#borinqucn

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💭 💭 💭 I sent 3 for either 3 thoughts abt cirrus or a thought per ghoulette. Your choice !!

Send 💭 for a thought my muse has had about yours

"Think about the Ghoulettes? Of course I've been thinkin' about them, is it obvious? They're some of my favorite beings from Hell to spend time with!" Aether giggled and leaned back, thinking about each of them. "Cirrus is so stubborn, it's one of her best traits, the way she never gives up and she will always find a way to keep fighting. I'm in awe of her. And Cumulus, she's always so sweet and caring. She does whatever it might take to help others, she's endlessly patient with us all. Sunshine's the newest, but she's one of the most talented souls I've ever met. Everything she does, she gives all of herself to it. Kinda reminds me of when I was younger. I just hope she's smarter than younger me, doesn't make my mistakes."

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𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐜𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 🍓

my love <3 every day i compliment you. i should hope so. although, it’s always so easy. you’re so talented. your mind is very amazing to me, as you’re smart in all the areas where i struggle. i’ll try to keep this to writing, though. you’re so creative, even if you don’t think you are. we’ve always had the deepest most extensive plots, and it’s part of what made our bond so strong, before i met you in person. i pride myself on the worlds we’ve built, and if anyone thinks you’re not creative or doesn’t want to put the effort in to world build with you? well they’re missing out on one of the best and most dedicated partners on this earth. temperance in particular is so well developed and you’re so dedicated to her. she’s always been a breath of fresh air, and she’s adaptable as hell. i adore her so much, and i credit her for us becoming so close. thank you for always hyper-fixating with me, & for taking such an interest in what i do. you’re just such a good writer, and you’re so descriptive. it’s been so great to see you writing new characters because you’ve been crushing it, honestly. the grasp you have on your girls is !! so amazing. idk i just love you thanks for loving me too or whatever, i guess... <3

@borinqucn​ sent me a 🍓 

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❝  quiet.  the ghosts are talking.  ❞ ( magdalena from cirrus )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. mags knew that. long hallways, gorgeous architecture. heavenly. she'd asked cirrus to take a walk with her, needing some time away from everyone else. but something was different about this. something ... strange. the ghoulette pulls her aside and puts a finger to her lips, speaking softly. mags raises an eyebrow in question. but she was right. light whispers flutter in the air -- with no corporeal bodies to be seen. were the voices former ghouls? lost souls? she was in awe. " i cant.. i cant even tell what they're saying. can you, @borinqucn ? "

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borinqucn​:

[ hate ] sender kisses receiver roughly after being in an argument with each other - midas / marigold @muutos

he just didn’t understand.the imagined order was closer than ever and the agency still didn’t have an actual leg up on them. even with giving support to the island’s renegades, none of this was enough. he doesn’t listen. for as much of a genius as this man was, he was acting pretty stupid right now. and marigold wasn’t going to sit around and not tell him. who else was going to tell him if she didn’t ? the henchmen ? funny. she could have made this more of a conversation but marigold snaps, inciting midas’ own quiet anger to flare, subduing hers, matching him. eyes narrowed, lips pursed. he knows what he’s doing blah blah blah. it’s not marigold’s place to try and tell him what to do, but it isn’t as though they have the time to do this and to work. every twenty two minutes the island is reset. and if anyone would know and understand that, it’s him. for as hard as he’s worked to act suddenly so nonchalant grinds at the snapshot, ‘ of course, i’m so sorry to even have questioned your, ‘ hands come to gesture and words fail her. ‘ whatever. ‘ waving him off. she’s sure she needs to go do something and if she didn’t, you bet your ass marigold was going to make something up, though not even two steps away from him and he grabs her hand pulling her back, mismatched eyes catching his, ‘ listen, i’m not– ‘ he’s pulled her back for a kiss. golden fingers entangling themselves in her hair. for a moment marigold fights the golden ghost before eventually succumbing to his hold on her, arms wrapping around him pulling back only once she was out of breath, but not before nipping at his lip. ‘ you’re not forgiven. ‘ and he wasn’t, but that doesn’t stop marigold from pressing her lips to his again this time entwining her own fingers into perfectly gelled hair. 

