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Waffles
Paring: Phantom and Mountain
Genre: Fluff
SFW
Words: 1,242
Summary: Swiss is sick today so he asked Mountain to take care of Phantom for him. They're going to make waffles together.
Warning: Regressed!Phantom, age regression, regressed ghoul, caregiver Mountain.
Below the cut people please.
Around three-quarters of the way through the film, small gurgling are heard in the common room. Television doesn't even succeed in masking these noises.
The quintessence little ghoul folds his legs on himself, curling up even more on the couch. He blushed slightly as he hid his face in his knees and chewed on the wing tip of his plush bat.
The large earth ghoul looks at his friend with a small smile and gently tickles his ribs while speaking to him in a teasing tone. "Oh little monster, are you hungry? I thought I heard growls coming from you. Are you planning to attack me to eat me?"
Phantom giggles and raises his head, pouting a little. He gently strokes his cheek with the little bat's other wing, the one that isn't wet from his drool. Feeling the soft fabric of his stuffed animal helps him stay calm and reassured. "I'm not a monster Mounty. My tummy making weird noises. 'm hungry!"
"If you're not a monster, what are you then?" Keep talking in that little teasing tone of yours. "And yes, I suspect it, I heard it gurgling. Do you want us to go eat something?" Gently stroke the little ghoul's hair, smiling at him.
"I'm a ghoul. Wanna finish the movie. Eat afterwards."
"Okay let's finish the movie then, little bug." Kisses his head between his two horns.
The young ghoul lays his head on the arm of the older one and purrs while repeating chewing on the wing of his plush.
They finish watching the film and during the end credits, the earth ghoul accompanies his friend in his little joyful applause.
"Looks like you liked the movie, little one." He said with a big smile, ruffling his hair.
"Yeah it was great. But...I'm really hungry now." Gently move his head while giggling and putting his hair back properly after placing the little bat on the sofa. "Want you to carry me on your back to the kitchen. Pleaaase." He said making puppy eyes with a big smile to show off all his fangs.
Mountain chuckles and makes an exaggerated sigh so that the little ghoul understands that he is not really annoyed. He turns his back to him and barely a few seconds later he feels a weight clinging to him. He holds the youngest's legs firmly to make sure he doesn't fall and walks into the kitchen. They begin to rummage in the cupboards and the fridge together but without being convinced.
"Um bug, there's not much here anymore. The only cupcakes left are the ones for Dew when he's tiny." He said, continuing to search in vain while thinking of a solution.
"But I'm hungry !" The quint ghoul said, tapping his feet on the ground and frown as he grew impatient.
"I know honey... I might have a solution. If you can wait a little longer to eat we can cook waffles together and eat them afterwards. Do you want to do that? Would you like to eat waffles?" He gives a small reassuring smile while holding his hands to try to calm him down.
The little ghoul's eyes light up and he quickly nods with a big smile. He jumps up and down repeating the words waffles several times while Mountain places all the equipment and ingredients on the table.
The big ghoul washes his hands then weighs the right amount for each food. He then helps the little ghoul wash his hands and settle into a chair around the table.
“If you are ready you can start by pouring the flour, sugar and yeast into the salad bowl in front of you and mix afterwards.” The earth ghoul said confidently, smiling.
The quintessence ghoul flow nods its head then looks for the three ingredients mentioned. He pours in the flour first then the sugar and...stops there. His gaze continues to scan the different ingredients on the table then he looks at Mountain a little lost and confused. “What is yeast?”
"That's it. It looks a bit like flour." He said, gently pushing the bowl with the yeast in front of the little ghoul. “This is what makes your dough rise when it cooks.”
"Ok thank you." He said as he put the yeast on top of the other two ingredients. “Now I can mix.” He puts his hands in the salad bowl and stirs them gently, being careful not to spill everything.
"Stirred with the big spoon, Phantom..." He sighs, half-desperate, half-softened by what he sees even if he can't help but chuckle slightly.
"Oh sorry." He said innocently, removing his hands from the salad bowl.
He doesn't even bother to look to see if there's a tea towel he wipes his hands on his stomach quite naturally. His black t-shirt is now covered in white handprints from the flour. The large ghoul smiled in despair and amusement once again while he watches his friend stir with the big spoon this time.
Mountain cracks the eggs into a bowl and the texture of the yolks makes Phantom giggle as he tries to catch them between his fingers. Then he whisks the eggs and lets the quint pour them into the large salad bowl. He then adds the melted butter himself for fear that the little ghoul will get burned with the heat of the bowl. He adds a pinch of salt and stirs a little, explaining that the dough is too hard at the moment for the little one to do it. He then asks him to pour the milk very slowly while he stirs. Phantom listens attentively and is very focused in his task, which makes Mountain smile. Once the dough is a little more liquid he makes him stop pouring in the milk. He lets him mix to please him while he prepares the waffle iron.
About twenty minutes later, which seemed endless to the little ghoul, the salad bowl no longer contains any dough and there is a large plate filled with a pile of hot waffles. Half of the stack is soft while the other half is crunchy to suit everyone's tastes. Mountain quickly washes the dishes and Phantom helps him by putting the utensils away.
Once finished, the big ghoul takes out icing sugar, dough spread and two different jams. The quint rushes to the dish, takes a waffle and roughly spreads some dough spread on it using a small spoon. Mountain also takes a waffle and puts icing sugar on it. The two start to eat and the older one laughs when he sees his friend take a big bite and get chocolate all over his mouth and on the tip of his nose. The little one doesn't pay attention and continues to eat quickly, taking big bites as if he were starving. He really seems to like the waffles a lot.
They eat a few then Phantom makes a new waffle with jam on it. He takes a paper towel and places the waffles on it. He took it in his hands and was very careful.
“What are you doing little one?” Mountain said, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Going to bring Swiss a waffle to comfort him since he's sick today. That way I can tell him about my day so good with you." He said innocently and happily as he left the kitchen accompanied by the earth ghoul.
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Birdwatching
Requested by a dear friend @rainsbasspick
Regressed Phantom and Caregiver Mountain
Words: 1200
Cw: none that I can think of
It was a nice day.
Then of course, many days were beginning to get nicer, as the cold days started to melt into warmer, breezier spring ones.
"Can we go outside, Mounty?" Phantom curls his lips in a classic sign of a pout. Mountain felt his lips curl into a smile. He looked at the eager tiny ghoul, and spoke.
"Alright little one, put on your boots and we'll go outside"
"Yay! Thank you!" Phantom purred with delight, as he put on his yellow rainboots.
As Phantom and Mountain stepped outside, the crisp air greeted them with a gentle breeze. The sky was painted with hues of blue and white, a perfect backdrop for their adventure. Phantom skipped ahead, his tiny feet splashing in puddles as he explored the world around him. Mountain followed closely behind, his watchful eyes ensuring Phantom's safety every step of the way.
"Can you hear it, Phantom? The chirps of the birds?" Phantom felt his ears droop, hearing the calling of the birds high above. "That...is an Eurasian Jay, Phantom"
As Phantom listened intently to the chirping of the birds, his curiosity sparked. "Eurasian Jay? What does it look like, Mounty?"
Mountain smiled, glad to see Phantom's interest. "Well, they have striking blue feathers on their wings and a black crown on their heads. They're quite beautiful birds."
Phantom's eyes widened with excitement. "I want to see one! Can we find one, Mounty?"
"We can try, little one," Mountain replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Let's keep our ears open and see if we can spot one during our adventure today."
The pair sat on a log, under a tree, keeping a watchful gaze above them, with their ears perked up.
"Look, sweetheart, it's right there!" Mountain exclaimed softly, pointing to a nearby tree branch where a Eurasian Jay perched, its vibrant blue feathers shining in the sunlight.
Phantom's eyes lit up with delight as he caught sight of the beautiful bird. "Wow! It's so pretty, just like you said, Mounty!"
Mountain smiled warmly at Phantom's excitement, feeling a sense of joy in sharing this moment with him. "Nature is full of wonders, little one. It's moments like these that make it truly magical. Oh and look! There is another bird next to it! That seems to be a...lets see...a hawfinch!"
Phantom's eyes widened with wonder as he followed Mountain's gaze to the neighboring branch, where a hawfinch perched gracefully, its vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the surroundings.
"A Hawfinch!" Phantom exclaimed with excitement. "It's so colorful and majestic! Can you tell me about the birds?"
Mountain smiled at Phantom's excitement and nodded. "Of course, little one. The Hawfinch is indeed a magnificent bird."
With a gentle tone, Mountain began to explain, "The Hawfinch, also known by its scientific name Coccothraustes coccothraustes, is a robust and stocky bird belonging to the finch family, Fringillidae."
Phantom listened intently, his eyes shining with curiosity as Mountain continued, "They are known for their large, powerful beaks, which they use to crack open hard seeds and fruits. This specialized beak helps them access their primary food sources in woodlands and forested areas."
As Mountain spoke, the Hawfinch remained perched on the branch, its vibrant plumage catching the sunlight and casting a colorful glow around it.
"Though they may seem shy at times, hawfinches play an important role in their ecosystems as seed dispersers and contributors to insect control," Mountain continued to explain, his voice filled with admiration for the bird's significance in nature.
"What about the other birdy? The...Euroasian Jay?" Phantom ploughed out.
Mountain chuckled softly at Phantom's enthusiasm and nodded. "Ah, yes, the Eurasian Jay! Let me tell you about them too."
"The Eurasian Jay," Mountain began, "is another remarkable bird that we are fortunate to have in these woods. They belong to the crow family, Corvidae, and are known for their striking appearance and melodic calls."
