#blood & aether

[ahbeduo]

That one Hannibal scene cuz a moot on TWT shared it and now it lives in my head rent free

[h-a-unted]

Emergency Override

[bloodfin]

Phantom slides down the cold tile wall, forehead pressed into his palms. The scrub cap is barely holding in his unruly curls; a few flecks of blood stain his sleeves.

Rain pauses in front of him, clip board in hand, on his way to check a burn patient down the hall.

"You okay, bug?"

Phantom glances up, takes in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly. His nod is barely noticeable.

"Where's Aether?"

"Closing."

Rain hums, glances at the clock ticking too loudly above the door.

"It's your first day in there, right?"

Another nod.

"My hands... they were... they were inside them and it -"

"It's intimate," Rain supplies helpfully.

"Yeah."

Phantom blinks hard, looks at his carefully glamoured claws, and turns his gaze back to Rain.

"Does it get easier?"

He watches Rain worry at his bottom lip, looking for the right thing to say.

"In some ways."

It was Phantom's turn to chew his lip, nodding in agreement.

"Bug, if it doesn't feel right, we can -"

"No, " he interrupts, something that looks like determination flickering in his eyes. "I want to be here, be as good as Aether and Omega some day, but I'm scared."

Rain cocks his head, encouraging him to continue.

"I'm scared that one day it won't feel so intimate, and maybe that's the day I don't care so much. Maybe that's the day someone gets hurt."

Rain nods in understanding, drops to kneel in front of Phantom and places a cool, calming hand on his knee.

"You're afraid of the right things. Sometimes fear holds us back, other times it holds up."

Phantom sniffles.

Rain stands, offers him a smile, and carries on down the hall. His smile grows when he hears the swish of a heavy door, not having to look over his shoulder to know that Phantom chose to scrub back in.

He tugs on the purple and gold thread of the pack link.

"He'll be just fine."

[colorful-horses]

Hey guys. I made a whole new webcomic. It has characters and a story and everything. You should totally go read it!!!!! Go read it right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[starscr0ss]

im thinking about celestia and the abyss being literal opposites (chaos and order) and im thinking about childe and lumine being sort of embodiments of that, just not in the way we think. after the latest natlan quest its clear to us what the fatui intends and what they want- i think the tsaritsa more than anything loves humanity, which is why she directly opposes celestia who are known for bringing down different civilizations. childe, as Her weapon and Her blade is an extenction of that: he's a blade forged by the abyss, bathed in Her holyness, meant to strike down those who sin. lumine (talking solely about traveler lumine) is the literal sister of the prince of the abyss, she has clear ties to it and at this point in the story still is hesitant about fully opposing him (i love angst). her entire story revolves around chaose and disrupting celestia's (and the fatui's) order. isnt that fun

i think what childe longs for the most is control- control of himself, his life, his powers, his story, his fate. i think what lumine wants the most is freedom, which is just another phacet of chaos

anyways. you see it. the themes are theming

[wrathofrats]

Yes wrath can sexualize surgery she’s found out

Warnings for: heavy medfet, weird aether, fear play, scalpels, kinda knife play, bit of blood, aethers literally prepping phantom for surgery but it’s horny kinda

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The sharpie glided easily over phantoms skin. Brand new, ink flowing and spreading through the texture in his skin. He tried not to shake, not to tug against his restraints on the table as aether wrote on his arm. A simple label of right before moving on to the next one.

“Stop moving” aether practically hissed when phantom flinched from his cold hands. He moved to his torso, scribbling notes on his chest if majors organs and lining the major arteries under his skin.

“Pretty little specimen aren’t you?” Aether mumbled, almost more to himself than anything. The marker went delicately down the fleshy part of his stomach, pressure letting up slightly as if to exemplify how soft it was, how easy it would be to dig in. “So defined almost like there’s an outline of where I could cut”

Phantoms cock twitched on his stomach as he let out a whimper. A small pool of precum started to gather on his navel.

“Something wrong with you bug… something deeply psychological. You’re not supposed to be hard over this..”

Aether could practically taste the fear rolling off of him in waves as he grabbed for his scalpel. The slightest amount of pressure, just enough that phantom was scared to move, only a couple light scratches that beaded blood along his skin. Dark crimson in comparison to pale lavender skin, it was beautiful.

“Must be terrifying in this position. Most siblings aren’t awake for this part. Don’t keep their eyes open long enough to see the knife, but you? You get to be under it” the scalpel trailed down his stomach, stopping right in the bit of precum that blurted from phantoms cock. A long red welt appeared in its wake.

“Interesting how turned on you are. Is it the loss of control? Do you enjoy your autonomy taken away from you?”

