal to a Mara struck drone but twice as tall. Strength and muscle given, his cells are now twice as fast in regeneration. His magic is heightened but ohhh he craves to fight. Make those screams of the betrayers a reality and in a burst of light, and Yaoushi laughing in delight as their newly blessed Foxian broke free they watch as he slays those ignorant. Pathetic. Useless fools. Staining Lan’s own soil… how fun how fun~

It was a blessing. It was a curse. It brought him life but now he craves the thrill of battle, hungry and hungry for more. But as he stands among the dead, their blood pools around his feet he knows…That he can never come back here again.