IM BACKKKK😇😇😇😇 thinking about phantom/aeon again WEHEHEHE....

a few things:

this boy gets pussy drunk i swear. he could eat someone out for hourssss and when you pull his face up he's all woozy and doe eyed and he'll whine to be let go so he can continue

subtop 5ever😇😇 just imagining him desperately fucking up into someone- "please, please, let me cum inside you, i need it, i can't hold it-" GAHHHH

peepee boy. that's all i'll say on the matter

SUCHHHH A LITTLE VOYEUR FREAK!!!! do NOT zerk off around this man because HE WILL WATCH!!!! probably a bit of an exhibitionist too.... waltzing around like normal with a plug in his ass, rutting against a pillow while everyone watches a movie together....

he is just so sensitive and curious and it is so so caute❤️ i love him

THATS ALLLL😇😇😇😇 JESUS BLESS

Oh Aeon. What a devoted little freak, we love him. Don't think about Aeon, on the floor between Cirrus' legs. Face turned up. Tongue pressed deep into her folds. Curling around her clit. Purring as he does it. Savoring every second she allows him to taste her. And if she tosses her leg over his shoulder, he'll brace a hand against her back, hold her steady, lap even deeper. For as long as she wants. And when she's had her fill he'll whine for more. Even as she pulls him away by the horns, mouth slick and swollen, eyes hazy and gone. And don't think about Rain riding him. Aeon thrusting up to meet each thrust. Trying to drive as deep as he can. Starting out grunting and groaning, ending up whimpering and begging to cum. Begging to breed. And it really depends on Rain's mood whether or not he's going to head Aeon's pleas. And we're not going to talk about the amount of time he's found Swiss' door cracked up--just a little. Just enough for Aeon to peak through. To see Swiss splayed out naked on his bed--on display, hand working his cock until he cums, messy, all over his own stomach. Or how Aeon leaves his door open too, just enough to catch a glimpse. To hear the muffled sound of his voice as he touches himself. Also, half othe pillows on the common room couch have cumstains on them now and it's (mostly) Aeon's fault.

Galacta Knight lore

marking red

NOTHING could get me over this scene

WHAT NIGHT. LET ME SEE

Day 7: Headcanon

Occasionally (when he had the time) Aeon would escape to the gardens for a bit to destress from all that was happening. His favorite flower is the Gladiolus.

So I spoke somewhat about my thoughts on Emanator Sampo here, but I never really thought of it from a design point of view or what kind of powers he would have until just recently. But I actually kind of love leaning into it from a "stage hand" perspective?

Because like. Aha's body in THEIR official art is completely black, giving attention to all the fun brightly colored things around THEM. And that's so fitting for Sampo! He usually prefers to be a side character. He likes to act from the shadows. His is a much more subtle hand.

So I wonder if as an Emanator, a lot of his clothes are actually very dark? Not necessarily plain, still extravagant and needlessly detailed in things like cut and quality with lots of different fabrics and textures and ornamentation, but dark. Or maybe even his skin itself becomes blackened further down his body; his hands in particular are dark, as a sort of sleight of hand reference.

The motif of a lot of straps wrapped around him like in his canon design is still present, but they're all loose and flowing off of him like paper streamers now instead of restraining him or holding him together. He is no longer contained! Or maybe they're still a bit more rigid/heavy, but just draped more like red stage curtains!

And this is like. Fully self-indulgent, but I love inhuman designs, and there's nothing in canon to say I can't do this, so screw it! Go for broke!! Maybe it's not visible to normal people, but Sampo having a second set of arms would be really cool, as further sleight of hand reference. One set is almost normal looking, but his hands are a bright, attention-drawing white, and the other is dark, set almost in the shadows of the first arms, to act less noticeably.

He also has something of a broken heart design to him in canon (the front of his black shirt with its jagged shape down the middle; his coat looks like a full heart shape in the back), and I actually like him keeping that element as an Emanator, because I think it suits him. Sampo says his taste in aesthetics and views on Elation involve human dignity,

and the story he helps create in Belobog involves the long and winding road of resistance and survival and eventual triumph in the face of some very adverse, oppressing odds. (I'm pretty sure I heard he once called Wildfire "artless" though, plus the man acts like he thinks Shame is some kind of dessert, so like ndkdjzjskkd) But the point being!!