midas understands just fine. & he does indeed know what he’s doing. he’s not a genius for the fancy plaques, after all.. hadn’t spend all those years as a single father cooped up at the imagined order, just to piss away the chance to bring his plans to fruition. sitting in the back of a class he was overqualified for, training for grunt-work. agent life alongside jones, far from his idea of a good time... missing his little girl growing up, for the sake of an organization’s stranglehold on reality zero. & he’s not about to drop the ball now. but, what marigold doesn’t understand is that everything is rolling according to a very specific plan. & despite a few snags of human (or snapshot) error, his ability to keep himself unaffected by the loop was enough to deal with siphoning crates from the i.o, & even from his own ‘shadow’ organization. infiltrated by his faithful agents to make sure everything was as believable as it needed to be. for as long as slone & geno were focused elsewhere, they could continue to work on their doomsday machine & storm suit... which he expects that they should be right on schedule with, so far. unless his daughter has failed to report a problem with the device she was working on.. which could be the case. the agent of chaos ofttimes a source that’s as reliable as he is unreliable. a mad scientist, through & through. midas is the first to admit he’s being stubborn. which is an apt description for his near petulant behavior as he brushes off her concerns. however the difference is that he believes it to be justified. she should trust him, really. he’s been planning this since before he left the oder, & has to live his life on this godforsaken horror show of a reality. truly in his best interest, to make sure he’s on top of everything. & he’s not just one man... brutus has a handle on command at shadow along with the meowscles & jules, whilst he, skye and maya were posted up on the ghost side of things. everything is just fine. all she’s doing is wasting precious time that he doesn’t get, to just be a normal person with normal desires. the stresses of his life, as the purple haze swirls around them, needing to be taken off. at least, for a brief period. as long as it takes.. & he’s not negotiating. not today. he takes a half step - his gilded right hand gripping her matching wrist. brushing the leather on her fingerless gloves. the lack of both glimmering hands differentiates the carbon copy, as his inferior. (conceited, is he). as, he would never think of her in such a way. magnificent, beautiful “---marigold.” he breathes. & the moment she turns, his bent leg digs the toe of his designer shoe against the tile of the corridor. thick pads of his fingertips working along her scalp, as he tousles the black strands. his other hand, splaying against her uniform-clad back.. holding her steady, until her form relaxes. pliant... & he exhales deeply. hissing, at the nip to his bottom lip. his nose chasing her, with silent chuckle shifting the corner of his lip. mismatched gaze lidded, in his lust. his mouth mouth parts for her, a mere moment post speech.   “-- i’m sure i can live with that...”  

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number 69 for cirrus lmfaoooo

Spotify Wrapped Starters - Party of One

I am yours. A phrase, a spoken reminder to your soulmate to let them know truly how much they meant to you. How much you meant to them. How much anything meant any amount. What was your love if you could not compare it to how much the Earth loves the Stars? What was your love if it could not best ever cosmic force thrown your way? What was love, truly? What was love? Could Aether be a home for love? Could Aether sustain that feeling? Was he an environment meant for love, or was he the voided aether that he was named after?

Nobody could hear you scream in space. Did that mean nobody would hear you cry? Laugh? Weep? Giggle? Sigh? Did anything mean anything in space? Was the air in your lungs empty? Was there dead silence on the radio waves?

"Cirrus." His voice is empty, those scared, purple irises searching into the dark bedroom as he spoke to the beloved Ghoul curled up in his arms. A forlorn glance shot out to his curtained windows that shielded his room from daylight. "Why do you love me?"

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

loneliness born of inadequacy

you've never been as good as your peers, this was made abundantly clear to you at a young age. they hate you for being lesser than them. you don't know what you do wrong, maybe it's not even your actions anymore. it's just you, you're just wrong. you've learned to blend into the shadows. don't speak unless spoken to. don't get excited. don't show your emotions at all, actually. no one cares.

