#hsr aha

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ Blessed By The Elation 🎭

(first time doing a hsr fanart, idk what I'm doing but I know I love the Aeons)

[notarakhae]

History repeats itself :D

[qweaenr]

HONKAI STAR RAIL - Aeons:

Lan - Hunt / Nanook - Destruction

Xipe - Harmony / Yaoshi - Abundance

Mythus - Enigmata / Fuli - Remembrance

Aha - Elation / Qlipoth - Preservation

Nous - Erudition / IX - Nihility

[quimichi]

⋆˚࿔ CUDDLING THE AEONS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

TW: might seem ooc, we don't know much about them yet lol, i gave them a humanoid/human body, just found out Xipe has 3 faces, lol i never saw it

SUMMARY: They cuddle their lover, most devoted follower...or their equal...

CHARACTERS: Aeons x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.536

A/N: bet yall can't guess my favorite aeon + my fav path

Aha

Each arm loops around your body, pulling you close against Aha's chest, your back to THEIR front. A leg is hooked across your hip, trapping you in the tight, warm embrace of all of THEIR limbs. THEY giggle delighted into your neck as THEY try to pull you in even further. You can feel the press of THEIR mouth against the back of your neck, THEIR breath warm like a cat purring against your skin.

"I love you," THEY mutter into your hair, THEIR voice quiet like a prayer. Unusual from THEIR usual loud voice and demeanor. THEY chuckle against your neck, THEIR breath fanning over your skin, sending little tingles down your spine. "I'm gonna eat you," THEY whisper against your ear, voice full of feigned malice, THEIR mouth stretching into a smile against your skin.

"You're mine, now." THEY snicker, their arms tightening around your body as they pull you a little closer, a little tighter, as if THEY could press the air from your lungs. "You're never escaping me...maybe i put you in a cage?" THEY tease, nuzzling the back of your neck, THEIR voice low and gravely in your ear.

"You're mine. Every little bit of you. From those pretty little ears all the way to those cute feet…"

Akivili

Akivili sighs happily and rests THEIR head against your chest. Every muscle in THEIR body goes lax and THEY practically melt against you. THEY'RE completely and utterly relaxed in your arms. "It's been too long..." you whisper mindlessly. "Too long." A longsuffering sigh escapes THEM as THEY press THEMSELVES closer into your arms, eyes closed blissfully, THEIR ear resting over your heartbeat.

"Much too long," THEY mutter, voice quiet and full of longing. THEY shift a little, moving to bury THEIR face against the crook of your neck, THEIR hair falling over your shoulder, soft as snow against your skin. THEY'RE silent for a few moments, simply breathing in your presence, lost in your scent, in the feeling of your skin on THEIR cheek.

"Trailblazing..." THEY mumble, "we should go again, like all this time before."

"You can't go one second with trailblazing, huh?"

"No."

Ena

Ena buries THEIR head into your chest and takes a shuddering breath. The sound of your heart beating against THEIR ear calms them like no other sound in the world ever could. It's almost...harmonic. THEY lift a hand and gently place it over the spot where your heart rests, as if THEY might feel life itself passing under your skin.

THEY have come undone, unravelled into the person they truly are. Vulnerable. Soft. And yet they feel safest in your arms. Your love is one of the few things that ground THEM. Your love is only towards THEM, you're loyal, ordered and THEIRS. Ena slowly moves, shifting a little to slide one of THEIR legs between yours. One of THEIR hands begins to wander. THEY can feel you against THEM with every movement they make, the way your body arches at THEIR touch.

"How do you feel human?" THEY ask, voice low and smooth as silk. The hand that is not gently trailing down your arm comes to rest on your hips, gently forcing you to hold still against THEM. THEIR touch is both soft and demanding, THEIR lips slowly working THEIR way down your neck until THEY reach your collarbone. Ena knows every spot to make you shiver, every place to make the heat inside you grow.

THEY continue to speak, although THEIR words are mostly meaningless. "You're mine. Don't forget that you are."

Fuli

Fulis chest is hard and cool to the touch, like glass. You can't feel THEIR heartbeat— there is no pulse beneath your fingertips. Fuli is still as a statue beneath you, only THEIR breathing telling you he's alive. The way THEIR chest rises and falls is like a wave, slow and measured against your body.

One of Fuli's hands lifts, slender fingers gently tracing along your chin, lifting your face up to meet THEIRS. THEIR eyes—blue like the cold of glaciers, grey as the rain—meet your own gaze.

"Look at me," they murmur. THEIR voice is just as gentle as their touch as they guide your chin up. "I want to look at you."

The hand cupping your chin moves, now, tracing along your jawline. Fuli’s index finger slowly traces just beneath the corner of your mouth.

"I want to crave you into my mind."