I think Sampo is someone who can appreciate heartbreak and angst and tragedy in a story, because it makes the victory at the end all the sweeter. And this would be another thing he shares with Aha, because I think THEY did bless the Mourning Actors partly just to be a little shit, but also because Aha does recognize tragedy as part of THEIR Path, too, and you can see it in some of the game. So a broken heart motif can still suit him, and I like him having elements of both comedy and tragedy. Like his clothing having a happy sun/sad moon (like the moon in Aha's art) or him having both of the traditional comedy/tragedy masks in his design.

And as Emanator, Sampo can maybe play with the stage settings environment, too. Like lights sometimes behave strangely around him, appearing blindingly bright to someone or dramatically dark. Sampo wills it and suddenly there seems to be a metaphorical spotlight right where he wants everyone to look. And when he doesn't want to be noticed, his face seems to be cast in shadow, he seemingly just fades into the background, no one notices or recognizes him and he sneaks away easily. He can create smoke or fog literally out of thin air without his bombs now, too, the air will just suddenly thicken until his stage is obscured, and Sampo can set the scene as he pleases or disappear without a trace.

And in line with being a stage hand, Sampo can direct attention like no other. He was already extremely good at this as a normal mortal, and becoming an Emanator only took it up to 11, past human limits. Sampo points, and all present feel compelled to follow his fingertip. He looks away, and they all follow his gaze. He can even affect the mood of an audience; he can influence everyone to be calm and placid or he can whip them into a feverish frenzy. Sometimes a crowd will start to become unsettled, agitation stirring until it boils over, until it incites a full on violent mob.

And in the middle of all that chaos will stand one perfectly calm figure, face cast in shadow, until they quietly slip away out of sight.

He just- he spider Jack

Comet!!!! I am having ♡thots♡ and i love your work so much i can't imagine who else to share them with. Ok, ok. Picture this:

The new bug gets a proper, ghoul style welcome to the pack now he has had a chance to bond with each of them individually and by that i mean they just make a total mess of him you know? (In an enthusiastically consentual way ofc) i'm talking tears, cum, piss, shame, praise, slick, bites,knots. Basically everyone really goes all in on the new bug. The cuddle pile after would be the most sticky place on earth though i know it💀

I thought, hard, about writing this into an actual fic(let). But there is no way I can write this without it being like 10k words. SO....here, have some THOTS. Under the cut, brief mentions of watersports, and also a tiny bit of blood. Mostly stream-of-consciousness thoughts about Aeon getting his shit wrecked by 9 other ghouls.

Aeon's individual nights with the ghouls have all gone really well. There's an astounding amount of communication in this pack. And they take care of him, and he takes care of them, and it's been lovely. But taking everyone at once is another thing entirely. It's all laid out first, talked about hard limits and what they'd all like to do to him. He knows what's coming. But that doesn't mean he isn't surprised when Rain digs the toe of his boot into his bladder while Aeon's sucking him off. He chokes. Rain holds him in place. Dew laughs at him, mouth right against his ear. Calls him pathetic. Shame burns hot between his shoulder blades, and the urge to piss himself follows and Aeon's cock kicks against his stomach. And Swiss runs his hand over the aching head. "Look, he likes it." It isn't all mean, obviously. Mountain, Cumulus, Aether, and Aurora are soft with him. Pressing praises into his skin as they work him over. Telling him how good he is. He sobs from that praise. He learns a lot about them like this. Learns that Rain, as mean as he is, softens when he checks in. But Dew, Swiss, and Cirrus do not. Knowing how to make sure he's green while still calling him a slut seems to be a particular talent of theirs. He learns that Sunshine jumps back and forth, laughing at how quickly he comes when he's called a good boy. And then carding her hands through his hair, and whispering genuine compliments and praises into his ear as she works her cock inside of him. It's a lot. All of them like this. The press of so many bodies up against his, inside of his, all around him. He is oversenstive almost immediately. Sobbing from it. Cock aching, wet, body twitching with every brush of fingers over his balls, his dick, his stomach. But he begs for more anyway, wants it. Leans into that ache, finds that it's good. Finds that he loves the look on Rain's face when he really does piss himself. That he loves the way Swiss calls him names, still fond, and the way Dew sneers at him, like everything he's done is wrong, even as he's shoving his cock down Aeon's throat. He loves the way Cumulus pulls him back, to lean against her body as Cirrus works a strap into him. Her hands are so soft when they wrap around his cock, both of them, even though he isn't big enough to warrant it. Despite the burn of overstimulation it feels like a break, like relief, until it all shifts and his face is being shoved between Aurora's thighs and Cirrus is fucking him hard enough that he feels each thrust in his bones. They take him down to studs. Then, when he's done, spent, covered in cum and piss, and sweat, and a little blood from Mountain's overzealous teeth, they rebuild him. He's cleaned, re-dressed, and then cocooned between them all. Face squished up against Aether's chest. Head resting on Sunshine's thigh. Aurora cemented to his back--held there by Mountain's long arms. Rain between his legs, head on his stomach. They're all touching him somehow. A hand, a tail curled around his leg. Something. A constant reminder of where he is, of who he's with. And how much they all love him already.