Phantom listened intently, his curiosity piqued by the mention of another fascinating bird.
"These jays have predominantly pinkish-brown plumage with bright blue patches on their wings," Mountain continued, gesturing towards the tree where they had spotted the hawfinch earlier. "And they have a distinctive black crown on their heads, which makes them easily recognizable."
Phantom's eyes widened with fascination as he absorbed the information about the Eurasian Jay. "Wow, they sound so beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"They are indeed," Mountain agreed with a smile. "And like the hawfinch, Eurasian Jays play an important role in our forest ecosystem, helping to disperse seeds and contributing to the balance of nature."
Phantom nodded, his mind buzzing with newfound knowledge about the birds that called their forest home. "Yay! Birdies are so wonderful!"
As Phantom and Mountain continued their exploration of the forest, they encountered more magical moments in nature. They stumbled upon a babbling brook, its clear waters glistening in the sunlight as it meandered through the trees. Phantom dipped his hand into the cool stream, marveling at the sensation of the water flowing between his fingers.
"Isn't it amazing, Mounty?" Phantom exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "The water feels so alive!"
Mountain nodded in agreement, a serene smile gracing his features. "Nature has a way of awakening our senses and reminding us of the beauty that surrounds us, little one."
They followed the babbling brook deeper into the forest, the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves filling the air. Along the way, they encountered a family of deer grazing peacefully in a sun-dappled clearing. Phantom gasped in delight at the sight of the graceful creatures, their antlers adorned with fresh spring foliage.
"Look, Mounty! Deer!" Phantom whispered, awestruck by the gentle majesty of the animals.
Mountain nodded, his gaze soft as he watched the deer with quiet reverence. "Oh wow! Good observation, my sweet."
They watched in silence as the deer moved gracefully through the clearing, their movements fluid and elegant. Phantom felt a sense of connection to the natural world around him, a feeling of belonging that warmed his soul.
As they continued their journey through the forest, Phantom and Mountain shared stories and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. Together, they reveled in the beauty of the world around them, grateful for the precious moments they shared in the embrace of nature's embrace.
As the day began to wane and the sun dipped below the horizon, Phantom and Mountain made their way back home, their hearts full of memories from their adventure in the woods. And as they settled in for the evening Phantom started to recount facts about the birds they have seen that day. About how the Eurasian Jay's scientific name is Garrulus glandarius and how they are known for their intelligence and mimicry abilities. Phantom excitedly described how these jays can imitate the calls of other birds and even mimic human sounds. Mountain listened attentively, nodding in agreement as Phantom shared his newfound knowledge.
Soon, the little ghoul started to fall into a slumber, but before he did so he wiggled his hand around a bird plushie. Mountain looked at his curled body and eyes smiled softly at the breathing motion of the tiny ghoul.
"Good night, my little dove"
#regressed ghouls#agere#ghost band agere#eepy#safe for work age regression#regressed phantom#regressed aeon#caregiver mountain#birdwatching
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this is partially inspired by @tinymoon-beam's regressed french rain ficlet (as well as all her other french rain fics !!!) so please go check those out, she's a really incredible writer <3
also just a general disclaimer that french is not my first language, i am very much still learning !!! some of the weird grammar/spelling things are to mirror the way i write the english-speaking regressed ghouls, but if you spot any other mistakes then i welcome gentle corrections <3
cw: regressed rain, regressed aeon, caregiver dewdrop, french rain, language confusion, rain not understanding english, aeon not understanding french, multilingual dew, a few tears of frustration but it's all okay in the end
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“Arrête!” (Stop!) Rain’s raised voice catches Dew’s attention. He looks up from his book to see Aeon giggling as they nudge their finger against Rain’s tower of blocks. The tower wobbles as Aeon nudges it again, threatening to fall.
“Arrête, arrête!” (Stop, stop!) Rain cries again, trying to push Aeon away and save his tower.
Dew puts his book down. “Aeon, bubs?” The little quintessence ghoul looks up at the sound of their name. “I don’t think Rainy likes you messing with his tower, okay? He’s telling you to stop.”
Aeon pouts. “If I don’ un’ers’and him, how ‘m I supposed to know?” Their question prompts the both of them to look over at the little water ghoul, his gaze shifting between them, his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Je compren’ pas, Papa,” (I don't understand, papa) he says, voice small as tears well in his eyes.
Dew stands from the couch and makes his way over to the two little ghouls on the floor. He crouches in front of Rain and holds his hands out near his face, letting Rain lean into his touch on his own time. When he does, Dew smooths his thumbs over Rain’s cheeks, wiping away the single tear that fell in his confusion. “Ça va, mon cœur?” (Are you alright, my heart?)
Rain nods. “Ouais, ça va.” (Yeah, i'm okay) He sniffles as he speaks, but with Dew’s warm hands on his face wicking away the sadness, he seems to be feeling a lot better.
Across the other side of the block tower, Aeon whines. “I don’ un’ers’and, Dada.” Dew has to bite back a smile at how similar Rain and Aeon are, even if neither of them are quite aware of it at the moment.
He walks around to the other side of the tower and sits next to Aeon, holding out his hand for the little quintessence ghoul to take a hold of if they want. “You don’t have to understand, little star,” he reminds them. “You just have to–”
“I jus’ have to be kiiiiiiind,” they finish for him, drawing out the ‘i’ in ‘kind’ as they struggle to pronounce it.
Dew smiles widely. “That’s exactly right, Ae! Such a good memory you’ve got there, bub. Well done.”
Aeon grins back up at Dew, beginning to rock side to side in happiness from the praise as they turn their attention away from Dew and Rain and back to their own pile of blocks in front of them.
Once Dew is sure Aeon is completely absorbed in their play, he turns back to Rain, finding the water ghoul looking completely lost by the lack of French all over again. “Rain, t’as compris?” (Rain, did you understand?)
Rain looks over at Dew and shakes his head. “Non, j’ai pas compris. Desolé…” (No, I didn't understand. Sorry...) He looks back down at the ground, embarrassed.
“Non, non, mon cœur,” (No, no, my heart) Dew consoles him, holding his arms out in an offer for Rain to crawl over to him and be held. “C’est pas grave.” (It's not serious) They both hum happily as Rain settles himself in Dew’s lap, rubbing his cheek against the fire ghoul’s shirt and purring contentedly at the warmth of Dew’s body heat. “J’ai dit à Aeon qu’iel devait être gentil avec tu et ton tour,” (I told Aeon that they needed to be kind with you and your tower) he explains, smiling when he feels Rain smile against him as he understands the words Dew is saying. Dew continues to explain what he said to Aeon about understanding and being kind, and when he asks the same question of Rain, he gets a very enthusiastic “Je dois être gentiiiiiiil” (I need to be kiiiiiiiind) in response, the little water ghoul dragging out the ‘i’ in the exact same way as Aeon did.
“Très bien, Rainy,” (Very good, Rainy) Dew encourages. “C’était parfait!’ (That was perfect!)
Rain giggles softly and claps his hands as well as he can while he’s squished up against Dew’s chest.
“Est-ce que tu veux jouer avec Aeon maintenant? Ou tu veux rester là pour le moment?” (Do you want to play with Aeon now? Or do you want to stay here for the moment?)
Rain hums while he thinks through his choices. Dew can practically guess what the little water ghoul is thinking. If he plays with Aeon, they can make more block towers together and it’ll be tricky to understand each other, but it will still be so much fun. Or if he stays with Dew, he’ll be comfy and cosy with his Papa, but he won’t get to play with his friend. After a long while, Rain buries his face further into Dew’s shirt. “Là,” (Here) he says, voice muffled in the fabric.
“Tu restes là?” (You want to stay here?)
Rain nods.
“D’accord, bon choix, mon petit chou.” (Okay, good choice, my little darling) Dew rubs Rain’s back comfortingly as he speaks, watching Aeon over the little water ghoul’s head. They seem more than happy playing with their block and chatting away to themselves for the moment, but regardless, Dew’s glad Rain’s made the choice to stay with him because it means he’ll be able to interact with Aeon much more easily if they come to ask him something.
“Et– Et– Et après,” (And– And– And after) Rain starts, looking up at Dew with big, hopeful eyes. “Après, p– peut-être que je peux jouer avec Aeon?” (After, m– maybe I can play with Aeon?)
Dew nods down at them enthusiastically and feels his smile widen at the idea of his two little ones playing together without conflict. “Ouais, bien sûr, Rain.” (Yeah, of course, Rain)
The little water ghoul wriggles happily in his lap, letting out a very, very quiet “Youpi!” (Yippee!)
At the quiet celebration, Aeon looks up from their stack of blocks. “Wha’s happening, Dada? Why Rainy so happy?” They ask earnestly.
Dew redirects his attention to Aeon and quickly gives them a recap of the conversation in English. “Rain is going to stay here in my lap for a bit, and afterwards, he thinks he might come and play with you and the blocks again, okay?”
Aeon gasps, mouth wide open and eyes practically shining in excitement when they hear their playmate might be joining them again soon. “Rainy gonna come an’ pray again?”
“Yeah, bubba!” Dew responds, grinning. “Rainy might come and play with you soon!”
“Yippee!” Aeon shouts, giggling and smiling widely. “I like prayin’ wif Rainy.”