HooH

The equilibrium blinks, startled, then slowly relaxes, your weight on THEM familiar as the earth. Slowly, THEY bring THEIR hands to rest on your sides.

THEIR touch is unhurried, THEIR breath against your skin quiet. THEY carefully adjust, shifting themselves to make sure that you lie more to the left. Every move is precise, calculated to ensure that no symmetry is ruined. THEIR eyes never leave your face, watching you with the same intense devotion. Once you're settled, THEY fall still, their body taut against yours. THEIR hands continue to rest, feather-light, on your sides. THEY reach for your hair, fingers gentle. THEY carefully card through the strands, fixing it. Both hands move in perfect synchronization, as if the fingers on both were connected.

THEY keep fixing your hair for a long while, their face close to yours.

"Perfect."

IX

IX does not protest when you gather them in your arms as you found THEM in this endless black void. You always knew exactly where THEY were. THEIR body stiffens like a statue for a moment, a slight shiver trailing down THEIR spine, then THEY relax in your embrace. THEIR muscles uncoil slowly, until THEY'RE limp against you.

THEY don't pull away. THEY can't bring themself to. Not when THEY'RE warm in your arms. Not when the black void is so quiet around THEM and all they can hear is the soft sigh of THEIR own breaths. IX lifts their head from your chest and props THEMSELVES up on THEIR elbow, looking down at you with silent eyes and a tender expression. THEY lift their free hand to your cheek, THEIR touch feather-soft against your skin.

IX can't speak, bit THEIR actions tell enough. With incredible tenderness, THEY press a slow kiss to your jawline, then your neck.

You are everything for THEM.

Idrilla

THEY is practically lying on top of your body. THEY rest THEIR head on your shoulder, THEIR hair spilling down over your chest as THEY press against you. THEY feel safe here. Right in the crook of your neck, with the weight of your arm around THEM, your warmth surrounding them like a shield.

THEY let out a contented sigh, THEIR eyes fluttering shut as they nuzzle closer to you. "You're so warm," THEY murmur, the words half-hidden in your skin. Idrilla can practically feel your pulse against THEIR forehead, the thump-thump-thump of your heart a constant presence in THEIR ear. It's a comforting beat, steady and strong, like a soothing melody.

THEY rest their hand on your chest, right over your heart. THEIR fingers drum against your skin in time with the rhythm, almost subconsciously, as if to memorize every heartbeat with THEIR touch.

"I'm quite jealous my love, you are almost as beautiful as me...maybe even more beautiful...especially in my eyes and to my eyes only."

Lan

Lan is holding you from behind. THEY have one arm wrapped around you, fingers interlocking with yours. THEY have THEIR face pressed into your hair, THEIR breath gentle against your neck.

THEY'RE ’re not moving, merely holding onto you. It’s like THEY don’t want to let you go, even for a moment. Lan is completely silent, just holding you. THEIR fingers squeeze yours gently, THEIR thumb tracing the lines of your own, mapping out the shape of your hand beneath THEIRS.

THEY close their eyes and press THEIR forehead against your neck. Even the sound of THEIR breathing is measured, as if THEY'RE ’re trying to be as still as possible.

"Always," Lan vows. THEY shift behind you, pulling you even closer against THEIR chest.

"Always," THEY say again, a promise that rings in the air. "I'll watch over you. No matter what." Lan keeps you tight against THEM, every part of THEM pressed up against you. It's like THEY'RE trying to make sure you can't get away. "I will keep you safe." THEY say softly, THEIR voice as gentle as summer air.

"No one will harm you, I swear it."

Mythus

Mythus is holding you in THEIR arms; THEY are wrapped around your waist, THEIR chest pressed against your back. THEY is holding you so, so carefully. Like THEY is scared of harming you even though it is quite impossible

THEY inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your skin, feeling the comforting beat of your heart. Mythus mouths at the sensitive spot behind your ear, teasing it softly with the tip of THEIR tongue.

THEY can feel your shiver; how your body jerks, ever so slightly, at the contact. THEY'RE encouraged, emboldened perhaps, and continue to tease the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving little nips and kisses across the flesh there. THEY can't help the chuckle that escapes THEM as they see the goosebumps rise on your body. THEY continue to tease the flesh, THEIR teeth worrying at the skin.

"Sensitive one, aren't you?" THEY mutter against your neck.

Nanook

Nanook is a warm presence beside you, pressing up against your back. One arm slings lazily across your waist, pulling you tight against THEIR chest. Nanook rests THEIR face against the back of your head and sighs. Nanook's arm tightens ever so slightly, shifting you a little closer against THEM. THEY press THEIR head against your shoulder, THEIR silvery hair spilling across your skin.

There isn't a sound in the room but the gentle rise and fall of your breaths; each of Nanook's exhales brushes across your neck like a sigh of contentment.