tagged by :  @divinehr​

tagging :  @borinqucn​ @vampyrra @auuteur @gwanzhu @mkoshi

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𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐜𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: [ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥 ] — 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 ( 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 )

this isn’t something he often allows. he has been known to fraternize with other ghouls, however previously it was mostly in heat. mostly choosing celibacy, unless he feels he needs a release to unburden the mind. dedicated to his duties & unbound by certain desires of the flesh. besides, as harsh it may sound.. it’s hard to see himself as anything less than above them all. on his quintessence pedestal he stands high. his chin raised & poised to perfection. yet the new era sees his retirement. asked to step down due to something so preposterous as his age. threatened, the moment a new beast moulded to perfection was summoned. useless, in his opinion. he is the picture of perfectness. the pinnacle of what they seek. yet when the dust settles on his mind splitting grief, he sees it as no less than a plot by imperator. a plot to keep the only one equipped to protect papa emeritus iii away from him. allowing the inferior to falter. though this brings with it a barrage of emotions that the ghoul is unequipped to deal with. the guilt, the grief. the loss... the loss of all three of his previous masters & the knowledge that he no longer was the representative of his element? it is causing him to lose himself & regress into a more feral state of being. he more-less refused to acknowledge many of the new ghouls’ existence for a time. though he was also recruited to assist the multi ghoulette upon her arrival, as she gathered her bearings. & grudgingly -- the omega ghoul obliged. still duty bound to the ministry, his thick fingers were quick to point & mouth quick to grunt & scowl. yet, her demeanor was such that he was quick to also grudgingly warm up to her. at least enough to stop acting generally irritated by her mere existence. to treat her more akin to how he treats his pack mates. humoring her when she sought him out. though if he had half a mind to, he’d wonder why she’d seek his bitter self in the first place.  she had found him out of glamour, & resting in the newly issued ghoul uniforms. lounging in his room on a sofa, with one leg up & the other stretched with a heel on the floor. lazily propped upon the rest with his tail swaying, and one of his arms draped over the cushions. his neck-length white hair still perfectly placed despite.. however he had not expected her cheery wave & bounce on the heels to end with her straddling his leg. lowering on instinct for her to eagerly mount, with a quirk of his brow & twitch of pointed ears in interest. his fingers only curl into the upholstery with an inconsequential rumble of warning. tensing at the contact to his groin. unreadable eyes point up at her, whilst his booted heel presses into the sofa. thick teeth bearing with a few weak twitches of his lips. & that’s how they stay, if not for her coaxing touch to his clothed shoulders. that which eases him against the arm, with his clawed fingers gripping her opposite appendage..  omega’s other foot bracing on the floor, so that he can meet the soft push of her hand with harsh huffs & grunts. he can’t ask her for anything more.. wide eyes & whites of his teeth flaring along with his broad chest. teeth snapping whilst he tries to keep his hips from bucking like a wild animal. protecting his poise. the only thing keeping his impending orgasm obvious being the harsher rise & fall of his barrel chest or the tightening of his grip. diamond cut chin lowering & heightening along with his gaze, until his eyes roll back. head thrown as well. yet you’d never know it, with their color. his hips now speeding up in pace & rolling harshly, with what can only be described as a roar ripped from the depths of his throat. almost like a jaguar. his lips peeled back to flex his tongue in the deafening rumble that escapes him. rolling satisfyingly. & it doesn’t stop, either. interrupted briefly only by breaths, whilst he rides through his aftershocks. hisses filtering between flexes of his jaw, even whilst his chin lifts to stare at her. 

@borinqucn    /  /    oddly specific sensual touches.

[samusings]

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Random Headcanon Prompt

Spending time by himself on the roof of the abbey at night is the closest Aether really gets to Lucifer and Hell. He'll meditate out there and that's the only time he really will let his emotions loose and speak honestly about how he feels. It's like praying but to the stars as that's Aether's specialty.

Aether loves having his hair played with and his claws painted. He insists on purple paint. Purple is his favorite color.

Aether sees himself as a massive failure because Terzo was killed. When Aether meets the newer Ghouls and Ghoulettes summoned by Copia, he feels incredibly guilty because these Ghouls look up to him and they don't know that he's actually utterly useless (he isn't useless. he just feels that way).

Aether stims. He hops a lot as that's the easiest one to get out on stage. Lots and lots of hopping. He cannot sit still to save his life. He will chase a laser pointer.