Dew watches them play for a few more moments before turning back down to the little water ghoul in his lap. “Tu as entendu ça, Rainy?” (Did you hear that, Rainy?) Dew asks, leaning down to talk directly into Rain’s ear. “Iel aime bien jouer avec toi.” (They really like playing with you)
It takes a while for Rain to reply, which makes Dew think he might be close to falling asleep if he hasn’t already, but eventually, Rain responds very quietly, his sleep-laced words muffled against Dew’s shirt. “J'aime bien jouer avec toi aussi, Aeon…” (I really like playing with you too, Aeon...)
#even though its short this has been in the works for a couple weeks so i hope you all like it :3#also. “iel” as a gender neutral pronoun is kind of a heavily debated thing in french so it's not technically correct french but oh well#regressed ghouls#rain ghoul#aeon ghoul#phantom ghoul#<- for tagging purposes#dewdrop ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#ghostie writes
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I had a thought that the first time Phantom went little, they didn't really have control of their magic and actually turned little. Some of this I wrote while I was little so I'm not sure it makes any sense, but I don't thank anyone will see it anyway so.
almost 3k under the cut, mentions of food, and Phantom has some flashbacks
I guess it helps to know that big Phantom uses primarily He/Him, and little Phantom uses They/Them, and that Phantom was the runt of his litter.
Phantom was already worried. About everything, to be entirely honest, but today it was even more present. With the tour looming over his head and the ministry threatening to send him back to the pits when he messes up, it's hard for him to find a moment of real peace. His only anchor so far has been his new pack. Well, it's his first and only pack, since quintessence ghouls tended to be pretty solitary in the pits. He’s grateful to have a pack at all, and to be summoned into one that's so loving and supportive is some kind of unholy miracle.
He was on his way back from another unproductive meeting with Sister Imperator that was just an excuse to scare him into submission. It didn't really make him want to please her more though. All he wanted to do was be swallowed back up from the pits, because no matter how bad it was down there, at least his every move wasn't being watched and criticized.
He shakes out his body, like a dog trying to dry itself off, to work out the stress. On the bright side he didn't have to talk to her for another week, and he’s on his way back for some comfort cuddles from his packmates.
He pushes open the door to find Rain on the couch playing video games. Dew and Swiss are having a hushed conversation in the kitchen. He wants to bother Swiss for his attention, but he doesn't want to interrupt the obviously private conversation, so he settles for dropping onto the couch next to the water ghoul. Rain takes his eyes off the screen to smile at Phantom. He winds their tails together. Phantom traps the soft, seaweed-like tip of Rain's tail to rub between his fingers while he watches him play.
When Rain dies, he turns off the game and sets down his control. A faint purr rumbles through Phantom’s chest already. He jumps into Rain’s arms when they open, pulling him close to Rain’s chest and scratching lightly across his scalp.
Both of their heads poke over the top of the couch when Dew pushes back into the common room with a huff.
“Of course you put down your game for him,” Dew snarls under his breath, but he doesn’t put any effort into actually keeping it there, and both ghouls on the couch hear it. Phantom pins his ears to his head and tries to hide in Rain’s shirt with a whine.
“Dew,” Swiss warns, but it’s already too late. Rain’s tail is starting to puff up between his fingers. The light purr in his chest drops into a growl, and instead of comforting Phantom when he squeaks he sits up and pushes the quint ghoul to the other side of the couch, left to curl his tail around himself protectively.
“I’m not ignoring you! If you asked nicely instead of acting like a child about it you could be over here with us too.” Rain bites back. He rolls his eyes at the fire ghoul. He seems to care less about this fight than Phantom does, who’s watching like the most morbid tennis match with wide eyes. His tail taps at his lips, but he holds it in his hand. He’s not a kit anymore and doesn’t need to suck on his tail to feel better, no matter how much he actually wants to.
“I don’t want to share you with him!” Dew yells. The blood pounding in Phantom’s ears makes it hard to be sure if Dew meant to emphasize share or him, but his body is in full fight or flight mode and he doesn’t think he can stay to find out.
He moves so quickly he almost falls face first off the couch. His legs feel shaky, like they’re not really his, but he pushes through with the promise of the safety of his room. The door knob is a struggle too. He slams the door closed harder than he means to, which sends another jolt of panic through his system. He feels like he’s freezing but he won’t stop sweating, and the afternoon light pouring in makes his head pound. He buries himself under his covers and presses his hands into his ears in hopes that the screaming will stop.
It’s no longer Dew and Rain’s voices in his head, it’s his mother, the old pack leader, voices he heard only once but hasn’t been able to shake since. Tell them they’re the runt, they’ll never make it, they fuck up everything. That things like them are the reason packs like that don’t work. Their jeans scratch their skin and pull too tight and they need them off, but their hands are too shaky to undo the button.
They scream.
It’s the only thing they can think to do, to try to relive some of the pressure building in their head. Everything starts to feel better, but in a fuzzy, unclear way that they know they should be concerned about but don’t want to think about it enough to be. It’s at least a break.
They start to pull themself out of their sheets. Their pants stick to the material and slide off too easily, the button still done up but way too big enough to hold onto their hips. The shirt they were wearing falls when they push themself up too, at least staying on their shoulder, but the sleeves reach their elbows and the bottom hem reaches their knees. They stare at it questioningly. All the previous panic has been pushed aside, now they mostly just feel… small. And curious.
They rub the hem of their shirt between their fingers and roll off the bed like they usually do, but instead of landing gracefully they fall way further than they shoot. It sends another flare of panic through their body. This one at least is short lived, but it has their knees wobbling as they take uneven steps towards the mirror in the corner.
When they can finally see themself they freeze, staring into wide, wet eyes, then trailing down their tiny form. They have to be half the height they were just moments ago, and lanky in the way all 6 year olds are, not the usual never-grew-into-his-size lankiness he was used to. They know it’s wrong. No matter how much they want to be happy that their outside matches their inside, they know it’s not right. All the emotions swirl in their brain and start to bring back the bad feelings, and even though they just want their eyes to stop stinging, they start crying instead. Fat tears roll down their face and heavy sobs shake their whole body. They want to curl up in a ball but they can’t look away from that little kit in the mirror. The little kit with the same light patch around their eyes, the same white bangs and dark, unruly hair, and the same misshapen tail snaking its way into their mouth to chew on it self-soothingly.
A loud knock makes them freeze. They scream at themselves to pull their tail out of their mouth so they won’t get in trouble. The person outside calls their name and they whine, which reminds them there’s something more important to fix first, but no matter how much they try they aren’t getting big. It sends them back into their fit of tears.
They watch through blurry vision and the smudgy mirror as Swiss pushes their door open, freezing when they make eye contact. The whole room stills. So many thoughts race through Phantom’s mind they’re surprised they don’t explode with it.
“Phantom?” Swiss whispers. He takes a step towards the little quint ghoul, and that’s finally enough to break the spell. Phantom’s tail pushes back into their mouth as they crouch down into a ball, hiding themself behind their arms protectively.
“P-please don’t h-h-h-hurt me. S’ok,” they slur around their tail. Words seem to stick in their brain. They give a frustrated grunt. Their tongue feels heavy enough on its own, and even though the tail isn’t helping, they know it will only feel worse if they take it out.
“I would never hurt you sweetheart. Can you tell me what happened?” Phantom shakes their head hard, almost falling over from the motion. “Ok, it’s ok baby,” Swiss pauses for just long enough that Phantom starts to worry again. They hide their head more in their knees and let more heavy tears fall, since it seems to be helping. It at least made them feel less big and spikey.
“Can I touch you?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s tears dry slightly as they have to think about it. They still feel wrong, but Swiss gives such good hugs that always make them feel better when they’re big. It doesn’t take much to realize they want to be held. They unwrap their small, lanky limbs, popping their tail back in their mouth and making grabby hands at the ghoul standing above them.
Swiss smiles brightly and easily scoops the small ghoul into his arms. He eases them down so their legs are wrapped around his waist, and their head is resting on his shoulder, ear pressed close enough to hear his heartbeat, which settles Phantom down considerably. Swiss bounces them up and down and hums until the last tears stop falling and they can breathe a little more even again.
“Wanna change into something more comfy?” Phantom tenses again at the idea of being put down.
“No p-please. Like it h-h-h-h-here.” They try to shove their face more into Swiss’s shoulder. Swiss sighs and chuckles at their antics.
“Ok, well are you feeling hungry? Think you can at least drink some water for me?”
If Phantom really thought about it, their tummy did feel a little empty. They nodded into Swiss. The big ghoul shifted them a little so he can walk easier, and the gentle sway and being surrounded by Swiss’ conforming scent almost lulling Phantom to sleep, even just on the short walk to the kitchen. But before they know it, they’re set down on the counter. They rub at their eyes and rock back and forth while they watch Swiss dig in the cup cabinet until he pulls out a sippy cup.
“W-why is that in-n there?”
“For little ghouls like you,” he answers easily. He fills the blue and yellow sippy cup with water from the sink and hands it to Phantom.
“There are other kits here?” They perk up, looking around like these other kits might magically show up just because they asked. Swiss makes a silly face like he’s pooping, which makes Phantom laugh. He takes a sip from his cup and wiggles at how it makes his mouth not hurt anymore.
“Sometimes. Sometimes when Dew or Rain or Cumulus have big feelings, they get small like you are.” Swiss looks back at Phantom after he grabs the cheerios from the top shelf, then turns around and grabs a bib from a drawer lower down. He tries to loop it around Phantom’s neck but the kit crosses their arms.
“I’m a big b-” they start, but saying boy doesn’t feel right even if it tries to slide off their tongue, so they try again. “A big kit.”
Swiss nods and puts both things away, instead grabbing a muffin from the snack cabinet that Phantom reaches for enthusiastically. They turn the wrapper off quickly and shove half of it in their mouth before Swiss can reach for it to stop them.