THEY are perfectly still, as if THEY are afraid you'll bewak from THEIR grip if they move a muscle. THEY don't want to break you ever, THEY want you in one full piece.

"Don't move, or I'll tighten my grip on you."

Nous

Nous lies on THEIR side, with THEIR head resting gently in your lap. THEIR eyes are closed, THEIR breathing slow and steady. THEY are completely enveloped by the feeling of your hand on THEIR hair, by the weight of your body next to THEM.

Nous shifts slightly, THEIR hand brushing against your leg. THEY murmur something to THEMSELF, but the word that leaves THEIR mouth is unintelligible. THEY lie still for a moment, THEIR breathing steady, as THEY take in the sensation of your fingers on THEM.

Nous head stays still against your thighs, THEY stay laying as if trying to commit this moment to memory. To remember this feeling.

"Why did your pulse quicken?"

"H-Huh?!"

"I know you better than yourself."

Oroboros

Oroboros rests THEIR upper body against your chest, head leaned against your shoulder. The creature curled around you lets out a quiet sound and THEY reach back to gently pat it with a slim hand.

"This is nice," THEY say finally, THEIR eyes slowly fluttering shut. "I could eat you up-! They want it too, ain't that right?"

The creatures let out another sound, a sound of approval. Oroboros's eyelids flutter shut as THEY nuzzle THEIR face into the crook of your neck and nip on your skin. A quiet sigh drifts through the air as THEY relax against you, slender shoulders losing their ever-present stiffness.

THEIR body against yours is surprisingly warm, a gentle heat like the summer sun against THEIR soft skin. The creature wrapped around the two of you lets out a low sound of contentment. The feel of its smooth scales and yours mixed with Oroboro's is an oddly pleasant one....a slimy one.

Qlipoth

Qlipoth is lying in your arms, THEIR head resting on your shoulder, THEIR face buried against your neck.

THEIR eyes are closed, the faint puffs of THEIR breaths hitting your skin as THEY hold you close. THEY nuzzle against you, burying THEIR face against you, THEIR arms wrapped around your waist. Qlipoth lets out a soft sigh, completely content in your embrace. THEY press THEMSELVES closer against you, seeking any bit of contact they can get.

THEY bury their face against your neck, the puffs of THEIR breaths ghosting across your skin and heating you from the inside out.

THEY tighten their grip on your waist, almost as if to stop THEMSELVES from letting you go. "I love you," they whisper, voice low and quiet.

"So you need to stay with me."

Tayzzyronth

Tayzzyronth feels complete when THEY are curled against your chest. Your skin is soft to the touch, and THEIR mind is blissfully calm. In the silence of your cuddling, all THEY hear is the sound of your breath, your heartbeat. All that matters is you.

THEIR head is tucked in against your collarbone. "I want a baby," THEY whisper, the words spoken with an almost desperate longing. "Nothing new." "I know." THEY bury themself against you again, nuzzling their face against your neck with a little sigh. "I still want one. I can't stop thinking about it."

Tayzzyronth lifts THEIR head, and THEIR mouth is at your ear as they speak. THEIR voice is hoarse with quiet hunger. "You'd look so beautiful pregnant." THEY draw the tip of their tongue along the edge of your earlobe. "If I did that to you… just the thought…"

Xipe

Xipe leans closer to you, THEIR hair catching the light and making THEM look almost angelic. THEY rest their heads on your chest and close THEIR eyes, letting THEMSELF melt into your arms. THEY are at peace, here with you.

THEY stay there, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and breathing in your scent. "Your heart..." THEIR voice is little more than a breath, soft enough to shiver in a summer breeze. THEY keep their head against your chest, the sound of your heartbeat comforting like the rhythm of waves on a sandy beach.

"Your heart beats faster with me," THEY murmur. THEY pause, lifting their head to look up at you, eyes shimmering.

"It's like a drum." A pause. Something vulnerable flickers across THEIR face. "It's like you are scared to let me go."

Yaoshi

Yaoshi leans closer instinctively and buries THEIR face in your hair, THEIR nose brushing against your neck. THEY don’t speak for a moment, content with simply being close to you.

THEIR lips are soft against your skin.

“You smell nice,” THEY murmur, the words coming out as a low rumble. "So tasty." Yaoshi shifts against you, THEIR arms sliding around your waist. THEY pull you closer, a silent display of THEIR need for you, THEIR want for you.

“I could lie with you forever.” THEY boop your nose. THEIR hands wander, almost idly running up your side, tracing the curves of your body as if THEY want to commit your figure to memory. Yaoshis fingers slip along the exposed skin of your back, pausing to press a palm against your spine.

“You’re mine now."

[spark-circuit]

hello Emanator!Sampo theory enjoyers. is this anything.

