#nihility anon

[hakusins]

Rejoice! Ruan Mei's banner will rerun along with Firefly's debut banner in 2.3!

If predictions are right, Jiaoqiu's banner would be around the latter half of 2.4 which is around near the end of August to early September so you can try to get Ruan Mei if you'd like and still be able to save for Jiaoqiu!

As for wanting to try Nihility~ you should definitely aim to get Kafka since she makes every stack of DoT go Boom

Good luck to your pulls and savings! I wish you the best!

Sincerely, Nihility Anon

YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN MY FACE WHEN I SAW THAT SHE WAS RERUNNING!!!!!! JBHRFJBEJRF

I'm honestly gonna try to roll for her, but if I lose 50/50 then thats that, i'm not gonna go ham to try and get her to come home 😭 but hopefully i'll get ruan mei this time around !!!!!! but i'm gonna stick to my motto of wives before meta. meaning if im really squeezed dry, jiaoqiu would take a priority over ruan mei JHBREBFHJERJF

I'm planning on rolling for all of the stellaron hunters eventually !!! gotta give bladie his family 🥺🥺🥺.

BUT YES thank you Nihility anon and don't forget to redeem the codes from the livestream!!!

[emeritus-fuckers]

The papas (plus sister because she needs more love) - A new ghoul gets summoned but they seem more shy and afraid, how would they react?

Papas and Sister Imperator with a shy, freshly summoned ghoul

Primo (he/him)

He knows what to do, he's seen it once before, but a long time ago.

Sometimes Ghouls just are really shy at first, and scared. Of course they are, the Ministry is a whole different world to them.

You ran straight off and hid. It took Primo a few hours searching to find you hiding in a secluded spot in the garden.

Primo left you there to get used to things and went back to his garden shed. He brewed a very special tea, he wasn't too fond of the smell but that's because it wasn't meant to appeal to him.

He went back to the your hiding place and left a cup just in reach. He smiled as you reached a clawed hand out to take it.

The next day Primo left the cup of tea so it was just out of your reach. You slowly came out to take it and caught sight of Primo.

He smiled and gestured to say it was just him, you looked back at the tea and then to Primo before settling down on the soft summer grass.

"Let me show you around?" Primo says with a kind smile. "I promise you, it will all be okay. And if it ever gets too much you can always come back here. I won't tell a soul that this is your spot and I will bring you tea whenever you need it."

You smiled and swished your tail. With Primo's steadying influence you started to slowly come out of your shell and bond with the other Ghouls.

Secondo (he/him)

You blink open your eyes as you lie on the cold stone and see the most terrifying Papa. His stern gaze and piercing stare had you running for the nearest shadow.

Secondo lets out a huffing sound and orders everyone from the room.

He sits down next to you and to your suprise his expression has softened. "I know its a big change."

You just kind of nod, still very confused by the man.

"And there is a lot to get used to. But there are a lot of exciting things here too and more importantly nice people..." Secondo seems to stop himself saying the rest of the sentence, which would have probably been 'as annoying as they all are'.

You wait for him to carry on and then he says "I will introduce you to my most trusted Ghoul and you will not shy away. In return I can promise you that they will take care of you and look after you, you have nothing to fear. Also, no one will expect you to introduce yourself or talk to them until you are ready to do so."

You nod, still scared but Secondo's gaze is so steady you just trust him, he is Papa after all, the one who summoned you.

Thankfully you settle in well and once you are more relaxed Secondo lets you see his party animal side. Which surpirses you all over again. Who knew he could be like that, eh?

Terzo (he/they)

They really count on Omega in situations like these.

While Terzo has a sort of magnetism that pulls people to him, especially when he flirts like a kindergartener (informing someone about a hole in his shoe, for example), but he also recognizes that a big, strong ghoul might help a new, shy one open up.

And Omega is very inviting unless he's pissed off. Which he never is, if Terzo's in the room. If Terzo's around, Omega is happy. It's a simple equation, really.

And Omega is also very welcoming. You end up feeling safe with their presence pretty soon.

You also end up getting adopted. it's not up for discussion.

Enjoy your new dads, I guess.

Copia (he/him)

Copia has summoned plenty of ghouls by now. He's got experience with the shy ones, too.

Although his previous originally shy ghoul (Phantom) had relatives in the Ministry already, so that was a bit easier.

This time, he's on his own with it.

He just chills in the room, leaving snacks nearby as he just sits in the corner of his room, playing something on an ancient-looking gameboy.

He's just there, not invading your space. It's a bit like with a new puppy.

Eventually, you get closer, stealing his snacks and slowly trying to look at the screen of his console.

And after that, it all goes easy. Yolu eventually get more and more comfortable with him.

You get really involved in the game, too. Copia's not allowed to finish it, watching him play is your comfort source.

Not that he minds, he fucking sucks at that game.

Old Nihil (he/him)

He is just confused, really confused why as to why you are hiding all the time. Normally when freshly summoned, Ghouls have far too much energy and want to see everything.