“Phantom,” he scolds. The little ghoul ignores it though, loudly chewing the too-big mouthful and starting up a wiggle again.
“Oh thank Lucifer Swiss, I need…” Dew stops himself short when he walks in the kitchen and finds Phantom’s big eyes looking back at him, muffin crumbs all over his face and sippy cup frozen half way to his mouth. “That’s… mine. What-” he starts, but Swiss steps between the two.
“I’ll wash it, Phantom just needed to borrow your sippy. He’s feeling vulnerable,” Swiss says the last part through his teeth. Phantom doesn’t really know what that word means but they know it’s probably not good.
“But that’s not normal. Are you sure he’s ok?”
The blood starts to pound in Phantom’s ears again. All they hear is that they’re not normal, too small. It’s something they’ve heard too many times to count. It makes them want to hide again.
But they’re big. They don’t need to run away, they’ll show Dew how big they really are. They throw the sippy cup on the ground. It obviously isn’t meant for ghouls as big as them, because the top pops off and sends water all over the floor. They feel a little bad, but Dew and Swiss have stopped ignoring them, so they cross their arms and say as big as they can, “I’m big, and I’m not a boy.”
“Oh,” is all Dew says.
“Are you a girl?” Swiss asks. Phantom’s big act falls quickly. They hadn’t really thought about it. If they aren’t a boy or a girl, what are they? Can you not be a boy or a girl? They know they’re not a girl, so maybe they are a boy. They shake their head and look towards Swiss for him. Luckily, he smiles warmly again.
“Ok, you can be our little bat.” It pulls another happy wiggle out of Phantom, this one reaching from the tips of their ears to the spade of their tail, which now that they’re done chewing they can slot back in their mouth.
“Our little bat is actually a toddler,” Dew says only to Swiss.
“I’m 6!” Phantom yells and kicks their feet. Dew puts out a hand like Phantom just said the same thing he did, which makes them cross their arms and stick out their tongue at not being listened to.
“Hey babybat,” Swiss crouches down so he’s the same height as the kit. “Why don’t you finish your muffin, and then we’ll go take a nap, alright? I’ll be right back.” Phantom chirps in agreement, too busy after remembering they still have a whole half of their muffin to inhale. Dew steps out into the common room. He keeps watching Phantom the whole time through the window between the two rooms, until Swiss hands him a different sippy cup, this one pink and sparkly, and goes out to join Dew.
Phantom watches them wave their arms while he chews on his muffin. He imagines they’re dinosaurs fighting each other, the flying ones that look like bats and have big claws and beaks. They roar at each other, and it’s a good thing Phantom speaks dinosaur.
“Get away from my egg,” Swiss roars. He spreads out his wings to make himself look big. Phantom, who’s obviously the egg, puffs out their chest to match.
“I’m going to eat your egg!” Dew roars back, taking a swipe at Swiss, and even though they know they’re only playing pretend, the thought of Dew hurting Swiss for real scares them. They look down. The floor is so far away, but they have to be brave. They shut their eyes tight and push off, somehow landing on their feet. They take a deep breath. They’re so brave, they can do anything, so they run out of the kitchen and wrap themself around Swiss’s leg. Dew’s attack stops right away.
“Don’t h-h-hurt h-him,” Phantom pleads. They make their meanest, scariest face at the fire ghoul. Dew tilts his head at them, looks back up at Swiss, and then crouches down to be on Phantom’s level.
“I’m sorry bug, I didn’t mean to yell.” He looks at Swiss awkwardly. It takes Phantom a minute to remember that, oh yeah, that is how this whole thing started. They don’t know what to say, so instead they chirp and lay a big, wet kiss on Dew’s cheek. He wipes it off and sticks his tongue out, but he still can’t stop himself from smiling, which Phantom takes as a win. They stick their tail back into their mouth and smile back shyly.
“Feeling tired babybat?” Swiss asks, ending the moment. Dew stands up and starts to slowly make his way towards Rain’s room, while Swiss scoops up Phantom once again and carries them to their own.
They didn’t think they were feeling tired, but being laid under they’re covers and surrounded by Swiss, it’s hard to keep their eyes open anymore.
When he wakes up he’s groggy, but it slowly comes back to him that his shirt’s not so big anymore, and Swiss isn’t covering him so completely, and he sobs into Swiss’ chest in relief.
#regressed ghouls#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#little phantom#swiss ghoul#caretaker swiss#dew ghoul#ghost band fanfic#the band ghost#octo presents#octo sfw
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I can't find the ask game again, but can you please write some more tearful & soft puppy Mountain? Like, what if him & the new quintessence bug got stuck in a hyperempathy feedback loop & they had no choice but to kiss laugh about it?
Phantom woke up to a weird sound. It was just coming up to 4am, and he blinks blearily at his phone checking the time. The tour bus is small and cramped, Phantom got use to hearing snores and snuffles from the other ghouls as they slept, but this was different. It sounded almost pained. Phantom’s ears prick up as he listens intently for the sound again, but after a couple of seconds of silence he turns around, settling back into his bunk, thinking that maybe Swiss was just sleep talking again.
Just as he’s drifting off the sleep again he hears it again. A soft whimpering cry, louder this time, coming from one of the other bunks. He waits for it stop like last time, but it keeps going, wet gasp like sobs echoing through the quiet of the bus.
Phantom shuffled out of his bed as quietly as he can, wrapping his tail around his waist so it didn’t swing around uncontrollably. He followed the sounds along the corridor for the bus, careful not to trip over any stray items of clothing and Shoes.
He makes it to Mountains bunk, where sounds are coming from, and gently pulls the certain back, not wanting to scare the ghoul.
Mountain is still asleep, his face scrunched up uncomfortably as he lets out little squeaks and whimpers in his sleep, one hand grasping at the pillow desperately.
Phantom shakes him gently, being careful not to scare him.
“Hey, hey mount. You need to wake up, i think you’re having a nightmare.”
Mountain let’s out a long whimper, his face scrunching up even more before his eyes shoot open with a sharp gasp.
He grasps at a Phantom’s wrist and stutters, trying to take a deep breath, and he blinks rapidly, desperately trying to blink away the tears that had pooled on his eyes.
“Hey, you’re okay, I promise, you’re safe.” He whispers to Mountain, softly rubbing at his cheek.
Mountain looks at him with big wet eye and his bottom lip wobbles as tears now fall from his eyes and he whimpers sadly.
When Phantom had first been summoned, Aether had warned him about Mountain. About how he could be a little over emotional and sensitive at time, how he cried a lot, often at nothing, and how clingy and needy he could be. He was also warned about the puppy thing, and how that can heighten his emotions sometime. But he was told it wouldn’t be an issue for him, that Mountain had people to go that would look after him when felt like that.
He’d witnessed Mountain being puppy with the others, seen how they’d played with him, how they’d coo at him and rub his belly. He’d seen them cuddle him and hold him tight when he cried, and how they reassured him, babied him at times, when he needed it.
He could tell Mountain was puppy now, just by the way his pupils were blown, whatever dream he’d had had obviously scared him into his safe headspace. He contemplated waking Swiss or Cumulus, they know what to do with Mountain when he’s like this, but the way the poor earth ghoul is clinging to him diminishes that idea.
“You’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, I’ll keep you safe.” Phantom climbs into Mountain bunk, pulling the ghoul into his chest and he starts running his hands though his hair, hoping that it’s comforting for him.
Mountain immediately curls into his chest, a desperate sob wracking through his body so hard that Phantom feels him jump with it.
“Oh, I know, puppy. I know. You had such a scary dream, huh?”
Mountain nods agains his chest and let’s out another sob, tears soaking into Phantoms pyjama top. Phantom wraps both his arms around the earth ghoul, squeezing him as tightly as he can, keeping on hand buried in his hair, scratching behind his ears.
“Shhh, you’re okay, puppy. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” He feels that tell-tale tightening of his throat and he feels tears of his own tell in his eyes.
“Where’s your carrot, puppy? I know you like to have that with you all the time.” His voice breaks and he clears his throat, not wanting Mountain to know he was on the verge of crying himself.
Mountain let’s put a small whine and gives a small shrug, burying his face deeper into Phantom’s chest. Phantom reached a hand under Mountains pillow, knowing that the ghoul liked to ‘bury’ it there to keep it safe. He finds the plush exactly where he thinks it would be and pull it out, handing it to Mountain.
Mountain takes the carrot plush right away, with a happy teary thrill, resting on Phantom’s chest and chews away on it.
“That’s it, puppy. Such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing to well for me.”
Phantom watches as Mountain slowing starts to calm down, the tears slowing and the little whimpery sobs die down at he comfort chews on the plush.
Phantom desperately try’s to blink away the tears that had welled in his eyes, but to no avail as they run down his cheeks. He suck in a shaky breath, trying to stay as quiet as he can, not wanting to disturb Mountain now that he’d calmed down enough.
It doesn’t work, in his efforts to trying and keep his cries in he lets out a little hiccup, his belly jumping under Mountain, making the poor earth ghoul jump.
Mountain let’s out a squeak, looking up at Phantom with big round eyes. He licks at the tears on Phantom’s cheeks, making him let out a wet giggle, and let’s out a questioning hum.
“I’m okay, puppy, I promise.” He tries not to let his voice wobble as he speaks. Mountain tilts his head to the side, licking at the tears again.
Phantom giggles again at the feeling.
“I just-sometimes get a little upset when other people get upset.” He pets at Mountain hair. “I’m okay though, I promise.” He let’s out another wet laugh as Mountain starts licking all over his face.