Aether is not immune to forbidden snacks. Why can't he eat a bouncy ball? Why can't he lick bismuth? Why can't he eat a bath bomb? Why does bath bomb smell like candy and look like candy if not candy??? explain???

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@borinqucn​

You know it probably happened at some point, I can just see it

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𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐜𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

swiss is allowing me to speak on his behalf, because he’s not good with putting his feelings into words, and if he tries he’s very long winded about it. so, swiss loves her of course. he knows that in his heart, but his brain hasn’t quite caught up, yet. i think he’s still trying to deny it to save himself from getting hurt, because there’s a lot that comes with his ability to love that makes his guts twist up & his mind lock up. of course if they were both to confirm it, he would be very happy. in any scenario when a partner wants to be something more, there’s something inherent in him that’s overtly excited like a lovelorn puppy, but with cirrus it’s a bit different. in their dynamic, his jealousy is a little more prevalent just due to the fact that it’s not just them that are a part of it. he’s very unsure of his place, or any potential favoritism going on. he’s also still holding onto a lot of his boundless energy because he’s afraid of coming on too strong with cirrus, as she’s definitely not the type to tolerate clinginess all that much. or so he suspects.. so he can’t just release it, and let it pour out like he can with other ghouls in the same scenario. he’s also kinda left a bit puzzled by their banter at times, as they’re both trying to deflect their feelings on both ends - so it leads to even more confusion on where they stand. at the end of the day it’s like his relationships with most ghouls in the sense that he wants to feel accepted & irreplaceable but he almost is incapable of believing that he’s not, whether it’s in those relationships or whether it’s in the band. he’s become so attached to his friends that he’s not sure he could be cast aside and live with that.. at least with any sort of joy.

@borinqucn    /  /    random ask that was suppose to go ooo but that went ouch

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𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐜𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝:

❝ 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞. ❞ ( 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐬 )

“ummmm, hello -----” he grins, sharp teeth & glowing eyes about the only thing that may distinguish him to human eyes, as legs dangle from an overhead beam. booted feet swinging idly, as his tail flicks. fingers curling ‘round the bars... the ghoul’s voice sounds artificial, almost as if his light tone has been run through a voice changer. shifting, & bouncing. the chuckle following, also a slightly warped sound.. yet still somehow it fits the devilish way that lids narrow. “--- have you met me?” perhaps he should be treating the venues with a bit more tact, however.. he’s stood around, long enough. rotates back, knees holding him as he lowers his back. springs of curls falling ‘round the long shape of his horns & pointed ears. -----  “it’s just our nature.” “come on....”  clawed fingers extend, with a quirk of his brow & a knowing smirk. “ -- why don’t you join me. or, does aether need your attention?“

@borinqucn    / /    don’t starters (swiss thinks you’re being very negative right now)

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“let me know what we are living, & what we are dying for.”

lyric starter call + @borinqucn​​   (long distance runner - promoe)

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@borinqucn​

Just redrew an old comic I made.

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“i try to dance with what life has to hand me. sometimes it’s roses, & sometimes it’s weeds.”

lyric starter call + @borinqucn​​​   (sometimes it’s a bitch - stevie nicks)

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“i don't even believe myself anymore.”

lyric starter call + @borinqucn​   (lügen - rammstein)

[samusings]

“take my hand.” ( sunny and aether ! )

Random Dialogue Prompt

The sun burns brightest in the endless void of eternity, where lights do not reach and the ethereal air is poison to any mortal who breathes it in. It's a lonely place out there in space, where the warmest ball of hot gas is light years away and you can only float with rocks and dust in your orbit. Nobody can hear you scream, but you've felt this way about your existence for a while now. To be the air the gods breathe in an honor, but it's even more of an honor to be loved. The intimacy of being known and accepted and seen, it was like proposing with Saturn's rings.

Although this was no proposal, just a hand held out to a demon who hasn't held a hand in quite some time. As Sunshine got to have her perch up on the stage, it made her appear taller than she was. Sure, she was taller than Cumulus, but she was still small. Her hands were small too, so the offer of hand holding got a chuckle out of Aether who held out his large hand to simply dwarf hers.

"Y'might be holding my thumb more than holding my hand, Sunny."