"Seeeestor, why is the Ghoul broken?" He asks her. She tuts and explains you are not broken just shy.

So Nihil decides to try and help.

He sits near where he knows you hide in the shadows and tells you stories of his youth.

Sometimes these stories are long and rambling and you fall asleep.

Other times they are really interesting and excitng and you find yourself coming out of the shadows to listen.

Nihil grins at you and offers to introduce you to some people he thinks you'll like.

Young Nihil (he/him)

He doesn't really think anything of it, all the Ghouls are odd and different in their own way. Which he loves, all so unique.

He'll just sit with you and offer you a drink or something stronger.

At first you think he is just doing this to help you settle in, but then you realise he has started to rely on you as much as you on him.

It's nice to hang out with him, very laid back and you two can just be yourselves. There is never any pressure to talk or anything.

When you feel a little more confident Nihil offers to teach you the saxophone. He's learning too and thought it would be fun to learn together.

He produces some, err, interesting noises from the instrument at first but he quickly gets better. Partly due to your support, you are the only person he feels comfortable enough to make mistakes in front of.

He also invites you along to parties or his shows or anythin really, but never puts pressure on you to come along. If you do agree he gives you the biggest smile and puts an arm around you showing you all the cool things. He'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get overwhelmed.

Old Sister Imperator (she/her)

As intimidating as she can be, she's also a very caring, motherly woman.

She will inform you where you are, who she is and why you're there.

All while calling you "little one", as if you're a child.

And while there's always this slightly unnerving feeling of authority she has over you, you actually like her! She's nice!

She leaves you snacks, small plushies and fidget toys so you can have some nice things that will comfort you in this new situation you've gotten yourself into.

She leaves one of her ghoulettes with you for comfort. She doesn't mind waiting. Take your time.

Young Sister Imperator (she/her)

A lot more intimidating and a lot less motherly than she is later in life, Sister Imperator wasn't the most patient in her youth.

She summoned a ghoul because she needed one now, not later.

Still, she's not cruel, she's not gonna just... abandon you. She can summon another ghoul for the matter at hand and then just... find some use for you.

She checks up on you regularly, just sitting in the room for a bit. it's almost like a break for her, honestly.

Over time, as you both become more and more comfortable with each other, she starts viewing you like a little pet.

She likes playing with your hair and tail. She's always incredibly gentle with you, too.

Perhaps she's already found your function. A companion. A little pet.

Doesn't sound so bad, does it?

~

Papas I, II and Papa Nihil written by Nyx.

Papas III, IV and Sister Imperator written by Nosferatu.

[that-guy-sleepy-miles]

is there an actual reason why Red King can’t stay awake? Or is she just kinda like that in this au?

Red Son is a demon whose resilience exceeds anything else's truly. He'll get upset, he'll get hurt, you can knock him down, left, right, and sideways, but he always, always gets back up again. He refuses to let the world best him for two full seconds—one and a half is more than enough, thank you.

But something like this gives the idea that if you actually managed to push down Red Son, he'd stay down. For a while. (Further exploration in the tags)

He's always been a rather dramatic boy, so he supposes it's just in his nature to overreact like this. They're going to get his father back, obviously, but Mother’s behavior has been too much to bear, and even moving away and settling in his own territory hasn't quelled his despair.

If conquering can't fix it, what can? God, how he wishes he could go to bed and wake up the next morning better. Sleeping it off would be so much preferable to this unending tiredness…

[gogodollie]

autistic sister imperator's special interest is sucking dick. is this anything

Pray For Me, On Your Knees

[Full fic under cut]

“On your knees, Sister.”

And with that command, she drops to the floor without a second thought, already so desperate to please.

It was like this after most shows. She’ll never admit it but the obnoxiously exaggerated act that Nihil puts on for audiences, all the bullshit about sexual charisma and stamina, the insistence that the only way to get closer to their dark lord was giving into carnal pleasure and their lowly desires- for Satan, for Papa. Whether she’s resting on the couch backstage or perched up on a barstool, the familiar thrall of his voice is enough to do her in. Anytime, anyplace, the sister is ready to jump his bones.

Which, of course, is why she’d caked on as much lipstick as possible without looking too much like a hooker when she heard the thrum of the second and, more importantly, last cover of The Kinks that wrapped the set. It doesn’t take much to find him where he’s lingering just behind the curtain, still basking in the attention and lingering reactions of the cheering crowd, too drunk to stumble their way back to the way or their cars in the lot out back. “Papa.” Even through the noise and bustle of the bar behind him, Nihil hears her soft call. He could never miss it.

“Sister,” he breathes in response before he’s even turned himself to see her but when he finally meets her gaze, he can’t help but question why he’d pay some senseless crowd any more attention over this. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, her dazy, lidded eyes that are still dusted with green eyeshadow tells him everything he needs to know without her lips parting. The antipope allows himself to be dragged through the corridor, stopping outside of the dressing room which is filled with the ghouls preparing their instruments for travel and stagehands fitting away borrowed cords and equipment. Sister is put off for a moment, he watches her face fall and brows furrow at the scene before the tensions fall in a moment of brilliance and he’s being dragged with a stronger sense of urgency than before.