Phantom tried not to breath too heavy as the scalpel dug in slightly

“Do you enjoy being scared of someone else?”

[weensysunshine]

that moment when you get slashed by a monster beast and you have to get healed by your ex but you’re still bitter and then he touches you tenderly and takes away your hurt like he always did…… but by then ur sourpuss nature has pushed him away again….. what then..?

[skele-bunny]

Dewther rambles? 🥺 Please Aru?

OIGHGIII OKAY

Been mates since they met, but only made it official after a week. They just connected so well, and Dewdrop was silently head over heels. Loved leaving little shells or rocks he found at the depths of the river at Aether's door, but was too nervous to admit it when Aether asked about it.

Dew was NOT the Dewdrop he is now, constantly lurking around corners to watch Aether and just quickly hiding away when Aether would look over to where he was. Tail just slowly wagging if Aether was even mentioned in passing conversation.

Got caught leaving a little pearl at Aether's door, not knowing he was in the kitchen. When he got caught he just jumped so high, tail between his legs. Aether just handed him a rose quartz back for a little trade. Courted him right then and there, and have been inseparable since!

Ohh Dew is so loud with Aether, loves teasing and making fun of him. Still throws things at him wether it's his baphomet plush, pillows, clothes, or straight up a plastic cup—whatever Dew gets his hands on it's meeting Aether LMAO

When Aether has his migraine episodes, Dew will curl around his head or let him lay on him, just warming himself up as it's one of the things that helps settle Aeth's pain. He's so quiet, just slowly stroking through Aether's hair and deflaking his horn bases.

Dew's BPD splits are usually targeted with Aeth, but he's gotten to the point he can recognize Dew splitting or on the verge of one. They always talk it through, though! Wether it's during or after, they're able to push through it. He's started understanding his triggers for them too, and tries being as accommodating as possible to avoid.

Biggest cuddlers or constantly need to feel one another. Wether it's sleepy holds, hand holding, hugs, tail wraps, they're always touching one another when they're near. Not only does it comfort their shared separation anxiety, but also feels so intimate.

Aether is soooo fucking protective of Dewdrop. Knows his firefly can very much so defend himself, has seen it first hand, but doesn't mean he won't take the lead when needed. Someone starting shit? Dew is intercepted and Aether is either de-escalating with just his presence or pushing back against them.

Aannnd Dew does the same! Satan help you if you even dare to make fun of Dewey's mate. He's gotten detention so many times in the abbey for hitting others. Doesn't regret a single one, especially the time he socked a kitchen ghoul in the mouth for teasing Aether about getting a second serving. Knocked out their front fuckin teeth!

Spicy wise? They're either freak or sweet, not really an in-between.

CW - BLOOD PLAY, BONDAGE, NEEDLE PLAY

*Fat used with endearment.

Aether loves going slow with Dewdrop and complimenting his body, hands delicate over his skin and knows just where to press to make Dew tremble or whine. He always makes Dewdrop feel so beautiful and erases so much self-consciousness he has about himself.

LOOVVEE blood and knife play. Dew is insane about the risk and it turns him on so so much. Aether is methodical, knows where to cut and where not to, he works in the OR. Will gladly make designs on Dew's back that are blood bonds or sigils.

Needles are also a big thing for both of them! Aether knows how to make them hurt, purely decoration, or just to get Dew in that pretty subspace.

Another thing Dew bottoms for is bondage. An absolute rope bunny with Aeth as his rigger. Loves simple harnesses all the way to suspension, it's especially fun with Aether fucks him upside down in it.

OhhHhh body worship Aether kink with praise while Dew just admires him... Dew just kissing his belly, grabbing his love handles. "Love how you look. So fucking soft. So beautiful, love how fat you are. Just for me, only for me." Dew getting smothered by Aether's thighs and ass, snuggling in his chest, just kissing everywhere he can. He loves Aether so fucking much dude

Sleepy morning sex is always a thing for them, or just lazy hand/blowjobs. Always just purring and snuggled as close as they can, soft kisses being shared back and forth.

GAH THEYRE IN LOVE

[platoniccereal]

inspired by no vacancy — rainbow kitten surprise (so you can listen to it for double melancholy).

[purlty23]

Aether and Ifrit ghoul getting intimate on the lake shore late one summer evening. See the full post uncensored here on pillowfort, or here on bluesky

[yuihikary]

My boiiiiiiiii

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Murder ghoul Dew ! Plus Dewther fluff, kinda ? 

Cw : blood, like, a lot of blood, description of a kinda gruesome dead body (not in heavy details but still there), murder.

Dew doesn’t know who the person is. Was.  Anyway. He really doesn’t, and that is where lies the whole problem.