Mountain nudges his carrot plush further up Phantom chest with his nose, giving him a questioning look.
Phantom feels his heart swell at the gesture from Mountain, knowing how much that carrot plush meant to him.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, puppy. But this is yours, baby. I don’t need it.”
He pushes the plush back down to where it had been resting on his chest, hoping the grimace on his face wasn’t obvious as he touched the wet fabric. Mountain takes it back with a happy chitter, continuing his chewing, his eyes slipping closed as he does.
“We should sleep, puppy. We have to be up to help with set up in a couple of hours.”
Mountain hums in agreement, his eyes still closed as he settles down properly on Phantom’s chest, carrot still in his mouth. Phantom snuggles down, pulling the covers over both of them, his eyes closing with a purr rumbling though his chest, holding Mountain close to him.
#I didn’t edit this so if you see a mistake no you didn’t#ficlet#the band ghost#ghost headcanons#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#puppy mountain#my love for puppy mountain grows more and more each day#Ask#thanks for the ask! ❤️#my writing#pet regression
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Little ghouls!
I finally have the energy to go into lil ghouls so I might as well!:D
here’s a idea of the ages I see when they regress
from oldest to youngest!
-swiss: 9 to maybe 11
-aurora: 8 to 9 something like that (I’m very rough on this idea so this might change)
mountain: 6 to 7
-rain: 6 to 4
-phantom: 3 maybe 4
-dew: like six months to one year
maybe aether regresses haven’t thought much into it yet
Okay time to ramble
Swiss doesn’t regress a lot Aurora doesn’t either. phantom and rain are little a lot more then Swiss and Aurora but rain is often the one to take care off phantom and aether takes care of Swiss when he does regress all tho it’s more off just making sure he doesn’t get himself in trouble he’s pretty good by himself. Aurora likes to be around Ifrit but mostly cumulus and cirrus and sunshine they give her girls nights and it’s so cute! Rain likes to have dew take care of him. And mountain likes to stay with dew when he’s little. Swiss takes care of phantom a lot too. Aether and mountain are dews main caregivers
I can go more into it with hcs and maybe lil ficlets but writing isn’t my thing so well see
#comet rambles☄️#cirrus ghoulette#the band ghost#swiss ghoul#mountain ghoul#ifrit ghoul#rain ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#aether ghoul#sunshine ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#age regression#sfw agere
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A regressed Phantom and cg Aether thing for @bunidraws !!
Cw/tw? Mentions of impure regression and paranoia!
Since being summoned Phantom has grown attached to Aether, and Aether taught the poor thing everything he needed to know. Since being new causes him a lot of stress Aether introduced him to age regression and now it's their favorite thing to do together.
Every night Phantom finds his way to Aeth's room and they'll cuddle up together and Aether will sooth Phantom into the small headspace he needs, sometimes Phantom gets stuck if he's bad a hard day but Aether always tells him he's going to protect him and keep him safe.
Once fully regressed Phantom is all giggles, babbling to Aether about anything. Aether finds it amusing and really sweet and even keeps the conversation going so the little bug can be happy, that's his main priority.
"Yeah? Oh really? Nuhuh, what happened next, buggy baby?" And Phantom giggles and claps his hands in excitement, with Aether's help Phantom usually regresses to a very small age, but it's nothing Aether can't handle.
Aether got Phantom a custom pacifier that says "baby bat" on it and Phantom adores it, it's his favorite out of the bunch. Phantom also has an array of toys ranging from blocks, to stuffed animals, to plastic animals all thanks to Aether.
Phantom can sometimes have a paranoia episode when regressed but Aether holds him close and reassures him through it, once it's over they put on Halloween movies and cuddle the night away up until bedtime.
Please please please suggest more!! My comments and ask box are always open!!
#the band ghost#ghost band#aether ghoul#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#nameless ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#regressed ghouls#🐾 regressed ghouls
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we're back to your (ir)regularly scheduled happy regressed ghouls !!!
approx. 700 words of regressed aeon and caregiver zephyr under the cut, with they/them pronouns used for zephyr, and it/its used for aeon <3
“Are you comfortable, my little epoch?” The air ghoul’s voice rumbles in the quiet library. The only other sound to be heard is the crackling of the fire in the hearth and the broken, contented purrs of the little ghoul in their lap.
Aeon nods and buries its face even deeper into Zephyr’s chest, curled up in the air ghoul’s lap in a ball so tight that it’s a wonder its limbs haven’t begun to cramp up yet. It paws at Zephyr’s thigh as well as it is able to through the thick blanket covering them both and looks up at them with wide eyes. Its hand is barely able to reach the book resting there thanks to its strange position.
Zephyr smiles down at Aeon, loosening their hold around it to bring a finger up and boop its nose, making it giggle and purr even more loudly. “Is it story-time, small one? Would you wish for me to read aloud?”
Their questioning is met with a soft “Uh huh…” from the quintessence ghoul in their lap, and Zephyr can’t help but allow a purr of their own to kick up in their throat.
“You know,” they begin, picking up the book and rearranging Aeon in their lap as they do so, “this is not typically my favoured reading material.”
It’s true. At this time of year it’s more often than not that the old air ghoul can be found in the armchair with a book in front of the library’s warmest fire, doing their best to let the heat seep into their cold-stiffened and aching joints. Although, they tend to favour a lengthy Jane Austen, or perhaps an old, untranslated version of the Bible—the Christian one that is; the absurdity of the whole thing never fails to make them chuckle—over anything else, the colourful picture story book that was pushed into their claws by the eager, slightly sticky hands of the quintessence ghoul in their lap is most certainly outside of their regular sphere of interest. Alas, they couldn’t say no to it if they tried.
“Jus’ read da sdory, Dada.” By the sound of its voice, Zephyr can tell that Aeon won’t be awake for much of the sdory they’re about to read to it, but they sigh quietly and deign to prop the book up on their lap in such a way that if the little ghoul turns its head, it should be able to look at the pictures while Zephyr reads aloud.
Before they begin though, there’s one point they’d like to raise with the sleepy creature on their lap. “I didn’t know I was your Dada, epoch,” they muse, smiling down at Aeon gently.
It hums softly, rubbing its cheek against the fabric of Zephyr’s tunic, its purring kicking up a notch in volume as it does. “An’ my Mama.”
Sathanas. Zephyr doesn’t think they’re going to be able to handle much more of the adorable pile of ghoul in their lap without becoming uncharacteristically emotional. “And your Mama?”
“Mhmm.” It nods its head sleepily. “You gedda be bofe.”
“I get to be both? I must be very lucky.” The only response Zephyr gets from Aeon is another little nod of its head and a loose gesture towards the book. They chuckle softly. “Alright, my epoch. You want your story-time, I understand. Are you comfortable enough for your Dada-Mama to begin reading it for you?”
Another nod—and a small giggle at the phrase Dada-Mama.
“Perfect.” Zephyr readjusts Aeon’s position in their lap once again, holding the little ghoul close to them in a way that allows them to hold the book up with one hand and card gentle fingers through its hair with the other. It seems as if Aeon is content enough to leave its face under the blanket and buried in Zephyr’s chest rather than look at the pictures in the book, and when Zephyr looks down they can see it chewing on a fold in the fabric of their tunic, its loud and broken purring having never once ceased throughout the whole ordeal.
The air ghoul presses a chaste kiss to Aeon’s head, ensuring their own purr is audible to its blanket-enveloped ears, and begins to read.
#aeon ghoul#phantom ghoul#zephyr ghoul#regressed ghouls#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#husband ficlets
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A/N: I can’t get age-regressed ghouls out of my brain, so here you go! I don’t know if this is any good and my brain is kind of a mess. Please send in requests for anything to do with the ghouls, I need something to focus on. Enjoy :)
Regressed!Phantom + CG!Swiss.
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Swiss was sat on the couch, minding his own business as he flipped through a book he had been reading. His attention was suddenly flipped to the ghoul now stood in front of him, tapping his knee.
“Swissy?” A small voice speaks.
Phantom was stood in front of the larger ghoul, his hair a mess and one of his hands clutching a blanket. Swiss tilted his head at him, immediately recognising the look on the younger ghouls face.
“Oh hey there, sweetheart. Are you okay?” Swiss asked, his voice quiet and kind.
Phantom nodded, staring at the ground as he nervously chewed on his bottom lip.
“Are you sure, bug?” Swiss repeated, sitting up slightly to reach his hand out to Phantom, gently hooking his finger under the smaller ghouls chin.
“I had… had bad dream, Swissy.” Phantom mumbled, looking at Swiss with slightly watery eyes.
The multi-ghoul frowned, looking at Phantom.
“Oh dear, little one. Did you get scared?” Swiss asked with a gentle voice as he slowly stood to his feet.
“Y-yeah… I was big when I went to sleep, but woke up scared and little.” Phantom stuttered out, looking up at him as a tear rolls down his cheek.
“Oh, sweetheart. Do you want me to help you get back to sleep, hm?” Swiss asked, gently wiping Phantom’s tear away with his thumb.
“Pwease, Swissy.” Phantom pleaded, moving to outstretch his arms, his hands making grabby motions at Swiss.
The taller ghoul chuckled, not hesitating to pick him up. He wrapped one arm around Phantoms back, the other one supporting him under his thighs.
“Your room, Swissy. Mine is scary.” Phantom whispered quietly as he wrapped his arms around Swiss’ neck, snuggling against him.