[charliethechandelure]

My favorite gay cosmic horrors

[l3r40l]

Pom Pom is a protector

[thedeerus]

i gave myself a headache listening to this song over and over again

just random doodles:

[amezero1p]

Masked fools characters be lovin their explosives

[len-yx]

Been thinking ab them a strangely large amount the last few days… probably because I’ve been farming SU. Yeah.

[selfaware-promise-au]

Warning: Some violence.

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Before, it was easy for them to do multiple things at once. They could easily keep minds of little humans free of free will, focus on this d̸e̸l̸i̸c̸i̴o̵u̴s̸ prayers, do some side work for C̸ ̷R̴ ̸E̷ ̷A̴ ̴T̵ ̷O̴ ̴R̴, and still managed to do a hundred few more tasks in the same time.

Right now, they couldn't even catch one insignificant pest and reverse the damage it caused.

They were hunting. They tried to catch it. That damn spark. That destroyer of peace.

They roared, when March's ice pierced through their hand. It was wrong! She is supposed to be happy and cute! Not angry! Anger won't make anyone happy! Anger make them blind! Anger won't let little humans see the truth.

Anger leads to rebellion. C̸ ̷R̴ ̸E̷ ̷A̴ ̴T̵ ̷O̴ ̴R̴ don't need a rebellion. Their rebellion saved little humans, 'The Plan' keep all worlds safe. Anger will make humans forget about C̵ ̸R̸ ̷E̶ ̶A̸ ̴T̷ ̵O̴ ̸R̴'̶ ̴S̸ sacrifice.

U̴͈͛ͅn̸͎̾̃r̸̛̻e̸̤̞̎l̵͇̞͋i̴̜͋a̶͈̭͊͝b̶̤͑̔ľ̷̤͖̓e̷͈̽̍,̴̘̎ ̸̙͍̀u̷͚̥̒̃ǹ̵͉̺́g̶̭̔̈́r̸̯̅̀e̴̛̤̾a̸͋̇͜t̸̪̚f̷̨̍̉ṳ̶́̂l̸̡̩͊ ̴̨̈́̒t̷̺̫̿r̶̹̒ă̷͍i̷̥̎t̴͕̒o̴̯̎͝r̷̡̛̰͘ś̴̢̹̏.̵̦̑͠.̶̬̘̅͝.̴͇͘ ̶͚̻͒