How boopable are the aeons??

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Xipe (Harmony) – very boopable, u get to boop them 3 times, one for each head!! Triple boop!!!

Yaoshi (Abundance) – also boopable, ask for permission to boop and you shall receive!! You also cannot escape being booped back, those 6 arms are there for a reason.

Nanook (Destruction)–booping them is technically possible. The consequences are for u to discover if you're brave enough ((the author thinks it's totally worth it))

Lan (Hunt) – we're going into questionable territory. They wear a helmet/mask, but do they actually have a face?? They have a diamond-like shape on their helmet, the center of that could count as a nose probably. Might hunt you down to revenge boop back.

Fuli (Remembrance) – their possession of a face is questionable too. Regardless, this boop will go down in history.

Aha (Elation) – literally 80% of their head is missing. They will probably find your attempts amusing af and might boop you instead. Or pull one of their countless pranks.

Nous (Erudition) – is a computer that looks like the amalgamation of Wheatley and the villain from Wall-E. Why.

Qlipoth (Preservation) – while I don't think they would be opposed to the idea of being booped, their face appears to be a scorching hot star. Since they are an Aeon of preservation maybe they can figure out a way for you to boop them without any major injuries, but proceed at your own risk.

IX (Nihility) – look, I understand. I want to boop them too. But they are quite literally a black hole.

yknow. i wonder if yanqing is "divine" in some way. i don't think he's halorian (despite the divine/angel/bird/wings/song/music theming) or vidyadhara (unless it's in a bailu "not originally vidyadhara but became so through Shenanigans) because the vibes are Off, but that he's something more like whatever luocha's got going on. like, yanqing 100% has a weird lineage because if he wasn't there'd be no reason for us not to know-- his entire bio parent conflict would've been exactly the same even if we knew his lineage. by pointing it out specifically, you're saying something, yknow.

the disciple of sanctus medicus said "you've come at the right time, little one. we can use your blood... to irrigate the celestial traces." and i... kind of read that as saying he'd replenish the aeons/the divine (?) with his death/sacrifice. in what way, i don't know.

the "heavenly blade's afterimage" title is fascinating to me. considering his connection to the garden of recollection/fuli via what looks like six phased ice, and march's connection and the theory of idrila = march, i kind of wonder if yanqing is a part of an aeon or related to an aeon, and both of them ended up in the garden & eventually without any memories in part because of their connection to an aeon.

"For the next time you see her!"

Crying it won't happen but it'd be a cute detail for this to show up again

aeon doesn't know what a nightmare/night terror is until he witnesses someone in his pack waking up screaming crying from one, and it freaked him out so badly that every night that they're all sleeping together he'll just be sitting in their heads, watching out for the bad dreams so he can push them away, the quintessence travelling in a steady flow through everyones minds - but everyone can smell him doing it and tell him he doesn't have to because it wears him out so much but he's too upset by the idea of bad memories coming for people in their sleep that he refuses to stop so when they have sleepovers the den will stink of aeons magic until someone else uses their element

So I adore time loops and I think Sampo would be very fun in a time loop AU. Because despite having so many onscreen interactions with so many characters, he almost always seems to hold people at a certain careful distance, so it's fun to imagine what or who he's willing to use a time loop for, how far he's willing to go, how much he actually does care.