If quintessence ghouls are known to be protective, fire ghouls are said to be territorial beings. And, look. Dew doesn’t like stereotypes, but this one…well. This one rings like truth. 

The mangled body at his feet certainly looks like a proof.

There’s blood everywhere ; pooling around what’s left of the corpse, soaking through Dewdrop’s clothes, painting the skin of his arms up to his elbows a dark shade of red, dripping from the fire ghoul’s mouth. He’s sure his hair wasn’t left untainted either, light strands probably turned a rusty color. 

The coppery taste on his tongue, though, brings a smile to Dewdrop’s lips. He picked the person’s scent up from the well on the east side of Primo’s rose garden. He had been aimlessly wandering, lost in thought and peaceful, when this foreign smell had hit his nostrils. 

Now, Dew’s nose might not be as keen as Mountain’s, but he knows an unknown scent when he smells one. It immediately raised his hackles, alarms ringing in his head as only two instincts took over : defend and protect. This place, and the people in it, are his.

His to keep hidden from those who aren’t supposed to find them. His to keep cloaked in protective mystery. His responsablility. Of course, deep down, Dew knows that he isn’t carrying the Church’s safety on his shoulders all by himself. There are plenty of people, ghouls and humans alike, who ensure each day that danger is kept away.

But in that moment, Dewdrop was running on instinct alone. The only thing he knew was that whoever this person was, they had no business being here, on the Ministry’s ground at this hour - early evening, the sun beginning to start its slow descent toward the horizon.

He knew this person wasn’t supposed to be there. Dew, as well as most ghouls, always make a point of discreetly scenting every new member of the Church, to know every smell that belongs to it. It doesn’t take that much brainpower : scents are stored in that primitive, instinctive part of their brain, and anyway, after a week of so, everyone belonging to the Church ends up smelling faintly of encens and old wood.

But this person did not smell like anything Dewdrop knew. Sure, there sometimes are visitors, but their presence is strictly scheduled and monitored. Because the Clergy knows better than to let strangers roam the place unaccompanied at any hour of the day ; they aim, that way, to avoid precisely what situation Dew just manslaughtered his way in.

For now, though, blood-drunk, knowing the Church is safe, Dew cannot bring himself to care about the consequences of his actions. 

That is until he catches another scent, this one terribly familiar.

« Dew, where were you- »

Aether abruptly cuts himself off the second he catches sight of the scene : Dew, drenched in blood and euphoric, while at his feet, what’s left of a person who really shouldn’t have been there lays broken and torn open like a gory piñata.

«…what happened ? »

Dew blinks, slow and lazy, something primal in him sated, for now.

« …stranger danger ? » he offers, small smile curling his lips.

Aether raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

« You’re ten times the danger this poor bastard ever dreamt to be. »

This statement doesn’t stop the quint from cupping Dew’s cheek with one big, calloused hand, uncaring of the blood. It is such a Aether thing to do, holding Dew with all the delicacy one would reserve to a particularly expensive piece of art, even as the fire ghoul stands smiling above the evidence of the murder he just committed.

It makes Dew’s stomach flip pleasantly everytime, and encourages him to nuzzle Aether’s palm with a purr, shooting him a coy look from under pale eyelashes.

« I have no idea what you’re talking about, » he hums with a smirk. Aether swipes his thumb along Dew’s cheekbone, huffing fondly.

« I’m sure you don’t. Seriously, though. You’re okay, right ? »

Dewdrop shrugs, letting Aether tug him closer until he can wrap his arms around the fire ghoul’s frame.

« Sure am. That’s not my blood. »

Aether’s scent - familiar, soothing, safe - surrounds Dew until it’s the only thing he can smell.

« I’ll take care of my mess, just give me a minute, yeah ? » the fire ghoul mumbles against Aether’s chest.

« Nah. You’re going to sneak back to your room and take a shower. No one can see you that way. I’ll deal with the body- send Mount my way, yeah ? He’s been saying he needed some fertilizer, looks like today’s his lucky day. »

Dew’s about to protest : after all, as he just pointed out, that’s his mess they’re talking about, but Aether doesn’t give him the opportunity. His hand finds the back of the fire ghoul’s neck, guiding him into a kiss that turns heated surprisingly quick.

Okay, so what if Dew is a bit easy for Aether ? So what if he let himself get distracted, mouth opening up to welcome Aether’s tongue, hands finding the quint’s love handles and anchoring themselves there, fingers digging into the flesh with what Dew hopes is bruising strength ? He hopes it’ll leave pretty marks. Anyone would cave with the way Aether pours his everything in each of his kisses.