Desperation breeds carelessness and the reservations that Sister may have once had about even just entering the local bar’s dingy bathrooms have escaped her in this hour of need. Pulled along after her, Nihil does what he can to cover the woman up as they burst through the doors of the men’s restroom and give both Sister and any lingering fans a sense of privacy

On your knees, Sister.

The Imperator wastes no time. Kneeling on the wrinkled leather of his dress shoes for support against the piss stained tile below them, she rubs her face against his lap and nudges the weight of her blush-stained cheek against his erection that’s all too noticeable in his painfully tight bell bottoms. The pink of her tongue flicks out and is dragged flat over the strained denim seam, need tight in her core as she begins to work him through his pants, too impatient to undress him at this point. Manicured nails dig into the meat of his thighs and he hisses at the sting of it even with the denim between them. Her eager mouth seeks patience from her own burning urges and the sister settles for kissing along the tent of his pants until she finally feels out the tip of his cock and lingers there, lips parted softly as she mouths over the mass, hungry eyes meeting her papa’s gaze while red lipstick leaves a harsh stain across the front of his pants. But, God, he can’t find it in himself to tell her to calm down when her tongue and lips are pressing so incessantly against him like this.

Nihil knows that this isn’t for him. He can be pleasured, delighted by her worship of his more… delicate places and cry his thanks into her mouth when it’s all over- that doesn’t mean she’s doing it for him. It’s an undeniable act of love and ownership, her way of reminding him that nobody out there in the crowd could ever take care of him and love him the way that she does. It’s devotion. It’s love. It’s pure desperation to have part of Papa at her mercy. She’s such a jealous thing wherever they go, her usual snide remarks in public are so tiring but he can forgive it all as long as it means he gets to experience this side of the green eyed monster caught inside of her.

His fallen angel seems to find mercy in her heart or maybe she’s growing uncomfortable with the dampness of her panties that grows cool where it’s wet her thighs. There’s a struggle to work his tight jeans down but with only a bit of pinching and discomfort, awkward wiggling of his hips and ass, Sister manages to pull out his leaking cock with a careful hand. The mindless smile that she gives is enough to do him in but when her lips finally drag along his length, Nihil’s head drops back and hits the flimsy stall door. It goes like this for some time, minutes of denying him the warmth of her mouth and insisting that she wants to take her time to really warm him up. Whatever it is, it happens to be torture. He’s got her iconic red lipstick smudged all over his dick and the crease of his thighs, the same lipstick that’s bled onto her cheek and corners of her mouth that hasn’t dropped its self-satisfied smile as she makes a mess of them without even taking him fully. It shouldn’t come as a surprise really; she’s sat through hours of clenching her thighs together while Papa prances around on stage- she’s inclined to be a little sloppy at this point in their evening.

A delicate, manicured hand slips up beneath his thighs from where they’d once bit the flesh there and she sweetly cradles the weight of his balls, rubs a painted thumb along the line of the skin there. The needy sigh she hears from above, a choked moan that he holds back as if anyone would bother interrupting them like this anyways, is a welcome distraction while she busies herself lapping at the underside of his sensitive tip and moves up every now and them to clean up the pre-cum that beads there. 

But finally, finally, she grabs him with a steady hand and Nihil is finally welcomed with the warmth of her inviting mouth and tongue. 

Sister Imperator hates when he grabs her hair, hates when he even considers touching it when she’s busy like this. With the way her pin straight hair goes flat with the simple exertion of having sex, she doesn’t need his reckless hands pawing at her latest trendy updo or recreation of whatever Vogue clipping she had carried with her to the salon. At some point in their marriage there had been a short, heated argument about the high and recurring costs of Sister’s little salon trips when Nihil had a particularly bad day and happened to see his latest credit card statement. This of course was resolved by the brilliant idea that he could help her do whatever she needed at home- four hands surely was enough, right? Hours of tears, hand cramps, and inhaling an amount of Aqua Net that he was sure wasn’t doing anything good for his already existing asthma, Nihil would come to the conclusion that Imperator, in fact, wasn’t paying her hair stylists enough. Naturally, the bi-weekly charges from the salon downtown would resume on his statements and he couldn’t be more thankful for it. 

Nihil is about as polite as he can be with Sister’s mouth hugging his cock. He tries and awkwardly fails to keep his hands at his sides and then when that becomes too much of a struggle, he folds them behind his back and keeps a palm against the door to stay balanced. But Sister chokes on a sweet noise around his dick and the sudden vibration is enough to have him folding over and dropping the once respectful hand to the back of her neck- he can’t help it! Accidents happen, he tries to assure himself while he thumbs that sweat that has gathered at the line of her hair, it wouldn’t hurt just this once… And suddenly his fingers are tangling in the back of her just recently done beehive, and earning him a particularly heated glare. “I’m sorry baby,” he pants out but she doesn’t believe it- he doesn’t either. 