#ghost#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#phantom ghoul#swiss ghoul#regressed ghouls#regressed phantom#phantom#swiss army ghoul#aeon ghoul#ghost agere
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need someone to write a short fic about phantom/aeon starting to regress while on stage and panicking. it goes to swiss, who thinks he wants to mess around, but he quickly smells the distress on the little ghoul and hugs them (taking inspo from the copious amount of videos of them hugging) and yeah.
i would but i am too scared to write fics 😔🤘
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caregiver! Nanook mood board
I actually love them so much!!!
#honkai star rail#hoyoverse#star rail#hsr nanook#aeon#hsr agere#sfw agere#sfw interaction only#sfw regression#sfw little
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Regressed!Phantom
Phantom is the type of kid to run without paying attention. He often lands in walls. Obviously afterwards he accuses the wall of having pushed him.
#ghost#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost bc#ghost ghouls#nameless ghouls#regressed ghouls#phantom#phantom ghoul#phantom ghost#regressed phantom#aeon#aeon ghoul#aeon ghost#regressed aeon#age regression#ghost headcanons#ghost band headcanons#samael headcanons
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the blanket in this post has got me thinking about little aeon and little dew...
it's technically aeon's blanket that cumulus knitted for them, but it's got stars that dew loves looking at when he's little because the remind him of aether <3 so when they're both little, aeon will toddle over to where dew's sitting on the couch with their blanket and clumsily wrap it around them both while they watch cartoons on the tv and dew quietly plays pretend with his plushies
they eventually fall asleep like that, all cuddled up nice and cosy under the comfy blanket, and mountain doesn't have the heart to wake them up to walk them to bed, so he picks the both of them up really gently and carries them both away to bed in his arms <3
#they're both just really cute and aeon loves dew so much :(((#ghostie headcanons#regressed ghouls#regressed ghoul headcanons#dewdrop ghoul#aeon ghoul
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basking in your glow
suburban legends, chapter ii
Heya! I didn't expect to actually finish chapter 2 today, but here we are wheee. My initial idea for this was a bit more kinky, with them having sex while Sunday's on the phone, but somehow it just went in this more fluffy direction. I'll probably recycle that idea for a different chapter. ^^
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pairing: sunday(hsr)/female!reader
tags: cockwarming, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, light age regression on reader's part, fluff, cuddling, creampie, soft daddy dom!Sunday, daddy kink, lots of pet names, oral (m receiving), orgasm delay/edging, short mention of childhood abuse/bad parenting, reader feels a bit insecure and Sunday reassures her, squirting
summary: sunday is working from home and you decide to try out cockwarming.
notes: this is a modern au, not set in the hsr universe but rather on earth as we know it. So no aeons and stuff.
this story will be published in an episodic format, meaning the chapters, though connected, can be read as stand alone one-shots.
words: 2.6k
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”How’s work going, honey?” You chirp from behind the kitchen window that separates this space from the living room.
You’re currently busy fixing some snacks for you and your husband, who is seated on the couch, staring holes into his work laptop. He seems bored out of his mind and has to hold up his weary head with one hand that’s resting on the sofa’s back.
Sunday looks up from the screen to meet your gaze, so fixated on it that his reaction time lags behind as if it took him a second to process your words.
“O-oh, sorry.” He sits up straighter and rolls his neck and shoulders a few times, wincing as he notices how hard and tight the area feels. “It’s just an e-mail kind of day. So nothing too stressful, just kind of tedious, y’know,” he finally answers you with a soft sigh. “Way too many of these are questions that are literally answered on our FAQ page…” he mutters.
"Well, in that case, it’s surely alright if you take a little break to reset, no?” You posit, tiptoeing over to him as you balance a large silver tray.
You bend down across from him to set down the thing, intentionally giving him a view of your cleavage that is being hugged nicely by the sundress you’re donning.
You’re equally eager to show off the array of snacks and refreshments you lovingly arranged. There’s some homemade lemonade and water, so icy that you had to set the glasses on a little dish to preven the droplets from drowning the crackers, veggies, cheese and fruits you laid out on the tray.
“Wow, thank you darling.” Sunday perks up at the gesture, voicing his appreciation as he always does. Even after all this time together, he never takes your love and efforts for granted, and neither do you.
He puts down his laptop and sets it on the low table. “It looks too good, how can I not take you up on that offer,” he purrs all the while grabbing you by the waist to pull you down on his lap.
“Hehe,” you giggle. You press a tender kiss to his cheek, then adjust your position so you can reach out for one of the glasses and a handful of grapes. You hand the glass to your husband and encourage him to drink up, noting how you haven’t seen him hydrate for the past half hour.
“Thanks, darling,” he says again, making sure to empty the glass before putting it down.
“Good, good.” You playfully bring a hand up to pat his fluffy hair. “I’m sure you must be hungry too, here.” You pluck a grape and bring it to his mouth. He envelops it with his lips and brushes against your fingertips in the process, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Gosh, he looks so fine right now, with his sleeves rolled up and shirt collar undone.
You’ve been in a more submissive, kind of needy mood all morning and have been watching the clock like a hawk in hopes that it’ll somehow speed up time and make Sunday wrap up work for the day.
But unfortunately it’s still only two o’clock. He probably won’t finish up for another three hours, but you’re glad he agreed to take a little break. At least you get to watch him as you catch up on housework or fill your time with hobbies, on days when he works from home, so you’re grateful for that.
And sometimes, on days like these, when he’s having a slow day, he’ll even indulge you and get frisky for a bit. So, you’re hoping that’ll apply to today as well.
But first you should let him catch an actual break and replenish his stamina. You’re a little hungry yourself and lean down to pick up some more food for him and you to enjoy.
The two of you stay like this for a good ten minutes, just enjoying each others presence and the earth’s bounty.
Tentatively you decide to broach the topic you’d been meaning to.
“Hey, Sunday…” You start, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head on his shoulder, legs still draped over his lap as he kneads soft circles into your thighs.
“Yes, angel?” he beckons.
“I was wondering if… if we could try that thing today? Since it’s a slow day ‘n all…” you ask in your sweetest lilt, the same one you used to test the waters with your moody parents when you needed them to do something they didn’t want to. Which, really, included almost anything relating to you.
Normally you’re the more assertive one when it comes to the sexual aspect of your relationship, but some days you feel like you’re back to being a shy little girl who gets rejected and chastised for any request she makes. And today happens to be one of those days. They’ve drastically decreased since you started seeing Sunday, but what goes up must come down sometimes, you suppose.
“Aw, baby,” he coos, bringing one hand up to cradle your face and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His gentle, loving, adoring gaze. “Why so shy today? There’s lotsa things you brought up recently so I need you to use your words, okay?”
You nod, eyes already starting to glaze over. “I guess I’m just a lil’ worried that you’ll be mad at me for bringing it up while you’re busy. That you’ll think ‘m too needy…” You pout, causing your words to come out more slurred.
“Know you wouldn’t, but still can’t shake the fear,” you sigh.
Before saying anything he leans down to place a tender kiss to your lips. “Baby… I’m sorry it’s that kind of day for you. Promise I won’t be mad.” He extends his pinky, silently inviting you to do the same and pinky promises you, causing you to loosen up and giggle.
“Alright, I’ll spill.” You sit up straight, exuding an aura of determination. “I wanna… sit on your lap while you keep doing what you need to. But naked. And you’re also naked. At least down there.”
“So that’s what my baby wants. Cockwarming, is it?” Sunday hums, and goes to pet your hair with one hand.
You nod fervently.
“Alright,” he chuckles, also sitting up straighter, “let’s get you out of these then, hm?” His other hand snakes up your thighs, encroaching on your clothed pussy. The hem of your dress rises up along with his hand, and he hooks your panties, now bringing his other hand down to make pulling them down easier. He slides them down all the way, but lets them stay hooked around one ankle, for no reason other than that he enjoys the sight.
And as if on cue, you can already feel him harden through his pants. You stare at the tent with glassy eyes as you reach out to rub your hand over it, again and again and again.
“Hmm baby,” he groans, bucking up into your touch.
However, Sunday only lets you pleasure him for a second longer before he grabs your wrist to still your ministrations. “You’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep that up,” he laughs.
He lifts you off his lap to stand up and pull down his own pants and underwear, letting them fall to a pile on the floor.
The sight of his stiff member springing free has you in a trance, mouth watering already. You’re tempted to put your mouth on him instead, but your pussy is even needier for it.
As soon as he sits back down you’re already scrambling your way over to his lap, eager to straddle it. He leans back against the cushions and brings his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down along his cock to slick it up.
It makes you whimper. “Ah- Sunday!”
“Shh, shh. Don’t mean to tease you angel, but it won’t be comfortable for you if I don’t do this,” he justifies, and repeats the motion a few more times before finally letting you line your hole up with his tip.
Greedily you sink down, taking him inch by inch, wiggling your hips ever so slightly. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing entirely on the sensation of him filling you to the brim.
Finally you arrive at the base, your bum relaxing on his thighs. He wraps his arms around your back to draw you in closer and lands a fiery kiss on your lips. You relax into it with a moan and can’t resist poking your tongue out, asking him to do the same.
He humors you and deepens the kiss, letting you enter his mouth and feel it out with your own tongue. You’re so turned on you can’t help that you’re rutting down, trying to get some friction on your clit.
“Mhmm, wait–“ Sunday pants and breaks the kiss. “Thought you wanted to sit on my lap all still and pretty, baby? Not gonna happen if you keep that up, y’know?” He tries to still your movement, stroking your back to calm you down.
“Hnngg I know…” you pant. “Sorry daddy. Was my idea, so I should stay true to my word.”