When they pull away, disheveled and out of breath, Dew notes with satisfaction that some of the blood transferred on Aether as well, just another tangible proof of Dew’s claim on the quint. 

The fire ghoul is ready to dive back into another kiss, maybe even let Aether fuck him right here right now in the blood-soaked dirt, but the quint grabs him firmly by the jaw, stopping him dead in his tracks.

« Later, » Aether chuckles, « just wait for me in my room once you’ve showered, if you’re still so eager by the time you’re done. »

Dew flashes him a grin that could rival Swiss’, wide and feral as can be.

« Oh you bet I’ll be. »

Aether laughs again, joyful sound so at odds with the rest of the scenery, spins Dew around to make him face the Church’s looming buildings, and sends the fire ghoul on his merry way with a slap on his ass. 

Dew’s never showered as quickly as he does tonight.

[hearts401]

ART DUMP!!! really big one!! (its just doodles but there are a lot)

first is albether

Then some old mondstadt stuff!!

And then some others (mostly lumi and other albedo ships/friendships)

[strawberrylabs]

Whumptober day 8 with Abyss!Aether!

Prompt: "it's all for nothing"

Whumptober Masterlist

Summary: For all the Abyss prince's work, he still lost everything. Including his sister, and most of all, including you.

Warnings: death, blood, war, inaccurate depictios of the inner abyss due to lack of canon depictions available

"I'm sorry Aether... I didn't want it to come to this!"

Lumine stood above her brother, the Abyss crumbling around them.

Creatures of the abyss lay dead, the structures surrounding them crumbling.

Lumine show one last look at her brother- for she knew she would not ever see him again- and left the collapsing domain.

She had done it. She stopped the Abyss and found her brother.

It's just a shame that over her journey, her loyalty towards teyvat outweighed her loyalty to her kin.

Maybe if it weren't so, Aether wouldn't be laying on the ground with his sister's elemental infused sword stuck through his chest.

Aether stared at the sealing of the Abyss

"So.... It's all for nothing."

Aether thought back on the 500 years of work he put into crushing the archons... the work he put into making them pay

Only to have it all blown back in his face.

Aether refused to cry in his final moments, but he could already feel the semblence of hot tears in the corners of his eyes.

It was all... for nothing!

The experiments, the traps, the years of watching the Khaenri'ahns turn into monsters, yearss of watching the final descendants go mad!

For nothing!

Years of careful planning to persuade his sister to see the right path and join him, only for his plan to be thrown by a stupid talkative little fairy and the archons- again!

Aether could no longer fight the sobs.

He not only lost his hard work, he lost his people, his followers, his nation, his sister!

And he lost...

You-!

Where were you?!

Aether groaned as he pulled out his sisters' sword, blood pooling on the ground.

He knew he would die quicker this way, but he had to find you.

All his hard work was gone, but maybe you weren't.

You, who stood by the prince during all his hard moments, you who reasured him that Lumine would see the truth eventually- although it seems this "eventually" you spoke of came too late.

You who last he remembers-

Was... fighting off Lumine at the entrence of the Abyss.

Aether was so caught up in his engagment with his sister that he didn't stop to think

If Lumine made it to the throne room where Aether was

What happened to you..?

Aether dragged himself in the direction of the domain's entry.

His vision was fading, his chest ached with the pain of despair, betrayal and impending death.

No!

He had to find you! He had to know you were ok! He had to-

...

It was all for nothing.

Aether saw your body slumped on the ground.

Blood pooling from a gash on your head and a grisly cut on your neck.

Aether hurried his crawl, coughing blood in his panic and disarray.

He huffed in exhaustion, vision continuing to swirl as he pulled your limp head into his lap.

He wish he could say you looked peaceful

Your face was contorted in pain- not physical, but emotional.

Your lips are pulled in a frown, and tear stains line your cheek.

Aether hates to think that your final moments were spent blaming yourself for the fall of the Abyss.

Aether cries as he gently cradles your face.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.."

He really has lost everything.

Lowering himself beside you, gritting his teeth as his movements jostle his wound, he pulls you into him.

He can only pray to whatever forsaken power of the damned world will hear him, that your spirit can feel his love in whatever afterlife you've gone to.

It was all for nothing.

The last Prince of the Abyss died on that cold floor of the shadowed domain, reeking of despair.

His once powerful, strong willed kingdom was reduced to corpses, tears and blood by the hands of the one he once trusted more than his own sense.

His hard work, his people, his followers, his nation, his sister, his life.

His love.

He lost it all.

And no one will remain to remember.

@rainswept here you are pookie

this- isn't what was originally planned but ya know slay ig

[sofusenpai]

pictomancer seline 🎨

[starscr0ss]

demigod kids