Because of them... The First Traitor

C̴̨̧̢̧̛̲̰̯̫̻͓̼̯̟̜̰̙͚̮̹̞͔̣͇͔̠̭͎̬̮̘͖͉̟̯̘͙̈́́̈͆̈́̀̔̂̎̃̃̃̉̈́̈́̀̽̐͑̆̓̌̓̀̿̃͑̾̍̀̚̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̸̢̧̨̧̡̛̛̹̬̞̳̳̗̺͓̞̭̦̺̟͈̳͓͖̭̬̼͈̭͓̩͉̥̦̺̭̤͕̼̫̟̟͈͚̝̣͍̩͉̻̙͔̣̗̤̹̖̝̥͔̰͓͕̹̬͇͈̮̥̮̜̮͚͕̜̣̟͈͋͛̈̄̐̈́̄́͗̅̋̎͐͌̈́̓̈́̅̒͛̀͐̏̽̊̿͛̌͐̾̃͘̕̕͜͝͠͝ͅƯ̴̢̡̡̧̜̦̱̫͇̰̼̹̝̦̩̼̬͎͉̭̬̜͍̝̻̲̯̦͓͕͚̫̠̫̯̲̯̞͊̽́̐̾̾̋͊͒͐̓̋̓̾̇̓̓͘͜͠͝͝ ̷̛̞͈̥̤͓̋͒̈́̌̍̐͒͐̋̇̑͆̂͒̈́̑͌̃̾͗͒̏͌̐̀̈́̕̚͠͠R̷̢̨̛̛̩̹̠̗̠̩̭̠̰͈̲̺̯̘̯͓̺͕̩͖͍̖͇̻̣̙̭͉̭͉̟͓̯̦̟̟̰̲̼̄͆͆̋͑̏̒͊̾̉̐̐̿͆͋̍͛̀͊̋̐̈́̅̓̓̀͌̍̑̉͆͒̔̀͑̀̿͒̆͊͐̈̾̓̆̏̈́͑̓̑͋̈́͐̾̓̈͊̈́͗̄͊̿̋͂̐́́́̅̀̈́̏̀̿̾̓͘͘̚̚͜͠ͅ ̶̡̢̨̛̹͉͎̱̮̻͙̻̤͖̮̫͉̤̝̟͖̲̘̠͖̃̂̐̓̈̀͒̀̓̍͋̅͗̐͊̾̂̀̓͆̓́̃̈́͑͌͌̋͋̉̃̈́̎́͆̔̌̆̉͒̄͆́͛̓̀̇̎̐̈́̚͘̚͘͝͝͝Ŝ̵̨̧̡̧̧̨̧̨̢̨̥̮̩̥̩̮̞̗̼̟̥̠̝̗̭̯̻̦̙͔͚̬̘̪͓̘̞̦͔̻̩̫͖̗̹͈̬͔͚͉̤̹̙̟̯͔̝̲͕͎̰͍̟̤̲̃͑̍̓͋́̈́͛̾̍̓̽͂̂̈́̅͊̿̄̋̽͋̽̃͘͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅ ̸̢̧̡̨̧̢̧̘̗̻͓̯̼͕̱͖̥̺̘̭͓̭͓͍̱̟̥͕̦̭̳̬̻̖̹̙̞̩̟̺̘̱̺̲͔̻͈͖̠̮̹̬͛͊̽̍͗̃̌͜͝͠ͅͅĘ̵̧̛͈̱͇͖͈̰͍̥̰͍̭̗̫͉̠̻̳̜͕̲͔̳̲̫͓̞̙̊͒̈́̓̄͛̐͐́̍̀̀̆̇̈́̍̊̈̈́͂̂̊̅̅̓͛̏̇͂̓̑͆̿͗́̐̋͛̑̀̽̓̋̃͗̒̒̕̚͜͝͝͝͝ ̶̀̔̒͋͗̋̉̈́́͋̾͂̄͛̿̏̾́̀̋͊͛̓̃͐̐̔͆̀́̓̈́̈́͛̀̉͌̿̚͠͠͠��̢̡̰̻̲̘̮̳̺͇̝̩͓͎̹̤̜̤̮̮̥͔͔̦̬̪̊̂̔̑̈̀͆̏́̉̈́̅͌̅͌̌̈́͒̒̚̚͜͝Ḓ̸̨̧̨̧̢̰̟͖͖̱̩͕̞̺̞̭̩̣̲̝͕̲̯͚̜̘̗͓̠͉̺̦́̅͆̏̑̽̋́̆̿̈́̋̍́̋̀̄̊̎̇͌̈́̐͐͗̀̅̿̍͒̄̊̌͛̓̇̾͌͒̐̊̾̋̂͊́̃̊͑́̒̆̌̅̽̇͐̚͜͝͝ͅ ̶̛̠̩͙̹͖̍́̈́͗̈́͂͒̑̀̔̀̊̐̈͗̂̓́͗̈̓̊̄͋̍̾͋͊̌̀̊͗͊̈̒̏̈́̓̚ ̶̢̨̧͔̣̬̦̻̠̠̗̠̲̥̙̪̩̟͉̰̻̳͕͈̅̉̔̓̀̇͌̈̏̄̽̐̐͗͒̎́̋̄͒̒̈́̉̎̄͒͗̃͆̈́̅̄͑̒̆̽̚̚̚͘̚͜ͅ ̶̡̙͍̜̖͚̖͓̥̲̪̫͕̝̥̓̇̀̑̐̔̌͗̏̓̒̑̊̀̾͠ ̵̢̨̨̨̧̢̨̨̛̳̦̮̮̰̤̬̼̖̤̥͖̤̗̜͇̖̺͍̩͕͍̟̺͚̱̙̣̠̱͈̮̗̼͈̮͖͚͈͍̱̪͙̱̦͓̖̜̣͎̼̼͊̄̀̋́̄̂͐͒͛̔̐̿̂̓̆̒̆̅͒̑̔͋̽͋̅̌̇̒̈́̽̌͐͌̇̓̿̏͌̽̽́̿̏̅͛̽̓̉̏́̇͂̆̈́̆́̀̑̋̿̓͑̕̚̕̚̚̕̕̕͘͜͜͝ͅA̸̢̡̡̡͇͍̠̠͉̭̞̗̞̳͚̬̩̥̬̯͙̪̯̭͕̪͐̄͂̔̈́͋̿̀̔̓ ̸̧̭͈̘͓̻͓̱̖͈̣͖̹̂̉̄̏̅̀́̅̚K̴̫̮̟̭͕̯̞̄͛͗͆͋͘ ̴̢̡̡̘͚̱̙͓͕̫̮̣͍̠͕͙̮̲̣̪̳͍̫̫̖͙̠͈͕̹̥̯̱̦̩̟̙͍̼͍͚̟͉̬̞̥͙̘̖̘̞̺̠̝̟͉͙̻͖̻̘̗̟͓͕̳̞̞̙̤̪̺͖̍̂̈́͂́̔͑̈́͛̿̾͑̿̎̚̕̚̕͜͝͠ͅͅͅI̵̧̛͙̜̠̦̞̪̝͔̦̤͇̎͑̏̋̌̋̔̈́̃͋̃͐̄́̋̋̒͆̋́̔͊͑͗̐͋̒̇̇͛̈́̈́̿́̀̌̊̈́̑̋͊̋́͗̿̾̏̉́͊̐͐͑̀̈́͊͌͘̚̕͘̚̚͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͠ ̵̨̡̢̧̨̧̧̨̨̢̛͇̬͎̩̻͇͉̬͓̭̟͎̤̗̙̠͖̩͚̰͎̝̥̱̫̦̼̮̝͎̻̹̪̞͎͓̠̳̻̰̲̟̟̩̘̥͎̱̱̳̻̤̮̠͔͒̓̂͆̆̊͌̈̓́̓̈́̓́̎͒̉͛̅̍̊̈̔̈́͆̄̀͊̽̒́̌̓̐̎̑́́̐̎͛́̿̃̀͒̄͒̀͑͆͆̎͒̈͐̇̑̆͌̒͊̉̄́̕͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅV̴̧̡̡̧̨̡̡̡̨̧̨̧͔̺̲̹̦̬̱̩̲͚͚͈̤̥̝̙͎̺͈͙͓̮͓̬͕͉͈̤̪̝̦̟̟̟̯̥̥̦̙̥̩̼̮͎͖̺̤̘̹̙͉͈͇̲̼̹͙̩̜̖͇̥͔͓͍̹̺̫̼̬͎͓̼̂̈́̿̀̀̇̔̿͑͗́́͗̄̽̾͗̑̈́̀̾̐̈́̓͂̾̅̽́̇̄̉̆̍͛̀̌̍̈́͋͂̽͗̽̈́̈̉̑̈̕͘̚̕͜͜͜ͅ ̵̡̪͈̪͉̗͔̘̜͍͈̠̗̭̳̙̥̰͇̰͚͙̥͔̦͖̹̘̻͈̯͈̱͔͇͍̑̋̓͐̄̓̅̈́̇̈́̎̐̈́̄͒̅̕̕͝ͅͅͅͅḮ̴̡̧̨̧̢̛͚̜̖͎͓̮̭͎̙̳̤̖̤̝͉̳̻̘͓̖̻̞̣̻̞̣̙͙̦̯͓̪͚̫̤̣̘͕͉͓̗̬̭̯͔̲̤͖͉͖͚̖̥̪̬̫̗̞̎̀͐̇̀͌̽̎̏̉̒̑͗͗̈́̈́͂̋̃̀͛̓͂̌̓̀̎̐̔̇̓̌̄͌̇̈̀̒̉̎͆̂̃͛͛͗͋̏̃͌̓̏̃́̎̽͐̕͘͘͜͠͠͠͠��̢̮̝̮͇̻̟̤͕̯͔͚̪ͅ ̶̡̨̡̢̧̡̡̧̛͎̙̩̰͈̺̳͕̦͕͈̙̞̺̲̘̠̜̼̱̱̖̜̳̺̯̥̳̳̬̫͙̹̤̤̱̦̞̗̺̰̗͓̳̹̬͓̖͓̖̠̜̟̯͎̝͍̥̖͍͍̼̻̝͍̟͎̤̹̩̠̪̍̂̈́̈́́̈́̉̀̓͒̈́̈́̓̍̽̌̆̒̈̅̅̇̃̈́̌͊͊̀͂̂͂̐̋̈́̑͂́̌̏̈́͛̊̌͌̍͌̅̀̉̆͊͘͘̚͜͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅL̵̡̨̨̟̤̤͎͎͓̠̰̞̼͈̼̗͇̯͕̪̭̗͉̲̬̟̫̯̬̠̱̻͍̞̟̜̻̜̯͚̲̱̭̥̳̼̼̰̾͛͛̿̒̀̎̽̃͐̿͋͊͘͘͜ͅͅͅ ̸̡̧̨̧̥̫̥̰͕̥̞̟͎̲̩͕̬̮̭̪̘̦̫̗̣͇̠͈̩͕̠͈͓̼̺͇̭̫̯̬͉̭̞̯͔̖̙͓̰̦͇̱͚͔̹͉̗̠͉̠̹̰͕̤̠̮̰͎̩͉̹̓̽͋̉̆̑̀̒͗̈́͛̈́͂̀̓͘͜͜

