#aeris sharphawk

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spending way too much time on a dndestiny shitpost? it's more likely than you might think

Alt versions (no text, no blizzard) under the cut c:

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'moon's haunted' (and it's only kind of my problem) vs 'Moon's Haunted' (and I have to devour the umbilical cords of infant gods to destroy it)

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happy pride here's aeris showing off the wedding marks he got from Taniks as per last DnDestiny session where he had the genius idea to bite Taniks in the throat without realizing that was essentially the Eliksni version of a wedding vow (and the motherfucker reciprocated)

+ bonus version with him covered in Taniks's blood

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Uh. You said to put this suggestion in your inbox so here 👍

Aeris sucking Taniks' dick under the table in some backwater bar on the edge of the known universe. Both tipsy and making baaaaad decisions.

Have fun writing lesbians n have fun writing this eventually yeah 👍

I'm havin a fuckin blast and am on a roll, so I'm more than happy to oblige!

(Quick note- there's some dirty talk and mentions of extreme sadomasochism in here, but no worries, Aeris is very much into it. There's also a reference to an accidental mutual bond bite as well- dw about it :))

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Deep in the core of his still-beating heart, beyond the fog of the alcohol, Taniks sensed that this might have been a bad idea. 

It had started off more as a means of testing the limits of his new pet than it had been about testing the boundaries of what his sordid reputation allowed him. Get the Young Wolf under a collar under the freak’s own volition, start forcing him to do things that Taniks would sooner dock himself than ever even think about giving in to. Push his limits, break them through, drive him off so that they could go back to killing each other instead of…whatever the fuck odd sort of mateship the both of them had stumbled into. 

The problem was that the Lightbearer was genuinely into whatever fucked-up shit he threw at him. And this was no exception.

Under the table, the hot wet muscle of Aeris’s tongue pushed itself between the plates of his sheath, lapping eagerly at the soft flesh beneath. Taniks cursed into his drink, crappy old plasteel boards creaking as his mechanical toes curled, and forced himself not to buck forward as the human’s soft lips coaxed his swelling hemipenes out into the open, taking the intact one directly into his mouth. Another gulp of his drink settled him a bit, while the claws of his left secondary tightened on the leash leading to the guardian’s collar. He felt the slight bob of movement on the end, felt the soft puff of air as the human briefly choked, and then squeezed his eyes shut at the near-silent moan, the small hands resting on his thighs tightening as Aeris dipped his head further down his shaft. 

It wasn’t like he was sullying the bar’s reputation. This place was a shithole in every sense of the word; Taniks only ever went here when he was really desperate for glimmer, and every single time without fail, he was tempted to just burn it all down so he could watch the rat’s nest of society’s lowest scatter to the stars. Maybe hunt a few of the cockier mercenaries down, remind them why the services of Taniks the Scarred were worth such a high price. Toy with them a bit, then splatter their brains to bits against their pretty little ships, take them in to give to Eramis for her to play with. Or he could let them escape, let them think they were safe, and then called Eramis in to go play with them herself, give her something to do when she grew sick of playing politics.  

The Sol system’s worst, and he was its Kell. The thought amused him more than it should, and he chuffed into his drink as he set about fucking his pet’s throat. 

Others knew what he was doing, he was sure. The bar was dimly lit, and had that peculiar cocktail reek that resulted from a bunch of different species all mingling together to drink themselves sick, but that did not matter; all eyes were inevitably drawn to Taniks the Scarred. He’d come in with a Lightbearer on a leash in an unusually good mood, and that Lightbearer had mysteriously disappeared after a couple of drinks without a struggle. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he’d gone, and the shitty little booths held nothing. He didn’t think it was fear alone that was keeping all but the drunkest of whores from looking over to his corner. Didn’t matter which Lightbearer it was. It was still a Lightbearer, and it was still Taniks, and he could honestly probably just start fucking him on the table for all to see and still get away with nothing more than a few odd murmurs here or there, or scandalized whispers from the exiled idiots still clinging to titles and glory rather than accepting the fact that they were seen as worse than scum in their old faction’s eyes.

Not like it mattered. Wasn’t like he was welcome anywhere anyways, apart from Eramis’s House. And he wasn’t keen to hear her lecture him on the dangers of fucking with Lightbearers 

Aeris pulled himself off of his intact hemipene to give his severed one some attention, mouthing at it with those soft, fuzzy little mammal lips while trying his best to stick his tongue down the hole in his shaft- something he’d been doing more recently, like he was trying to fuck the seminal channel with his tongue. Taniks grunted, and kicked him in the ribs to get him to move back to the intact one, more interested in easy pleasure than trying to process if he liked the oddly electric sensation it gave him. Sticking a cold metal rod down its length to keep the passage dilated was a very different sensation than someone sticking their tongue in it, while the tight hot pressure of Aeris’s throat wasn’t far off from fucking a nice tight cunt. Maybe even better, because he could make him choke on it, and he knew that the little freak would rather asphyxiate than stick a knife in his thigh and call it quits. 

The server- a Vandal clutching a serving platter like it was his lifeline- came over to his table, practically reeking of fear. Taniks considered shifting his leg to better hide what Aeris was doing to him, but the alcohol burning in his blood told him otherwise. Instead, he just cocked his head and lounged back against the wall, chuffing in amusement as he felt Aeris’s throat convulse around him at the movement, his useless little human claws scrambling against his thighs. 

“Fuck do you want?” He grunted, baring his teeth; he’d unlatched the lower part of his helm so that he would be able to drink, and it showed off his mandibles quite nicely. The mark that Aeris had left on the side of his neck remained hidden by a mixture of his mantle and his scarf; he didn’t want anyone to know that this was anything more than an act of humiliation, instead of the alternative, which was that it was an act of humiliation that occurred after being bound together by a mutual fuckup. “I didn’t call you over, now did I?”

“I-I have come to ask if you wish for more drinks. And-” A hard swallow, the vandal’s eyes darting back to the bar- “and to request that you take any relations you may be having to your ship. Respectfully.”

Taniks cocked his head, then made a show of looking under the table, to where his pet knelt between his legs. Aeris’s ether-blue eyes stared back up at him, half-lidded with drunken arousal and teary from his choking, the collar around his throat doing a fine job at covering the mating-mark marring his neck. He was suckling at the head of Taniks’s cock, each pull sending a pleasant tingle of heat flushing through his abdomen, and the hard line of his own cock was clearly visible through the tight civilian pants Taniks had told him to wear, the fabric darker near the tip. It was a pleasant sight, and the rush of power that surged through him paired well with the alcohol. “Why? Want to join him?”

The Vandal’s eyes dipped down on instinct, and then shot back up, a fearful chitter sounding in his throat. Whether it was because he recognized the human playing with his hemipenes, was appalled by the state said hemipenes were in, or was just terrified at the thought of letting those teeth come close to his own pricks, Taniks wasn’t sure. Didn’t really care either. “N- you’re scaring the other patrons.”

“You can fuck his ass if you want.” Taniks continued on as if he hadn’t heard him speak, jerking on the leash to yank Aeris up further onto his lap, pulling him half out from under the table. Aeris choked, scrambling for purchase on Taniks’s thighs, but he saw the way his cock twitched in his pants as Taniks offered him to the server vandal, the colour of his cheeks changing the way that it usually did when Taniks was about to do something he wanted to him. In the back of his mind, the part that was still sober, he noted how funny it felt that he was able to recognize that now. “Good fucking luck getting off on him, unless you like sticking your pricks into fucked-out whores. I fucked him open last night, he’s still just as wet and loose as he was then. But I’m hardly going to judge someone for their poor tastes.”

He dropped his voice and leaned in closer, shoving Aeris back under the table. He went with a soft yelp, which Taniks fully ignored as he loomed over the trembling vandal. “Or you can give us more of what we ordered, and fuck off before I grab you by the muzzle and tear your head off your scrawny little body for wasting my time and ether speaking to you.”

The waiter got the point. He scrambled off like a scorch cannon had gone out under his ass, and Taniks leaned back in the booth again, pleased. There was a brief pause, and then Aeris’s mouth was back on him as soon as he got settled, this time forgoing his hemipenes entirely to lap at the entrance of his broodpouch, trying to entice it to unfurl under the hot, warm pressure of his mouth.

Taniks closed his eyes and indulged him, letting his body relax into the building pleasure. The din of the bar faded to a dull roar around him, made irrelevant compared to the sloppy sounds of the Lightbearer’s mouth on his cunt and the soft, short moans he made as he opened him up enough to fuck him with his tongue. The pulsing heat on his entrance barely did anything for him, and Aeris’s movements were getting sloppier and sloppier as the ether Taniks had consumed earlier began to come through in his slick, but the feeling of something warm, wet, and wriggling against his hole was still enough to make him think wistfully about how good it felt to be fucked by something.   