The sister will usually make a fuss when they get down to it. Complain about whatever she possibly can in the bedroom until she has her way, which happens to be exactly what Nihil would have given it to her anyways. He thinks it’s a power check. She knows it’s because nothing gets her wetter than her papa obeying her every demand. Either way, he appreciates their regular back and forth most days. When her sweet lips are pouted so nicely around his stiff cock, however, all he cares about hearing is the sound of her gagging and the slick noises of him using her throat. They have their system and until he feels a rapid double tap against his thigh to signify that she’s had enough, he’ll do as he pleases.

Imperator struggles for breath as he rocks into the inviting heat of her mouth, dragging her back and forth by the air while he uses her to take care of himself. She wants to say it annoys her endlessly, being treated like a sex toy or some cheap novelty blow up doll. But the wetness she feels between her thighs when her hand drops from where it was once cupping Nihil’s sack speaks for itself. For a moment she grinds the palm of her first against her clit but it’s nothing through the thick layers of her dress and slip, her need is caught in a peach pit in her stomach and it only makes her more pathetic. Hours of this, of sitting at the bar dripping through her panties just at the thought of being with Papa and here she is now, still throbbing and Nihil hasn’t even offered her a hand yet.

Ever the romantic, Nihil can’t stop thinking about how pretty she looks like this- green eyes welling with tears while she tries to keep up with his thrusting, lipstick and eyeshadow running down her face in clumps as he uses her. His head spins when his tip hits the back of her throat and her lips tighten around him in an effort to not cough, looks up at him with wet eyes to try and glare but she’s such a mess that it looks more pitiful than frightening. She’s so good, so eager to please her Papa, such a pretty plaything when she wants to play nice and he loves every minute with his most loyal devotee. He truly could not ever ask more of their dark lord so long as his Sister Imperator was at his side always.

When his movements grow erratic and he’s lost all rhythm, body working off of the last bit of adrenaline from the show as he chases his own pleasure, the woman knows it’s time to smack his hand from where it’s resting in her hair and take the reins. Finally giving herself a chance to breathe, she pulls away and works at the ache that’s tight in her jaw from her husband’s carelessness and figures that she may as well make him pay for his lack of patience. She starts back from the beginning, firm hand wrapped nicely around the base of his dick and she presses sloppy kisses along the length of his throbbing cock that gives the occasional twitch in her hand. Tongue flicks out the lap up the pre-cum drooling from his dick and wraps her lips around the tip, the muscle of her tongue keeping pressure against the underside while the inside of her upper lip is wet against him. 

Now, it’s Nihil’s turn to be pathetic. “More,” he rasps, chest heaving for air, “I need you. I need your help. I can’t-” He’s a desperate thing and it’s all because of her, the way she spoils him when she’s in the mood and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Of course she complies, she could never leave Papa in need as much as she may think she would like to. Lipstick stained lips spread over his weeping head and he pushes into her mouth with an audible pop that leaves the room spinning around Nihil where he struggles to stand upright. At this point, she doesn’t need to deal with the stress of taking him in all the way- he’d done the hard work himself. Now she only needs to keep her mouth steady around his tip, knows the quick repetition is enough to do him in when he’s like this and her tongue lathing over his glans is just what he needs. And, as always, she’s right.

Nihil’s leg involuntarily jerks and his face screws up when it finally hits him, noticeably shaking. His mouth drops open all stupid like and he lets out a half whine, half groan while Sister’s mouth remains on him as he cums, ropes of white spilling onto her tongue that she’s lathing over him still and feels it in the back of her throat. He goes slack after some time and Sister pulls off knowing it takes him a bit to come down from this, that after certain play sessions it can take minutes for him to finally snap out of it and pull her closer once more. 

It takes a moment of labored breathing before he can snap out of that post orgasmic shock but he suddenly finds the strength to practically drag Sister Imperator up from her knees to meet her in a kiss. Bruising and needy and oh-so-thankful, he laps the thick of his own cum from her mouth with nothing but love fogging his brain. He finally deems her mouth clean enough and falls back on gently kissing her face all over, soft and sweet while she relaxes her head in the warmth of her open palm and finally finds her breath. 

Their night is just beginning- they have the entire car ride home to work themselves up again. For now, though, they can simply find comfort in one another while they cool down in this dingy bathroom and try not to laugh when they can finally hear the snide remarks of patrons stumbling in on the obvious scene below the exposed stall.

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

I feel like you might enjoy this thought. Thinking about the Abbey having paper thin walls and Copia lying awake at night listening to Sister and Nihil going crazy nextdoor or upstairs rawdogging. His pulse is racing as he slips his hand into his trousers.

This is nastyyyyyy. Copia jacking it to his ghosty parents having freaky ghost sex...?!

Go on 👀

[omoghouls]

have you ever maybe considered writing imperator/nihil piss but with imperator being the one wetting herself? maybe it’s just my dyke heart but i think she deserves in on the fun too and (also latex and piss makes a pretty interesting combo to keep it so real). nihil keeps his head between her thighs and eating her for hours and the line between squirt and piss becomes Very thin when she’s melting into the bed and can’t stop her legs from shaking

S L A Y. LET IMPERATOR PISS 2K24/25

Leather is honestly the neatest fabric one could piss in imo😎

Girly is basking in the after glow of the Nihil treatment (aka; they just had an incredible turn out for a gig and both of them got so hot & bothered all they could think about is fucking. Sister has a moment clarity when they pass the washrooms on their way out but then Nihil purrs in her ear and that thought instantly goes out the window-)

Then she's like "Awe fuck I pissed all over him, he's going to think it's gross and-" but she looks between her legs and just sees Nihil kneeling there, corpse paint smeared, strands of that whack-ass hair of his clinging to his face from becoming drenched.

And he just licks his lips, looking up at Sister with pure admiration and love as he murmurs how wonderful it is to have the privilege of taking in these parts of her (or something equally mushy bc/ lbr, Nihil would equate Imperator's piss as some of the Olde one's divine drink)

But also- something something the two of them are in some meeting for record lables or funding for the church and she has to piss but cannot leave because she's the one who pull the ropes (Nihil ily but you are just the pretty face/boytoy in comparison to Imperator in those moments) and Nihil can see her squirming so he just, slips under the desk, pretending to have dropped his ring or smth and taps on Sister's legs, a silent request- either him balancing a bottle for her to pee in or you know, using that mouth of his 😌

[mercurysketches]

Some questions about the cardinal

How old is he

Does he have sibling

Does he get along with the ghouls

oh shid another anon hi um-

he’s a 41 year old only child, and it shows.

how are you at each other’s throats arguing one minute, then the next just enjoying tea like nothing happened???

ah, you do not have brothers, eh?

as for the ghouls-

he interacts most with Copia’s ghouls, and is closest to Aether. Copia, Callisto, and Aether all kind of have a Thing. his interactions with Dew and Swiss are mostly making sure they don’t burn or break anything. or themselves. the newly summoned ghouls Phantom and Aurora kind of follow them around like curious ducklings, especially Aurora. during this last tour, Callisto hung back at the ministry with Aether and Sunshine to keep things going in Copia’s absence (and to clean up after Nihil’s phantasm. they’re also not sure why or how). And hanging out with Terzo meant third wheeling with them and Omega quite a bit. Primo’s and Secondo’s ghouls only ever spoke to him when spoken to, mostly keeping to their duties.

[ardate]

Your top 3 songs of this year?

Those are always so difficult but, nonetheless. Here's three songs I discovered this year that throttled me (/pos). We're going crescendo, starting off strong and ending with my most favoritest of this year.

Greta Van Fleet - Stardust Chords A friend has bestowed upon me the grand gift of the discovery of Greta Van Fleet via their album The Battle at Garden's Gate. It is, undoubtedly, an album that works extremely well as a unit, and its power is such that it convinced even my friends who aren't into listening to full albums that this one was worth the trouble. Musically, there is a lot of inspirations from classic rock of the 70s, obvious to those well acquainted with that genre, but of course much modernized to end up with an incredibly clean and refined sonority in the end that truly elevates it to new heights. Stardust Chords is for me one of the brightest highlights of this incredible piece of art, with those soaring vocals that grip your bones and send you ascending with them. -

Këkht Aräkh - Wanderer Is there any surprise? The ukrainian songwriter shook everyone with his sudden inclusion of rap-like diction and rhythm within his new song, clearly apparent in his music video that mixes classic rap moves within traditional BM aesthetic - and all of it, song and video, enshrined within his usual romantic melancholy as he sings about love and loneliness, as always. And it is masterful, and deeply moving. -

Les Chants de Nihil - Clarté de la Pluie Of course, I already rambled about this one in past posts: this is my absolute favourite discovery of this year. I had explored their discography in the past ('Là où nous étions les rois' being my fav song of theirs for a bunch of years now), but somehow had never taken the time to check out that particular album, and. What a punch in the chest. This album (namely, La Liberté Guidant le Fer) is a unique masterpiece that works at its best as a Whole, but still, I cherrypick this specific song because it carries itself strongly on its own. It sweeps you into the wet streets of an unknown city, under pouring rain - and as the singer, overtaken with old age, screams about his upcoming end and his willingness to meet it in peace, you're left with your heart bleeding through your chest.

BONUS (More like I originally wrote this one for the first of the list and then remembered about Greta Van Fleet but didn't want to delete all my good writing talking about this cool band so i'm giving it to you here):

Hypno5e - Acid Mist Tomorrow Discovered this band in february of this year with the release of their newest album, Sheol, but if I had to share one song it'd be this one - Acid Mist Tomorrow, introduction to the album of the same name from 2011. It's also an excellent introduction to the band as a whole, I believe, because of its concentration of their signature sounds - the sudden, brutal, heavy metal phases, intercut with soft and tender light guitar adorned with voice samples, only for it to start and stop and start again, like a pulsating energy. If you're not shy in the face of experimental sounds, you might appreciate Hypno5e's grandiose and complex artistry.

[zombiequeenblog]

That little fic Sister Imperators POV from SADGLO hits a bit harder after the movie :(

You're so right! Ugh, I didn't know what was going to happen. 😭

Sister still has a long life left ahead of her in the SadGlo universe, I promise! I love her and I won't let her go. Nihil neither, lol.

Like A Mother (300 words)

[hakusins]

Ah, I see 🤔 For the supports I have though, I only ever use Fu Xuan and Aventurine (I personally recommend Fu Xuan more since she can tank dmg for the entire team and self heal. Aventurine's a good one for Follow-up attackers but can work well with counter units like Clara and March 7th too)

But with your current roster, at least you can make comps that can include Lynx, Gepard, Bailu and even Natasha. Bronya is especially good since she can be used for either Jing Yuan or Boothill (maybe even both if you have her E1).

If you're willing to pull, maybe try pulling for Ruan Mei again when her banner does a rerun soon 🤔

I have high hopes for Jiaoqiu! He looks to be a mischievous, sly guy that is actually helpful lol I can't wait to see how his moves are. He'll finally make me be able to have 2 Nihility teams for MoC and PF!!!

I hope for the best in all your future pulls! May you be blessed by support units and hot men 😌��

Sincerely, Nihility Anon

i do want fu xuan because she is a rlly good sustain for bladie!! but every time she comes its always with another banner that i want or before a banner that i want to roll on. BJHREBJFJHBREF BUT THANK U, yes I have bronya E1 and her sig lc, because she's my only support, i use her for most of my teams. though when i get into MoC, the other team usually uses hanya as a support!

and i'm definitely thinking of getting ruan mei! since i want my boothill to do big boom boom dmg (and she didn't come home the first time around uweh), but i found that i need sparkle a lot more because i use jing yuan a lot more often. hopefully though if ruan mei reruns and there's no other units i want, then i'll think of picking her up! but so far she's only second to sparkle because of harmony trailblazer.

BUT YEEE!!! I rlly hope so as well, it sucks if a pretty face like that is wasted on a bad kit. i actually haven't tried a purely DoT team before since i never tried for kafka or black swan, but i have been thinking of picking up one of them eventually! now with jiaoqiu i have a reason to do so hehe

I HOPE SO AS WELL!! please come by again !!!! i'd love to talk about gacha stuff with you, especially hsr !!!! 🥺🥺 !!! may you experience good luck in all of your gacha games as well!!

[emeritus-fuckers]

may i request uhhh.....the papas reacting to their s/o teasing them in public?

Papas with s/o who teases in public

You knew what you were doing when you wore those stupidly small shorts and tank top with his jacket over your shoulders, half pulled down and showing off your chest.

And you made sure to press real close to him when you sat down for the dinner, placing a hand on his thigh.

Primo

At first, he just thinks you're being touchy, and smiles softly and holding your hand on his thigh.

But then you start to slide your hand up, and he softly asks what you're doing, turning to you with a adorably confused look.

And when you cup your hand over his dick, gently rubbing at him through his robes?

He's growling into your ear, warning you to not play with fire.

And of course, you jump headfirst into it. Continuing to palm and practically jack him off under the table.

But primo is a patient man.

He can wait until you two are back home, then throw his robes off and bend you over the nearest surface and slam in over and over until you're nice and mindless.

Secondo

Unlike primo, he is not a patient man.

You will be dragged to the bathroom and fucked against the wall, hand on the back of his head and keeping your head shoved against the wall and a hand cupped over your mouth as he rudely pounds in.

Will not stop until he has came twice and you've learned your lesson. Then clean you up best he can and take you back to the Ministry.

If you're still being a brat, he will fetch the paddles.

If not, he draws you a bath and scrubs you down, so you can both go lay in bed.

Terzo

He is patient.. to an extent.

He will tease you back. Only tenfold.

If you have a dick, he will purr and whimper of how much he need's you to fill him up, how much he needs you to shove him down and fuck him stupid.

If you have a cunt, he will growl and beg for you to slam down onto him, begging for you to ride him stupid, pleading and kissing your neck.

If you manage to not fuck him in the bathroom, and manage to get back to the bed?

Don't expect to walk.

Copia

Oh this poor baby.

It won't take much to get him to cum in his pants

He also has to bite down on your shoulder to stay quiet, because this boy does not know how to muffle his moans, He will scream with each orgasm.

He will not last to the bedroom before cumming at least once, but when you two are back at the ministry? He will begging for your cock or cunt, sobbing about how much he needs you.