At the end of the Masquerade Duet companion quest, Sparkle mentions a catastrophe soon to befall Jarilo-VI. And some players have interpreted this as a past event (the catastrophe being the story quests we took part in there), but other players have speculated this as an upcoming disaster that Sampo is trying to mitigate.

And so, Gepard finds Sampo in Belobog, right after he was supposed to return from Penacony...or whatever it was called, Gepard had almost been too relieved to remember the name after Natasha assured him that Sampo was fine and not missing or dead, just on a trip since the planet was finally open for travel.

He had assumed this was some kind of vacation, or some shady business endeavor (valid), but when he sees him, Sampo looks. Exhausted.

His usual smirk is there, but there's something horribly off about it that Gepard can't put into words. His voice doesn't have the usual bounce in it. His gait slightly off. There are bags under his eyes, his hair is just the slightest bit out of place. Sampo looks exhausted.

His feet move without him really thinking, he goes up to Sampo to say...something. Maybe just ask him if he's ok. But he can't leave this alone and not do anything, because Gepard can feel it, something is wrong.

And that feeling sticks with him, like the persistent cold, like frostbite, all day. Gepard can't seem to shake it. There is a collective unease seeping through Belobog, sinking deep, tangling around their bones. And the only one who seems to be reacting truly different to it is Sampo.

Gepard tries to tail the guy a few times, anything he can do to learn about what's going on and ease this devouring dread, but Sampo seems to know where he's hiding and calls him out every single time.

He dodges every question (normal), slips out of every grab and grasp (normal), barely even looks at Gepard (decidedly NOT normal).

And maybe it's the darkness that seems to hover over them. The way the air feels like it is pressing down and smothering the breath out of his lungs. But Gepard's patience finally snaps, much sooner than he ever would have thought it would, and he finally grabs Sampo by the collar, hauls him up and forces his back against the brick wall of the alleyway. Because maybe Sampo makes his living double crossing and stabbing backs and he wouldn't understand this, but Gepard has a family, he has people he wants to protect, and so he needs to know what the fuck is going on.

And he knows he's crossed a line the moment he says it. He knows it's not true. Gepard has seen the way Sampo and Caelus sneak around in the Fragmentum or meander down the alleys, snickering with their arms slung around each other. He's seen the way Sampo lets Hook climb up his back onto his shoulders while he takes the moles on little adventures. He's seen the way he and Serval rib each other like it was natural, easy, and the way he goes out of his way for Natasha like he wouldn't any other client, had even trusted her with the knowledge that he was leaving off-planet.

Sampo has people he wants to protect, too, and Gepard shouldn't have accused him otherwise.

But before he can even apologize, Sampo does something stranger still.

Instead of telling him off, or taking a swing at him- both things Gepard would admit he deserved- Sampo just. Lifts one hand, lays it over Gepard's fists still balled in his jacket. Like he's keeping him there. Even through his gloves, his hand is warm.

And Sampo doesn't even really look at him, he leaves his head hung low as he quietly tells Gepard to just go home. Stay in with his family. Don't come out. Please. Please.

But eventually, the catastrophe strikes.

And Gepard can't. He can't stay safe inside his home while this is happening. He can't ignore this. He tells Serval and Lynx to stay in. Don't come out. And he dons his armor and marches out to protect as many people as he can.

When it's all said and done, all Gepard can see is rubble piled around him and a blackened sky. He can hear fire crackling. He can hear a voice he recognizes as Serval's wailing and screaming his name, and he knows she's not going to find him in time. She shouldn't even be out here.

A bloodied face swims into view, bright green eyes looking hollowed and haunted, posture weary and defeated. Gepard reaches out a shaking arm, trying to grab at Sampo's pantleg, trying to make any sound other than gurgling the blood filling his throat, because he knows it for certain now, he knew, Sampo knew.

"Not this time either, huh...?" The sigh he heaves isn't theatrical, for once. Somewhere, rubble groans and loudly collapses. Sampo doesn't even startle or turn to look at it. "I'll figure it out soon, I promise. There has to be a way to pull you through this alive. There has to be."

Something materializes in his hand, something red. Gepard's vision dims at the edges as he watches Sampo hold the mask over his face, as it seemingly attaches itself directly to his skin.

"See you on the next go around, Captain."

Queen... Oh fuck you're non Binary

✨Monarch✨

whatever you do don't think about aeon masturbating with whatever random object was closest because he's just that desperate. don't think about them stumbling across their room to grab a towel from their wardrobe and definitely don't think about him shucking his pants and boxers and throwing them into some dark corner of his room without a care in the world. don't imagine them desperately trying to wriggle and contort themselves to place the towel under their hips because they didn't have the foresight to lay it down before they got back into bed.

don't think about his hand closing around the empty bottle of soft drink and slowly bringing the cold glass to his cunt. don't think about the way their spare hand shakes as they try to coordinate their fingers enough to type out a p. then an o. r. n. h. u--

don't think about him warming himself up with a good ol' amateur outdoor sex video because he's spent the morning in mountain's greenhouse and... well, he's had some Thoughts about it, okay? don't judge him. don't think about the way they grind and roll their hips against the top of the bottle. or the way he gasps and lets out a low moan when the part that screws onto the lid catches against his sensitive little cock.

definitely don't think about them finding a femdom video and then instead of focussing on the domme like he meant to, he finds himself focussing on the deep moans and whimpers the sub is letting out as his domme rides his cock and she tells him he's not allowed to cum just yet. don't think about them getting so into the video that they don't quite notice just how close they are to the edge until the sub in the video lets out a cracked, desperate moan as he cums, and don't think about the way aeon immediately cums as well, rutting unashamedly against the body of the glass bottle.

don't think about the way they just Lie There in shock once they're done because they've never been able to cum without someone's fingers on their clit, but here they are, having cum by grinding against a glass bottle of all things. oh and definitely don't think about the way he let out a surprised cry and a shamelessly loud moan when he came either.

oh and then don't think about the way they immediately rewind the femdom video and rewatch it twice, their fingers flying over their dick as they cum once for every rewatch, still so surprised by their apparent lack of a refractory period. don't think about the way he writhes desperately on the mattress each time as he cums, cries of the names of his pack members interspersed through his pleas of "sir" "mommy" "miss" and "daddy"

don't think about the way they keep up the movement of their fingers on their cock after they've cum with their hand for the first time, almost screaming at the beginning of the overstimulation for almost a minute until it calms down into something more manageable, something that could eventually give way to pleasure. don't think about how loud he is (because in a rare turn of events, the rest of the pack are away from their rooms and aeon's always been a little self conscious about his volume) and how much he whines and begs and laughs, choking on his own desperation as he reaches his third orgasm of this less-than-an-hour-long session, and his fifth or sixth of the day.

anyway. don't think about aeon masturbating :)

Thinking about ‘freshly summoned from the pit First Time!Aeon’ not understand why Dew is being so nice to him after they fuck? Like you were just choking me why are we in the bath? Why are you feeding me chocolates and asking me to have a sip of water? He just doesn’t understand aftercare bc he’s never been loved

It's made even more confusing by the fact that Dew is REALLY good at aftercare. He takes it (and negotiation) very seriously. So he's super thorough. Super sweet. Holding Aeon as he comes back. Washing him up so gently. Holding him tight in a nice warm bath, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, his temples. Telling him how good he is, that he did amazing. That Dew is so fucking proud of him. He cheks in a lot. Askes Aeon how he feels. What hurts--what he needs. Is he hungry? Forces him to drink sips of water. And Aeon doesn't know the answers to any of those questions...he doesn't even know what's happening. Aeon is having a hard time reconciling it with the degradation Dew just laid on him. Like he obviously knows Dew doesn't really think those things about him. He knows Dew did it because Aeon wanted it--asked for it--loved it. But this is a full 180. No one has ever held him like this before. Especially not after treating him like that. Not after digging their fingers into his throat so hard he's pretty sure he's bruised. And finally, as Dew is helping an exhausted Aeon get dressed Aeon asks. He asks what is happening, asks why Dew is being so nice to him. And Dew looks at him like he's an idiot. And then, when he realizes Aeon is really serious he goes a little pale. Concern flashes over his features. "No one's never...done this for you before?" "Done what for me before?" Dew grumbles under his breath a little and drags Aeon off to bed, curling him tight against Dew's body. He explains it all in whispers against the back of Aeon's neck as he holds him. And Aeon melts a little further into him with every word. "Guess that means you do care," Aeon mutters. Dew scoffs but punctuates it with a kiss to Aeon's hair. "Shut up and go to sleep."