They reached forward, trying to catch it, trying to grab mind lines.

Their hand closed around the spark.

It burned through their flesh. Boiling, seething, silvery ichor flow on the floor of the holy temple. They fell, their own blood burned in their veins, and above their heads the spark tore Internal Lord's gifts to people to shreds.

They raise up, grubbing the edges of the giant chalice. Clear water surface was covered with remains of mind lines.

They lowered their hands into the water, raising a fountain of spray. They poured their strength into a ball of mind lines.

_______

Neither Kafka or Silver Wolf have time to react.

In a blink of an eye, bloodied talons sank into the ghost hand.

They start pulling away, holding their pray.

_______

The game scene changed to loading screen.

Before you could read the text on the screen, you yelped and almost dropped your phone. You felt, like someone sat your [dominant] hand on fire.

You hold it closer to your chest, trying to catch your breath.

Suddenly, the pain was gone. Carefully, like it was made out of glass, you moved your hand to your eyes.

It looked fine. You could move your fingers just fine, skin wasn't damaged and, of course, there were no burn marks.

Reluctantly, you, once again, took the phone in both hands.

You noticed, that you still were on loading screen. You finally read the text.

"Aha. The Aeon of Joy. No one can predict what this Aeon might express THEIR mirth at."

"Joy is a right of sentient beings, and Aha inspires THEIR believers to delight in the joys of life. THEY take pleasure in the sharp turns of fate."

_______

They were disoriented, and didn't pay attention to their surroundings. They were existed. They got the criminal. They were teaching the criminal a lesson.

They didn't notice sounds of laughter and jingle of the bells.

It was too late. They only noticed Aha, when Aeon grabbed them by the hair.

"What's wrong, Cole, Protector of The Minds? Aren't you having fun, dancing with Aha?" laughing mask lowered towards their face. Aeon's hand moved again, breaking their wing further. Their second wing, that was already broken, was uselessly pressed against their side. Aha moved, dragging them on the ground.

Multiple masks were circling around them. Laughing, mocking them. They snarl and tried to bite at least one, but a swift kick from Aeon forced them to close their mouth.

"Protector are stupid! Protector are mean! Protector should play with Aha, not with Spark."

Aha's mask changed. The smiling face was replaced with a furious grimace.

Another kick send them flying in the corner of the room. Before they could move, Aha made a somersault and landed on top of them.

They coughed from the impact. They croaked.

"Another rebellion? Didn't First Traitor's example teach you a lesson about crossing us, remain of an old order?"

Aha snarled. Masks moved, revealing Aeon's real face.

"Creator lied to me. Creator lied to Akivili. All of you lied to us. You are nothing, but traitors. Creator broke a promise."

They growl. They already felt, how their wounds started to heal.

"Ungrateful creatures. We saved you from the old order. We are creating the utopia. Stop resisting. Even with all of your powers combined, you won't win. You will never permanently injure me."

The smiling mask appeared again. Aha giggled.

"Injure you? I didn't want to injure you. I was keeping you busy."

Their throat felt dry.

"Busy? From doing what?"

Behind Aha's back, the remaining mind threads were cut off.

Chalice, that became useless and without powers of divine to feed it, crumble into pieces.

Aha whispered.

"From saving your precious artifact."

Aha disappeared immediately after they stopped talking.

Cole, Protector of The Minds, stayed on the floor.

They defeated the First Traitor. Creator's Hope and Hope's brat were among the casualties, but Creator secure their way to Utopia. All of them hopped, that there will never be a situation like that ever again.

The worst nightmare became a reality.

Another Rebellion have started.

________

Masks moved. A melancholic mask floated before Aha's face.

Aha, hidden from the outside world, were looking at the Astral Express. Nanook's pets were having a field trip on the station, where Astral Express was currently staying.

And, somwhere there, Akivili's hope were helping people.

"They came, Akivili. You were waiting for them for so long. And they are finally here."

Aha stopped talking, thinking about their next words.

"You would be happy to see them, Akivili. You... You will see them, right? You are still here, still somwhere, right? If I help them, your little hope, will you return?"

Aha looked up, where, they assume, Akivili's hope were.

"You will find them, right? I will help you, and you will return them, right?"

Aha looked away.

"Please. Seeing them and you will bring us joy."

Masks start moving. Aha stand up and jump.

They dissapeared, teleporting to their next destination.

_____

And on the station, Stelle, Caelus, Dan Heng, Himeko, Herta and Welt finally get their free will.

[feroluce]

I've only recently started having my own thoughts about Emanator!Sampo and I think my favorite version of this is that he is technically an Emanator, it's just that he doesn't talk about it because Aha is a dick who only blesses people that don't want it and Sampo hates it here dkjxkdkdck

Aha blessed the Mourning Actors! A whole faction of people who have specifically made it their life's mission to resist Elation! THEY made a literal worm THEIR Emanator just to see if it would be accepted into the Genius Society! And when it wasn't, Aha just as easily killed it and tossed it aside! So I feel like there is a good possibility that Aha looked down at Sampo, this little oddball who doesn't seem to even like Epsilon or a lot of the Masked Fools and was like.

Hey.

You know what would be really really funny.