“That’s my good girl. Promise I’ll be done in two hours, then I’ll make you cum as much as you want, yeah?”
You nod. “Uh-huh.”
Sunday leans forward to pick up his laptop and plops it down to his right. He starts scrolling with one hand, the other still situated on your back as it rubs small circles into the flesh.
You settle down, resting your head on his chest as you watch him through half-lidded eyes. The way he tends to his work as if you weren’t right here, sitting on his cock, gets you all horned up. You hope he’ll be just as riled up by the end and takes you on the sofa.
Two hours pass much faster than you thought. Admittedly, you got up for a toilet break once and snacked on the food that’s just within reach, but still. Just cuddling with Sunday and watching him do his thing brings you immense satisfaction. He always compares you to a cat, with how much you love to just be in the same room as him and observe.
Finally, Sunday stretches his arms and rolls his neck, clueing you in on the fact that he’s about to call it quits for the day. Your pussy clenches on instinct, preparing for the promised release.
“Alright baby, that’s it for today,” he declares as he shuts off the small device and turns to look at you. “You did so well for me. So patient.” He purrs, leaning down to bury his nose in your hair.
“Hmm. Love you, daddy.” The words come tumbling out of your mouth as you’re feeling completely lovedrunk after basking in his embrace for so long.
“Love you too, bunny.” He pulls back to lock eyes with you. “Are you ready to cash in your reward?”
“Yes please,” you plead, stifling a moan.
Being pent up himself, he doesn’t let you tell him twice and begins to rock his pelvis up and down, tentatively.
“Let me take care of you, yeah? Just lean back and relax.” He gets up to swap positions with you, letting you lean against the cushions as he hovers above you. You wrap your legs around his waist eagerly, pulling him taut.
Your eyes roll back and your mouth goes to form an ‘O’ as he pistons into you, hitting that sweet, spongey spot at this angle. The sensation is heightened as you’re incredibly wet and sensitive from being stretched around him for so long. You don't think sex has ever felt this intense before.
“A-ah! Sundayyy!” you scream, clawing at his back to ground yourself. “F-feels different, feel like I gotta p-pEEE!” You go cross-eyed, mouth opening in a silent scream as you abruptly topple over the edge and spasm around him.
He stills to watch you come undone and make sure not to hurt you in your sensitive state. “Everything alright, angel?”
You pant and wheeze several times, trying to introduce air back into your lungs, before you answer. “Y-yeah. Oof.” Your chest is still heaving.
You crane your neck up to look at him, loosening your grip on his shoulderblades. “I thin- think I just squirted?” You quirk an eyebrow and let your eyes wander down to where you’re still connected to him. The bottom of Sunday’s shirt is a much darker shade than the rest, completely soaked by your fluids and you can’t help but let out a loud, pornographic moan at the sight. It’s too erotic.
He cups your cheek softly and once again gazes at you with tender admiration. “That’s my girl. That was so hot, I need to see you do that again,” he purrs as he leans in to give your forehead a kiss.
Your chest swells for a second, before you remember that he hasn’t finished yet. Your eyebrows scrunch together and you shake your hips, trying to egg him on. “Sunday…” You pout. “You didn’t cum yet.”
“Mmm I know. Didn’t want to overstimulate you.” He smiles.
“Well, I want you to continue.”
“Alright. You’re ready to go then?”
“Uh-huh.” You nod.
With that, Sunday draws his hips back, unsheathing his dick almost completely before rocking back into you and setting a steady pace.
You’re not expecting to orgasm again and you don’t need to as this is about him now. And yet, another coil starts to form in your belly, bringing you close to a second high.
“Oh god, baby I’m almost there.” He huffs. “Where do you want me?” Sunday asks, trying to slow down his pace so he doesn’t spill inside of you prematurely.
“Inside!” you cry out immediately. “Need you inside, Sunday!”
“Fffuck!” he stammers and stills, pelvis pressed flush against yours. His arms wobble and he lets some of his upper body weight come down on you, still careful not to hurt you.
You hug him close to you, his chest pressing down on yours, and run your hands through his hair as the sensation of his spend flooding your womb makes you come undone for the second time.
He pushes himself back up, pulling out slowly. Both of you wince, still sensitive.
“Hmm. That was so good,” you purr, satisfaction making its home on your face.
“Yeah,” Sunday pants. “We should do this more often,” he suggests.
You sit up on your knees, leaning closer into his crotch. You’re at eye level with his dick, watching it gradually soften and drip with a mix of your fluids. Your mouth waters at the sight and you can’t help yourself.
You lean forward to tongue at it, lapping up the spend carefully. “Hmm,” you hum.
Once you’re satsified you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You try to stand up but almost topple over and reach for Sundays arms to hold yourself up.
“Easy,” he murmurs and promptly lifts you up bridal-style. “Let me carry you, yeah? Let’s take a relaxing bath,” he suggests, but doesn’t actually stop to get your opinion on it. He heads up the stairs, going straight for the bathroom, and sits you down on the edge of the tub as he draws water for your joint bath.
“Hmm,” you hum, kicking your feet blissfully and rocking your neck from side to side as you still bask in the afterglow.
You’re looking forward to spending the rest of the evening just relaxing with your husband. Perhaps you’ll have takeout tonight, you decide on a whim.
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Based off this post. I hope I did your vision justice!!
He wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or why. But one second he was fine, performing normally and the next he felt like he could hardly stand with how overwhelming it was. He fumbled over the strings, his hand felt too big for him to move properly, his head was spinning and he could feel his brain turn to mush and leak out of his ears with each passing second.
He let out a distressed squeak as he messes up another note, he’s desperately trying to keep up but everything is so fast and he can feel his brain slowing a little more each time he tries to keep up. His guitar suddenly feels too heavy in his arms and he let’s out a cry feeling like he might drop it. Papa would kill him if he damaged it in anyway.
He sways on his feet, desperately trying to stay upright but all he wants is to drop to the ground and lie down and never get back up again until someone picks him up. His feels his heartbeat pick up, his breath catching in his throat as he feels panic run hot through his body like lava. He can’t regress now, not while on stage on front of everyone. He had a job to do, he had to keep playing but the fuzzier and fuzzier his head got the more he struggled.
He took several steps backwards, trying to get as far away from the screaming crowd as possible. His back hits something hard and he lets out a whimper at the stabbing pain that ripples through his back. He looks back, finding Swiss standing over him, smiling down at him with that creepy overly big smile.
Swiss taps the top of his helmet in time to the music like he always does, wanted a reaction pit of Phantom. But Phantom doesn’t react that way he normally does, there’s no patting his hands way, no playfully putting his fists up trying to be threatening. Instead, he puts his arms up, pouring behind his balaclava, the whimper he lets out Swiss can be heard over the music.
Swiss drops to his knees and Phantom wraps his arms around his neck. Swiss can smell him, smell the distress rolling off him on waves as he noses along his neck. Phantom whimpers again, his arms tightening around Swiss neck.
“What is it, bug?” Swiss whisper shouts into his ear. Phantom lets out a small sob, clinging to him even harder.
“Scared.”
He’s stopped playing at this point, his guitar hanging heavily off his shoulders. From the other side of the stage Dew fires them both an odd look when he doesn’t hear Phantom’s guitar playing beside his but Swiss waves a hand at him, essentially shooing him off.
“What are you sacred about?” Swiss rubs at his back.
“Loud.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh no.
He can’t be regressed right now. How did he even regress right now. Swissswallows his initial panic, not wanting to panic Phantom even more. He could handle this. They only had a few more songs then final bows to get through. Phantom could do that, even when regressed.
“Okay. That’s okay, baby bug. But you need to keep playing, okay? Just like we practiced, remember.”
Phantom pulls away from the hug, nodding at Swiss’ words. Swiss can see his puppy eyes through his mask with each flash of the spotlight. Phantom picks his guitar back up, his fingers plucking clumsily at the strings.
Phantom plays on autopilot for the rest of the show. He makes a lot of easy mistakes and misses a few marks but Swiss is proud of hard the he’s trying. He doesn’t move far from Swiss’ platform and he keeps looking back at him through the rest of the show. Swiss always gives him a reassuring thumbs up or a smile to let the little ghoul know he’s doing well even if he’s making mistakes.
After the show Phantom completely collapses backstage. He throws his guitar into someone hoping they catch it and falls to the ground with a sob. He sits on the floor crying until Swiss gently comes up to him and gently lifts him off the floor and onto his arms. Phantom wraps his legs around his hips, trying to rest his head on Swiss’ shoulder but lets out a whine as his helmet stops him.
Swiss let’s out a small laugh, reaching nip to undo Phantom’s helmet then his own. Phantom immediately buries his face onto Swiss’ neck, nosing at his scent glad and inhaling.
“What’s with the tears, baby bug? You did so so good.” Swiss bounces him gently on his hip.
Phantom hums and buries his face deeper into Swiss’ neck.
“So proud of you, baby bug. We’re all so proud of you.” Phantom let’s out a squeak at the praise, his arms tightening around Swiss’ neck. “Yeah. You hear that? We’re all so proud of you.” Swiss coos at him.
Swiss decides to skip his usual post show ritual and takes Phantom straight to the tour bus.
“Now, we can cuddled but you need to pick, my bed or yours?”
“Hmm. Yours please.” Phantom whispers to him. “Smells like you. Smells safe.”
Swiss feels his heart melt as he hugs Phantom closer to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “My bed it is then, baby bug.”