Will need a bath afterwards.

Old Nihil

He's been staring at you the entire time with a happy dreamy look on his face.

Then you place your hand on his thigh and he just grins even more. He was happy enough just to be in your company, but this... this is even better.

As your hand slides up his thigh he raises an eyebrow with a little chuckle. It takes him back to his youth.

He cannot believe his luck when you continue and he rests his head back with a contented smile.

He is too old to even care it's in public so he'll let you take it as far as you want to.

When you get back to the Ministry he'll wrap his arm around your waist and take you straight to bed a glint in his eye.

Young Nihil

Brave idea with this one. He knew exactly what you were up to the moment he saw what you were wearing.

Of course he immediately starts playing his own little game. His shirt buttons are undone lower than usual as he fixes you with his charismatic gaze. it's enough to make anyone melt on the spot, but you hold your nerve and just smile.

You put your hand on his thigh and Nihil gives you the most lascivious smile you've ever seen.

Eventually your hand reaches it's destination as you rub him through his jeans. Nihil lets out a soft moan, then some louder ones, people start to notice. "What's wrong babe?" he says with an innocent smile. He's calling your bluff, "too public?" For all his bravado, you can feel how hard he is, you have him.

His hand now rests on your thigh and he traces gentle circles with his fingers, higher and higher until it's too late, you as much under his spell as he is yours.

You both get up at the exact same time. He takes your hand and hastily leads you out of the room, enjoying the shocked expression on peoples faces. Then up some stairs and out onto the roof, it's a beautiful warm night and there you fuck under the stars.

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Papas I-IV Written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa Nihil Written by Nyx

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[ministry-therapist]

I have a crush on one of the Papas. Should i confess to him?

Which papa? It depends on which one we're talking about. Cause if you do the wrong thing for the wrong one he'll either die or @ask-sister-imperator will chase you with a shoe. You don't want the shoe trust me I've seen it, she's stronger than you think.

- Therapist

[gogodollie]

All I'm saying is that coffin is resealable and kept in Imperator's hotel room on tours.

i just. ugh. i think sister would be suuuuper hesitant about it. it’s a lingering thought in her mind but ugh she’s not a dog and she can handle celibacy and her and nihil are still working out the ghost sex thing which is still a struggle considering his hands fucking go through everything but it’s fine everything is fine. she’s offering to handle the body on tours since copia is still tweaking out over death and can’t handle being around it for long- besides, this way she can ensure everything is done properly. she’s not the abbey mortician but with resurrecting the ghouls and such, she knows a thing or two about handling corpses. and you know she’s not doing anything wrong per say.

she’ll spend a bit too much time around it, hold her hand against his too-cool cheek and let it linger and maybe her eyes are raking over the body of her ex lover but whatever. whatever. but i mean nihil isn’t a ghost and he’s around her always and you know maybe when he’s just resting in his body. and sister might not act on her own on this, she’s a deviant but this feels even a little much for her- so nihil has to bully her into it. she’s wrapping up backstage and ensuring everything is in place for their early departure the next morning, the coffin a looming presence as sister goes on about the show and copia’s progress to nihil who watches her move around. once it’s all in place and she’s settled down on one of the folding chairs for a breather, nihil catches her looking at his body. and nihil starts to push her. asks her what’s on her mind when he already knows, shaking his head when she spouts off some lie about how she’s working out the schedule for tomorrow which she already figured out weeks ago. tells her that it’d be like taking sacrament, that it’s even her right as mother of the church and more importantly, his right as his lover in life- should that not extend to death? he’s assuring her that he would do the same for her, that it’s just an act of love and she deserves a chance to have a physical part of him after everything, that he knows how badly she wants it.

and that’s all she needed to hear. she’s still hesitant but drags her chair over to the table where the glass case has been rested on and uses it as a stool to lift herself inside the open space, the lid having been carefully placed against the wall. straddles the lap of nihil’s body while his ghost stands at her side with arms folded just watching, waiting. she doesn’t bother to undress, just pulls her skirt up in a bunch around her waist and starts the work of rocking against his cold figure. nihil’s doing all her can to work her up, has his hand pressed through and lingering around the nerve of her clit and feeling around her cervix and uterus and sort of just blindly feeling and stretching his hand until he gets a reaction, helps her along until she’s a sopping mess and soaking the fabric of his chasuble.

and the next morning she can deal with the panic of washing his face with a wet rag and getting off all the red stains she left behind in the heat of the moment, haphazardly applying a layer of fresh paints to try and cover it up and pretend it had been scuffed during the performance.

[finisnihil]

Little reminder : It was in Aventurine plan that Dr. Ratio betray him. He always knew that he will betray him, Aventurine never trust in Dr. Ratio, or he trusted him to betray him.

Hi there was no need for the reminder I am capable of critical thinking and I can understand the complexities of characters, dynamics, and motivations. Ratio betraying him being part of the plan is something I am well aware of.

That being said I can dislike Ratio personally and still acknowledge his value as a character. I do like his dynamic with Aventurine and when I made that one post expressing my dislike of him it was before the reveal that he was in on it so obviously at that time I didn't have the full picture but regardless be rest assured I'm capable of understanding the narrative thanks

Normally I would ignore this ask but let this be here for all the Ratio fans who don't understand that my not liking him on a personal level and making a joke with at the time limited context doesn't mean i'm gonna demonize him for something that was part of the plan now that I finished the quest. Y'all can put down your pitchforks it's okay.

[insomnia-goblin]

Feeling in a mood where i want to share dark/self deprecating jokes to someone, rant about politics, and laugh in nihilism.

[seyaryminamoto]

Would Ozai have had enough darkness in his soul to control the bloodlust spear. At face value I decided he's the worst kind of person to find it. But chapters like the latest give me doubts that he has the right kind of evil in him to control it. He is very much a bad man who's ordered terrible things be done, but there's still a tiny speck of goodness deep down in that man's pitiful soul. Maybe the worst possible person to carry the spear was the evil guy who actually found it and not Ozai.

Hmmmmmm... frankly, I would say Ozai isn't on Rhone's level of corruption, which really isn't a compliment for him.

Let's just say... Rhone embraced his own darkness in ways Ozai hasn't. Strange as it might sound to say this, Ozai is deeply immature, incapable of reflecting on his own mistakes in the ways Rhone could reflect on his own and simply keep going because understanding the gravity and darkness of his choices just didn't stop or faze him. As far as he was concerned, none of it mattered. Meanwhile, Ozai really doesn't understand his mistakes in that way, at least, not where we are now. And once he does understand them better and reflects on them... he will shockingly be able to regret some of those mistakes, and not simply because he's at a disadvantage by his own making.

It's complicated to determine if Ozai still has anything genuinely good inside him, but as I've always said, my take on him is that he's a dark mirror to Zuko. Where Zuko learns to make better decisions, Ozai does not. When faced by similar crossroads, Zuko might not always make the right decisions... but in contrast, Ozai constantly, persistently makes the wrong ones. So, much as Zuko has the potential to become a darker, worse person, Ozai has the potential to NOT go as dark and yet he often makes the choices to avoid being a decent human being :'D he's a lot more complex than even I anticipated, which means he also has been more infuriating than I ever thought he'd be xD but everything seems to go back to the messed up upbringing he endured at Azulon's hands. I was thinking about it just yesterday but the reeeeally messed up dynamics of that family practically have made it so the biggest villain in Gladiator is... Azulon. Who's already dead. Which means you can't really defeat him since he's already been defeated...

And yet, because Azulon's shadow still grips Ozai so strongly, no matter if he's dead (because Ozai is basically trailing on Azulon's footsteps and furthering the man's campaigns anyway), Azulon's legacy is still thriving in Ozai, no matter if Ozai hated his father enough to want him dead. The generational chaos in this family is soooo messed up... and that's why part of the story is about ensuring Zuko DOESN'T end up following Ozai's footsteps without his awareness, the same way Ozai has with Azulon.

... And I got completely sidetracked rambling there, but my point is basically that Ozai has many complications going on inside him, such as a profound lack of self-awareness and enough regrets to his name, which are constantly piling on and on, that I really don't think he could be a more dangerous wielder of the Bloodlust Spear than Rhone. Rhone, actually, is the most powerful person to wield it because his darkness basically kept the Spear in a subservient position. He never lowered his guard with the Spear, so even when the Spear was tempted to turn on him when he was bleeding heavily, Rhone still managed to keep it at bay by sheer willpower. Ozai... as much as I don't want to undersell him as a villain and whatnot, really wouldn't be able to do that.

All in all, it's difficult to judge who would be the worst person to hold the spear. Rhone is almost the best person for it, in a sense, because he's the only one whose mind was dark enough that it wouldn't be overcome by the Spear. Problem is, of course, that he was a terribly amoral person, so his ability to tame the Spear is relatively meaningless considering what he'd use it for...

That being said, I'll go out of my way to say that the worst person altogether who could have wielded the Spear is actually General Shaofeng :'D he's not on a superior level of acceptance of being a fucked up individual like Rhone is, no... but he's proudly fucked up, proudly self-serving, and he wouldn't shed a single tear if he massacred half the Fire Nation by mistake if the Spear takes control of him, of course, as long as it doesn't choose to kill him too. Murdering heaps of people wouldn't mean anything to him, even if it's his own nation. All he really wants is power, and if he could have used the Spear to obtain that power (such as by slaughtering those who held the power he wants, or controlling everyone through fear of the legendary weapon), he wouldn't have hesitated to do it. He would have been more destructive than Rhone, he would have been more amoral than Rhone, the Spear would have absolutely controlled him as it pleased... he's really about the last kind of person anyone would want to see wielding the Bloodlust Spear.