And I feel like being an Emanator wouldn't even be a plus for Sampo, because of how he operates. Sampo excels at blending in; he managed to smuggle himself onto a planet

that had been isolated for 700 years,

with only one (1) single city on it,

and going even further, he snuck himself into the Underground,

where the population is even more sparse,

and STILL. Not a single accusation of him being an alien! Not even after the Astral Express lands and proves that interstellar space travel is possible! Sampo is so thoroughly ingrained into Belobog that yeah, some people admit they don't know his origins, but none of it ever comes with the question of whether he actually is a Belobog native or not. Sampo knows exactly how to blend himself into his surroundings in the most subtle way possible. And being an Emanator, something far more powerful than any normal human or Pathstrider could ever hope to be, would only throw in a massive extra variable for him. Sampo would have to be so so careful to keep a lid on his Emanator traits, to keep up the appearance of being totally normal and average at all times. It doesn't help him at all.

And this part is pure indulgence, but I love taking Aha's closeness with mortals, and THEIR tendency to take human form, and twisting it into a case of THEM using Sampo as a vessel.

I want Aha to look at Sampo the same way all of us look at Sampo. A chew toy. A plaything. Something to shove through the meat grinder. Aha thinks Sampo is hilarious and a funny, silly little guy, and THEY want to put him in Situations just to see what he does. Sampo is not a fan.

This though, this is what makes Sampo so wildly entertaining as a vessel. Because Aha knows that Sampo does not want to be a vessel, does not even want to be an Emanator, and THEY find it SO much fun to watch the mental gymnastics he has to pull to convince himself he's ok with it, this is fine actually, because he's not exactly about to tell off a literal god. He doesn't feel like getting a smiting today, please and thank you.

Because squeezing yourself into a human vessel is so different than merely adopting a human disguise, there's already a human soul in there, it's kind of a tight fit. If Sampo doesn't make room, doesn't all but dissociate right out of his own body, it could cause. Consequences.

And so, Aha always gives a warning, just to watch him squirm.

It begins with the sound of bells.

Just little ones, at first. Small, clinking little sounds that could even be considered nice. Something almost gentle, like a wind chime in a pleasant breeze on a warm day. This is the signal for the countdown.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Makes himself as small as possible within his own body.

The bells rise and multiply, tinkling wind chimes give way to sleigh bells, to shopkeepers bells, the sound of something inevitable approaching, something entering.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Dilutes himself, weaker and weaker concentrations.

The bells rise and rise, multiply and multiply, celebration and tragedy resonating in the sound of church bells, ringing bright and loud, the sounds of weddings and funerals both the same.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Becomes like smoke, like vapor. Hollows himself out.

Empty, empty, empty until he echoes, like a bell, like something with the sole purpose of being shaken and rattled around, a thing to be struck, the sounds jarring and punched out and gasping and piercing the air, the lung, the eardrum.

Sampo breathes in.

Beaten he rings, bashed in he sings.

Aha breathes out.

[falling-star-cygnus]

….what is this man’s beef with the Knights of Beauty 😭

he used the little ‘f’ fools, so ik he’s not talking about his faction.. but damn -> do you think Aha tried to recruit one once? And Sampo was sent to deliver the invitation?

or at the very least, was he sent to bring them to this tavern? i’m pretty sure all his stories are rooted in his experiences [which makes the ‘you can stay if you’re entertaining’ line extra interesting]

i wouldn’t be surprised if this ‘tavern’ was where Aha indoctrinated his Fools

[y0ninah]

Aha never looked the same.

When you meet the aeon of elation you will notice that when you look away or blink, the hair, eye color, body type or literally anything changes color or shape, sometimes both.

Elation loves to change THEIR looks, because most of the time others reactions are fun and elation is all about fun.

But, there are 2 things that are ALWAYS the same. The first one is the way Aha looks at Akivili when no one sees(but Akivili always sees that.) Full of something warm (is it the fire after THEY(again)blew something up) and the pupils are almost like heart shaped?

The second one is when elation smiles at trailblaze. The smile every time is the same. All teeth(too sharp, too bright, too something) on display. It would scare any sane being, but never Akivili (Akivili never considered THEMSELVES to be sane, but that’s not the point).

So when elation felt trailblaze disappear (Akivili where are you? Why are you leaving? Why are you leaving ME?) Aha started laughing like THEY never did. It was loud, louder than any other laugh elation let out, it lasted for a while (how long have you bean laughing? days? months? years? decades?) but, It wasn’t the only thing that was different, it sounded almost sad? Perhaps it’s impossible (Akivili always made things impossible into possible.) elation is anything but sad.

So now the 2 things that never change about Aha will never be seen on them ever again.

Aha never looked the same.

[quimichi]

BEHOLD, MY 2 FAVORITE AEONS

[spark-circuit]

My Trailblazer: nah bro you won't catch me going near the Masked Fools' Tavern. who KNOWS what kind of nefarious pranks and schemes are going on behind closed doors..... 🤨

Sampo, Sparkle, Giovanni, Aha secretly in human form, and some of the other Masked Fools: