#aetherial

[shinystealingbirb]

long Aether headcanon coming up: how Aether absorbed each element thus far.

More under the cut please tell me your headcanons too I beg

Aether bonds with each element differently.

When he first placed his hand on Mondstadt’s statue, he is filled with overwhelming delight, as if he is six-winged and space-high, traveling wherever he may. He feels the wind settle in the unnatural hole in his chest, the one where his power should be.

He takes to Anemo immediately, as if it had always been part of him. Maybe it had- after all he is a shooting star, bound only, and vaguely, by gravity. He was freedom incarnate, held down by nothing.

Was.

Geo presents itself to him almost as easily, with its unmovable promises and steadfast loyalty. The element prickles as it enters him, almost icy in nature, and Aether feels urged to shrink away, as if the statue were a chiding teacher and he a misbehaving student.

He knows why. Since he can remember, he has only made one promise: to experience to universe in its entirety by her side. The promise is not broken, he reminds himself, cupping a gleaming orange stone in his hand, and the feeling eases. He wields Geo just as fiercely.

Aether is not prepared for the inazuman statue. The lightning charges through his very soul, tears apart muscle and bone on its way and leaves nothing untouched. So painful it is he cannot scream. It goes on for eons, his hand frozen against the statue, until quite suddenly Electro pulses strong and sharp in the space in his chest.

Eternity is a concept he is similarly well-adapted to and petrified of. Aether is an eternal being- nothing in this life or the next could bring his life to an end, no matter how many times he is dismembered. But the idea of living the same moment until the world dies makes nausea roll his stomach backwards. It is a cowardly, despicable thing, he thinks, and if the price my saying so is pain, so be it.

When he learns of the Twin, and how she died in the Shadow’s arms, he understands, and the lightning becomes malleable in his scarred hands.

Sumeru provides a wonderful reprieve for him, hesitant though he is to touch the statue. Knowledge is a thing sought desperately by all, craved and hoarded and traded more commonly than currency. It is universal. But the delicate cycle of life and death, the one Aether defies, hinders him, and Dendro becomes a struggle to learn.

He only fully understands as Greater Lord Rhukkatevahta’s shadow vanishes, leaving her other half utterly alone. Dendro becomes a bitter element to use, and he does not like to use it.

Aether is careless when he approaches the fifth Archon’s statue. The childish display of theatrics he was greeted with was infuriatinf, and the people’s loose opinions further disgust him. Such flippancy, especially at a the distinction of truth and perjury, should not be the norm, and with this irritation occupying his mind he forgets to be wary.

He touches the statue.

It is pain beyond the Inazuman storms, beyond what Teyvat has thrown at him thus far. It is bursting organs, drowning lungs, rushing blood, as if his skin has split to allow his being to spill out on the ground for all to see. As if he can feel every inch of his body swelling and splitting apart and he is drowning in his own blood.

It is only over when he hears Paimon.

“Aether, you are in Fontaine with Paimon. You are in Teyvat. Paimon needs you to breathe. When you can, please say something…”

She repeats it over and over, chanting in her squeaky voice, and Aether finds it is not in the syllables of Teyvat. She speaks in his home language, and it is just enough to pull him out. He grasps onto her voice like an anchor and wakes.

His body gives out, crumpling upon the pristine flagstones, and he cannot find it in himself to stand. His body feels so very heavy, and the fifth element weighs down upon his bursting chest like a bad omen.

What will the next element feel like?

[septembergold]

[nando161mando]

Aetherial & Cosmic Sequence - Cold Tears

[arseniotrue]

[self-conscious-author]

“We were to be married after he retrieved the aether and we ruled once more.”

“But he was your brother.”

“Yes. And I was the last female of royal blood. He would not taint his line with someone lower born.”

Peter makes a sound of disgust and she hums her agreement with a little smile, watching in amusement as his face contorts with his thoughts and her words. Though her gaze ultimately returns to the view before them with a quiet sigh.

She had no say in her betrothal to Malekith.

He decided it after his defeat against Bor. His. Not their. She’d screamed and cried when he’d sacrificed their ships, their people, in a final desperate attempt to destroy the Asgardian armies. An attempt that failed.

She never approved of using the aether to return the world to everlasting darkness. Of ruling over all, of invoking fear in every being. They are not gods. And they need not be a cruel race.

Many of their people agreed with her, and many of them died. And now, she fears, they are all dead but her.

[circumlocutoryconlanger]

i usually prefer foods that use real cane sugar instead of corn syrup but BY GOD you have not truly tasted Dr Pepper until you have tasted American Dr Pepper. i do not know what they do to it just trust me. aetherial

[littlekleptocrow]

DAYYYYYYYY FOURRR

[nuesora]

The Princess and the Paladin.

Ehh I've procrastinated on finishing this one for so long...

[itsmeishmi]

What if Hades was lurkin' around the Aitiascope? >:]c

[urfavisananimegirl]

Ranboo from the how to fail at ship Jumping AU

Ranboo (How To Fail At Ship Jumping AU) is an Anime Girl!

[ahollowgrave]

Just some lil' rambling about MSQ DT. For folks beyond level 96 in MSQ. Specifically something that is said to the WoL near the start of 96.

When the WoL and Erenville are repairing the traintracks they seek out the Hhetsarro people of Mehwahhetsoan to ask if they would part with tinder. We meet with Hhwato, the chief, and his son, Shepetto. Shepetto is excited to meet you and says:

<sniff> You've a most curious air about you. Of oil and steel, tanned leather, and the faintest hint of...

What he says next changes depending on race. At least, that's my best guess. Shepetto to Odette:

…fair winds blown from a distant shore, though I know not where. I gather you are not from these lands?

Shepetto to Yein, of @iron-sparrow fame:

...roses of a most unusual variety. I gather you are not from these lands?

Originally, I thought perhaps the job was what determined it as Iron was a PLD and I was a WHM at the time. However, Sif (of @whitherwanderer fame) got the same one as Odette despite being different jobs. So I went digging and found all the things Shepetto might say and there are 8 options, which aligns neatly with our 8 playable races. Anyway there is no point to this other than I thought it was neat when I realized it! And it was fun to puzzle over with my friends, and see in which ways Shepetto's comment fit them! I'm curious to know how well his comment resonated with your OC!

[shinystealingbirb]

If you liked my headcanon, both it and a new WHUMPTOBER series, “Aetherial” is on my A03 now! Here’s the link to day 1: swooning

Admittedly it only loosely followed the prompt but shhhhh it’s a warmup

[septembergold]

[madcat-world]

Aetherial Dance - DaiSanVisART

[fatedroses]

Mateus has escaped gpose hell, is now here to blast anyone he doesnt like (everyone)

[dawnslight-aegis]

3. the empress - femininity, nurturing, beauty, creativity, abundance

(others)