Maybe he’d show him his toy collection when he brought him back to the ship, or let him fuck him with that weirdly rigid stick of a prick. It wouldn’t do anything for Taniks, but it would be amusing to watch, and then he could fuck him again while he was still loose-limbed and shaky from it. Overstimulate him, see if he could make him fucked out enough to lose control of his Light again like he did last night, when he’d cried out and let out a charge of arc energy after he’d been too drained to come. Turn him into a crying, bleeding mess that would still beg Taniks for more, let him push him to his limits and still have it not be enough, because he was just as much of an outcast and a freak as the one who’d claimed him, and had found the second-best place Taniks could put him other than his final grave. 

Remind Taniks that he’d put the collar on him because he wanted the amusement of having the Lightbearer that killed him twice at the end of the leash, instead of the alien that he’d claimed in a rush of frantic, needy heat when he felt those blunt human teeth clamp around his throat in a mating bite, the only one he knew he’d ever get.   

He pulsed at the thought of it, and tugged on the leash without looking, not wanting to leak all over the chair despite the ever- present filth of the place. Shit was hell on his joints when it gelled up. Aeris coughed, but set to cleaning up his lengths with great enthusiasm, the moan in his throat sending a pleasant buzz up the length of his cocks as he licked them clean of precum.     

A different server returned when Aeris was throatfucking him in full; this time, it was a captain-sized Eliksni, and she wore the twisted sash of a sex worker around her hips. She placed the drinks on the table without meeting his eyes or looking at his toy, giving him a respectful nod; he returned it, albeit stiffly, and then leaned back against the wall, sinking into the hot pleasure radiating through his body as he slammed back their drinks- all but one. 

Now uninterrupted, the pulsing heat of the human’s throat around his intact prick built him towards orgasm quickly, and he rode it out with a low purr of satisfaction, rocking his hips in tandem with each bob of the guardian’s head. Heat coiled in his lower abdomen, aided by the alcohol, but it still wasn’t quite enough to tip him over the edge. Forgoing the leash and choke collar entirely, he grabbed Aeris by the hair, then forced him down til his nose hit his sheath- and then, as the human spasmed and choked and gouged his blunt nails into the sparse skin still left on his thighs, he came down his throat, holding him there until his dicks stopped pulsing and Aeris’s lips were starting to turn blue. 

He could tell he wasn’t quite finished, not yet, but the rest of it could wait until he was back on the ketch. He hooked a claw under the collar, then pulled his pet up into his lap, not bothering to check if Aeris was still breathing. Not that it mattered much, he supposed, but he still was, and he came willingly, if not with great effort. As soon as Taniks released his collar, he collapsed against him, panting; there was come and drool tricking down his chin, with more gelling up in his hair, and his blue eyes were distant, staring at a fixed point that Taniks couldn’t see. Bruises dappled his neck, with some bleeding scrapes from where the barbs of the choke collar had dug into his skin, and his lips were puffy from the barbs of his cock raking over them. But the most damning part of the picture- and the one that amused Taniks the most- was the wide wet stain at the crotch of his pants, as well as the conspicuous absence of his erection. 

“‘Course you’d come from me using you like that, you filthy little whore.” He raked a claw through the jizz in Aeris’s hair, resisting the urge to groom it out, then held the last of the alcohol to his mouth, a fruity little ether fizz that probably made up more of a drekh’s rations than what half of them in the bar would ever get in a moon cycle. He could feel their stares from here, but he didn’t bother to look up, even though all of them scrambling to look busy would have made for quite the amusing sight. “Drink. Don’t want to insult our lovely patrons.”

Aeris drank. He downed the whole thing with the same foggy, distant look in his eyes that he had when Taniks had pulled him onto his lap, which was enough to tell him that whatever he was saying was falling on deaf ears. He chuffed at him, clicking his mandibles in mock-disappointment, then stood, dropping him off of his lap to jerk him towards the door. “Follow. This place was a waste of our time.”

The Lightbearer stumbled after him, and though he didn’t have much of a choice with the leash around his throat, Taniks liked to believe that he would have looked just as pathetic parading him around behind him otherwise. To the sex worker who served them last, he flipped a cube of glimmer, but he left nothing else. Their lives were payment enough, and they knew it. And as the other patrons watched them stumble out of the bar, staring after them with disgust and curiosity and revulsion and fear, he knew that what he had done was writ plain on Aeris’s face, marking him as his just as clearly as the collar around his throat or the scars on his neck. 

Taniks, the Scarred. Taniks, Guardian-Keeper. Taniks, Lightbearer-Tamer. 

He liked the sound of that. 

…So long as Eramis didn’t find out.

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coughs. full image here if y'all wanna see it

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the witness: crow believes his capacity for pain is his purpose. As do you

aeris, who's a maschoist:

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this is my penultimate oc art. i will never be able to top this picture of aeris

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...well in the wake of the recent chaos of the season finale, everyone post how your guardians are responding below! My main hunter, Aeris, is currently dissociating from a potent cocktail of shell shock and grief, while his half-sister Marcie (titan) is ugly crying. My retired guardian Petrichor-12 is also currently forcing himself to Not Think About It by knitting as many new blankets for eliksni babies as possible

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Aeris's trifecta of terrible hookups (Drifter, Misraaks, Taniks) vs Marcelline's trifecta of impossible crushes (Eramis, Caiatl, Failsafe)

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just remembered to post these,,,this sequence still gets to me augh

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and the ending sequence,,,god this dlc was so good

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3, 4, and 10 for Marcie and Aeris on the character asks?

The siblings!!! Love my sun and moon siblings

3. What is your OC's financial status? Are they just scraping by, making enough to live comfortably, or wealthy? Has there ever been a drastic change in their status? If so, what happened?

-Well, since Aeris and Marcie both share a glimmer bank and have the same weakness to going moneyblind when something they really want becomes available...the answer is 'it depends', but usually not a lot. Both of them really really want to save up as much glimmer as they can, but then a new gun comes up at Xur, or a pretty ship or ghost shell, and then ooo, there it goes again...

Amusingly, they're the two that you'd expect to have all the money, since Marcie is a Crucible champion and Aeris is the literal Young Wolf, but between Aeris's paranoia/FOMO and Marcie's love for fun ornaments, ships, and ghost shells- well. Let's just say that there's a reason why Aeris is so fucking sick of spicy ramen, and it's not because he abused that lifelong ticket of his willingly XD

4. Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

-Apart from the incident with exposing Petrichor to their memories in the Deep Stone Crypt, Aeris just has the typical woes of being autistic and fitting into society about as well as a square peg in a round hole, but Marcie's would be Cayde and Amanda. For Cayde, it's more that she never really got to say goodbye + was so stricken with grief that she had to send Aeris to hunt Uldren down (something that she still feels guilty/weak about), but for Amanda, it's entirely because of the whole debacle over Crow. Marcie may be a spitfire, but she understood that Crow =/= Uldren from the get-go, as well as the fact that Cayde never would have wanted Crow to take the blame for a dead man, so she was one of the first to vouch for him after Aeris brought him home from the Tangled Shore. Unfortunately, when Amanda found out who Crow used to be, she'd gotten pretty fond of the fucker, so it led to a huge blowout fight between the two of them. Neither of them were on speaking terms when Amanda got herself blown up because both were too stubborn/prideful to admit they were wrong, and it's something that Marcie regrets deeply

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

-Aeris is very pragmatic, and really only keeps his work items: aka, armour, weapons, and a couple of sparrows/jumpships. He has a few items that he's very attached to, but they're pretty much just his bows or a couple of knives- him buying new guns is more of a nervous habit than actually wanting them, and he'll turn around and dismantle them just as quick. Marcie is the much more sentimental one, and the differences between their apartments is honestly pretty staggering. As for whether or not that's in their nature: for Marcie, it's most certainly an inherent trait, whereas Aeris's is more of a holdover from his time with his father pre-rezzing that became such a habit that it carried over even after his memories got wiped. Yusef used to be very fond of reminding him that he only survived because he was generous and kind enough to take him in and care for him, so to spite his father, Aeris used to just...not keep anything. It kept Yusef from having another means of controlling him by reminding him that everything he owned technically belonged to his father, which eventually just manifested into Aeris only growing attached to either bare essentials that he could justify needing via his work, or small things that he could easily hide in his clothes/gear

Send me OC asks!

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11 and 12 for aeris?

MY BOIIII INFODUMP HOURS FOR MY BOIII. He's my blorbo that I insert into every game I play so he's got a variety of different flavors to him that I want to try to fit to a more generalized 'baseline' form, since he's mostly a Destiny 2 oc at this point despite starting off as a Bloodborne guy, and I want him to be more versatile so I can put him into my own homecooked scenarios. The ask is much appreciated!

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

-Honestly, I don't think that Aeris believes in anything like, religiously. He knows that gods are real but he's indifferent to them- they are, in his mind, forces of nature that he is either resigned to deal with, or beings to be killed if they make a problem of their existence. He's either god's little meow meow (this is not a good thing) or a god's worst enemy because he is the knife wielded by his deity to draw blood, and that position is rooted in his mind as something that just is. Though I will say that the moment he cracked in Yharnam was when he realized that yes indeed, gods could be killed, and his sister was still way too far away to lead him away from the path of insanity and power tripping that pulled him down, which is not something that D2 Aeris ever had to deal with, since he always had a web of stability around him to give him the support he needed (+ the memories of his father got wiped). Nor does he necessarily believe in evil/monsters/the devil- entities are categorized as something to fight or not based purely on their actions and intentions, and he acts aggressively if they do not align with his own but remains neutral throughout the whole encounter unless they very specifically anger him. It's a very simple, black-and-white logic that is excellent for smoothing things over but is really quite terrible when it comes to nuance, because that is not something he...has, really.

I think that if he were to be asked about it, he believes in luck, skill, and the ability to hone oneself into whatever is necessary to achieve his goals, but luck is something he regards with a great deal of wariness, and his ability to force himself to complete a task is a double-edged sword. On one hand, it makes him terrifically efficient, and his extremely stubborn willpower + inability to be easily dissuaded means that he's fantastic at getting things done. On the other hand, it very quickly turns self-destructive, because he will focus on completing that one thing to the detriment of all else. If he determined that he had to kill you, you could break his leg and shatter his shoulder and he'd still stagger up despite the pain because the tunnel vision gets so extreme. If this energy is being put towards saving the universe, then great! If he's misguided...uh oh

12. Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

-Depends on which iteration of Aeris! I will say that Destiny-verse Aeris is way more optimistic than Bloodborne-verse/baseline Aeris, but that's because Destiny-verse Aeris had his memories wiped and a constant safety net around him in terms of Marcelline (his half-sister), Ghost, and the cast of D2 to keep him stable. I wouldn't say that he's optimistic- he still borders towards cynical, in that he tends to assume the worst before he thinks about the better- but he's way more gung-ho about it all and is always happy to have his predictions be proven wrong. He's dependent on a support net in more ways than just caring for his physical needs, and without it he crashes and burns rather quickly

Any iteration of Aeris outside of that, however, is way more bitterly cynical, and really only Marcie can temper that cynicism. This is entirely because of his strife with his father- his father was a very high-ranking, well-liked, charismatic fellow, until Aeris showed up on his doorstep one day as an infant right before he was due to be married to his fiance of two years. Turns out that having a bastard son who's clearly yours and clearly was conceived before you were due to be married tends to tarnish one's reputation as a good and honest fellow quite a bit! And, well, when your son is also autistic and special needs, its very easy to resent him all the more and to place emphasis on what he's doing wrong rather than the few things he's doing right- ESPECIALLY when he grows into a quiet, awkward, creepy teenager that you start to view as a genuine danger to yourself and society if not 'handled right' despite him just being easily fascinated by science and engineering. Which tends to make the son just naturally assume the worst things are going to happen because that's what always occurs, so why bother thinking otherwise? It's just the way of the world, and all you can do is be ready for it

(Marcie being the only one who can lift his moods isn't just because she's his little sister and he loves her with all the fierceness of a dying sun, it's also because she's somehow even more stubborn than he is and has their father's fiery temper to boot, so if she says something is going to go well, then he knows she will find a way to make it so by sheer brute force)

Ask me about my ocs

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Hmm hmm debating making Crow's fear-infatuation with Aeris into a genuine short-term crush post-SOTH that Aeris knows about and is uncomfortable with, not only bc it would be a very good harsh lesson for himself given the fact that he is Not In A Good Place right after he escaped but also bc Aeris himself doesn't have enough problems so I gotta slap him with the aroace axe of 'I wish I could be this for you but I cannot' as well as 'I don't know if it's because I can't feel as other's do and I worry if there's fundamentally something wrong with me' autistic aro experience on top of it. Crow grows out of it eventually ofc and in the long run Aeris as YW can't exactly linger on himself for long but it would be an interesting take to spin on the whole concept since Crow/YW pairings are so common in fandom (for good reason)

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Taniks fic plz plz plz I wanna seeeeeeee it

LMAO i promise i'll post it whenever i finish it, but for now here's a couple of screenshots from the doc with Taniks unmasked bc I have Many Thoughts about how gruesomely handsome he'd be without his armour

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A compilation of screenshots of my hunter main during the campaign, Aeris Sharphawk! This is partially used as a reference for myself, but also an excuse to make everyone look at my lad