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Sane analysis of the descriptions of the two recent Myriad Celestia Trailers featuring Acheron. Below annotated are the description for the Acheron and Black Swan Dance video, and the Acheron backstory video:
The dual planets were intertwined in each other's tragic destiny, dancing an eternal rondo around a pitch-black great sun. In the beginning, one of the planets gave rise to humans. These people looked down, and named the land below "Izumo." These people looked up, and named the world above "Takamagahara."[1] One day uninscribed in the annals, the Yaoyorozu-no-kami descended from Takamagahara. These demonic beasts named Kami overturned the skies, burned the rivers and oceans, and shattered the land — People realized in horror that it was not an invasion for rulership, dominance, or plunder. The evil Kami came only to kill. As the planet stood on the brink of death, Izumo embarked on a Kami-slaying journey, exhausting the might of the entire country to slay the calamity "Sovereign of Revelation" and forging the very first Edict Edge using its bestial body. Giving the Kami a taste of their own medicine, the wielder of these swords can recite the mantra contained within the blade to master the divine power of Takamagahara, and use it to combat the evil Kami and save the masses.[2] From then on, Izumo started its long and arduous crusade, exchanging inordinate lives lost for the fall of one Kami after another, shattering countless mortal blades to forge the twelve Sentinels. In the merciless fight for survival, Izumo used the might of the Edict Edges to light up their uncivilized world of darkness in less than ten Amber Eras, building cities of dazzling neon lights. That distant Takama Divine Realm, once so far away, became so close within their reach — Yet history suddenly stopped there.[3] The existence of the two planets instantly evaporated, disappearing into nothingness. Nowadays, the past of the border planet Izumo can only be gleaned from the scattered whispers in the universe. Academics hold various views regarding its disappearance, but none can solve the mystery. Izumo's history should have been a long flowing river, but it was severed in one cut, and all its past and future voided on emptiness' other shore. Did it never exist, and was it no more than a fabricated story? Did its histories never occur, and it ran aground on the beach of reverse causation? Was it yet another appalling experiment by Dr. Primitive, or was it a sign of the Voracity returning from the end of the Cosmos? Only that pitch-black great sun knows the answer, yet THEY remain silent, never speaking.[1.1] Because everything that had happened will one day regress to the end, and everything that had ended is guaranteed to happen again. The universe undergoes an eternal recurrence under THEIR shadow,[1.2] and Izumo is nothing more than the footnote for an ellipsis.
Pinned comment below (although it's just a repeat of the last line of the next description):
The hobbling monk sings a dissonant tune, as those who hold the power of kami retreat towards divinity. Witnessed by the great sun, the land once known as "Izumo" stands bereft of its inhabitants — humans, oni, and kami alike — now vanished without a trace.
Notes:
[1]. Dual planets Izumo and Takamagahara part of a system whose star is a black sun. Izumo is the one with humans.
[1.1]. The black sun can be inferred to be IX, what with the capitalized THEY being used exclusively for Aeons, and the black sun being a black hole as the one we see Black Swan get traumatized by in the dancing video.
[1.2] However? Universe undergoes an eternal recurrence under IX's shadow? Not implausible, given that the total annihilations of the honkai might attract IX. But the recurrence part is what gives me pause. If IX thinks all is hopeless, why eternally occur?
Pioneer Diver of Dead Waters makes reference to an Orkron. We can rule Izumo out, so could this be the endonym of Takamagahara?
Perhaps unrelated, but the duel planet setup reminds me of LeGuin's The Dispossessed. But there one of the planets is actually a moon (I don't know how celestial bodies are classified). Just a parallel.
Black Dwarfs are theorized to exist. These would not be black holes though, merely burnt out 'normal' suns.
[2]. Yaoyorozu-no-kami, or simply Kami, described as demonic beasts, suddenly descended upon Izumo. Izumo is also the name of the person who forged the weapons that can kill the Kami. Can be inferred that the Kami are Honkai, through the Herrscher connections below. Honkai have different names across worlds: https://x.com/No9ah10_/status/1771043024904007706
Izumo slayed "the calamity 'Sovereign of Revelation' and forging the very first Edict Edge using its bestial body," implying a connection between Herrschers and the weapons forged from their cores. Sovereign = Herrscher, Edict Edge = Divine Weapon. This connection is further corroborated by the second video and description.
Here in the real world, Izumo is a Shintō religious center. (Mentioned in the wiki too; these people work fast.) Here for some more info: https://ancient-japan-izumo.com/
[3]. 'Uncivilized' is an interesting choice here, because the threat of honkai increases with the level of civilization. It's literally one of the first sentences in HI3. It is corroborated by the comics by the Pioneers, where Fu Hua specifically prevents CE exposure to PE technology for this reason. This is probably just pedantry, as civilization is relative, and the honkai has existed even during the time we would consider 'uncivilized', but it is noticeable enough to be worth pointing out.
Incredibly fast advancements in civilization could go a while without any real honkai interference, before facing a catastrophic event that instantly wipes everything out.
'World of darkness' is even more interesting. Is it metaphorical, referring to their primitiveness? Or is it literal, what with the black sun and all? This raises even more questions than it answers, but?
The dual planets were intertwined in each other's tragic destiny, and a dead song was scattered amongst the Cave Where Light Hid. The song had no beginning and no end, had no sound and no echo, came from no singer, and was heard by none. It thus uttered: Takamagahara endless like Izumo, for it was a paradise [1] perfect in its place. Yet the sky turned dark and the great sun pulled the tides [2], and the Kami left numerous trails as if migrating [3]. The Yaoyorozu no Magakami manifested and slaughtered without mercy, yet little did they expect their peerless authority to be stolen [4] and taken. Izumo broke seventy-thousand-and-thirty-three warrior's blades, forging the majestic Sentinels twelve in number.
The first was "Truth," forged with the slain Sovereign of Revelation. It allowed mortals to comprehend all laws and order, to dissect all things and to recreate miracles.
The second was "Sky," forged with the slain Eternal Zenith. It could turn the sky into walls and fortresses and pose obstacles for the Magatsu no Morokami's steps.
The third was "Howl," forged with the slain Almighty Thunder. It could summon lightning to tear the sky, and the soaring meteors and thunder dealt divine justice.
The fourth was "Mist," forged with the slain Everbreath. It could make winds break and shear the land, for gales to rage forever unceasing.
The fifth was "Frost," forged with the slain Heaven's Winter Cloak. It could freeze and still the very order of time, to create boundless frozen wastes and stretch one moment into eternity.
The sixth was "Fate," forged with the slain Spurned Sister of Mortality. It could make flowers bloom and cover barren graves, for life and death to dance in a cycle and dissipate.
The seventh was "Flare," forged with the slain Flamebringer. It could summon fires to burn down the very world, to torch the skies and to char the earth.
The eighth was "Thought," forged with the slain Wisdom Supreme. It could discern the past and future with the mirror of water, to tell truth from lies over years beyond reckoning.
The ninth was "Root," forged with the slain Father of Lands. It could command islands to float into the heavens, for mountains and valleys to burst before armies.
The tenth was "Form," forged with the slain Nether Lord. It could make the masses join in unity, for endless forms to ebb and flow as one.
The eleventh was "Bind," forged with the slain Omen Ward. It drove misfortune into a binding cage, for evil and demons to instantly vanish.
The twelfth was "Maw," forged with the slain Woes Eighty. It could corrode and age the very mortal world and make equal Kami and Oni, leaving an entity's four souls to be sundered in twain. [5]
Then the underworld was cleared out, the wars called to a halt, and the twelve blades broken and locked. In the emptiness the dead souls grew restless, and under the black sun two blades were forged as Bearers of the world's destiny.[6] One was named "Origin" and the other named "End," for all begun with humanity and shall end with Oni-kind. The sounds of lamentation ceased, and the dead flowers rose and fell. The losers returned to the void, and the winners… became null. The hobbling monk sang the song without a tune, for those who hold the power of Kami are walking backwards, towards divinity. Witnessed by the great sun, the land once named Izumo became completely devoid… of humans, Oni, and Kami.
Notes:
[1]. Takamagahara is described as a paradise, but also the place from with the Kami descended.
A once propsering civilization resided there, soon wiped out form the Honkai? Which then 'migrated' to Izumo?
[2]. This sentence I cannot make sense of.
Did the sky going black mean that the sun also went black, assuming it might not have always been so?
What tides did it pull? Did the star collapse into a black hole?
[3]. Left trails as if migrating is also a complete mystery.
Why 'as if' migrating? Why not migrating? Did they leave Takama, or enter Izumo, or leave entirely? The following sentence implies that they came to Izumo, but still.
[4]. Authority is a word very specifically used to refer to the power that the Herrschers wield. This paired with the direct parallels between the 12 swords and the 12 Herrschers, make a very good case that the Sovereigns are Herrschers, albeit not ones fighting for humanity.
[5]. Directly paralleling the Herrschers in order and ability. Crazy graph drawing the parallels: https://x.com/marisahonkai/status/1771067409988018236
[6]. 77,033 mortal blades -> 12 Sentinels -> 2 Bearers -> 1(?)
After the Bearers are forged, mention of "The world forged 77, 047 blades, but only one could save Izumo." That's 77,033 + 12 + 2 and a new blade. The final one. 'Naught' referred in the subtitles as 'Life'.
According to this comment, the mortal blade number is a reference to the Herrschers from GGZ: @duchong6213 If you listen closely, you can hear Honkai World Diva at 1:30 (dramatic ver.) 3:07 (slow ver.) "Izumo have 70,033 blades (ref GGZ total herrschers) and from them, they forged it again to make 12 Sentinel sword (ref HI3rd 13 Herrschers)." Cannot confirm, found referenced up until the 70th herrscher
From [2:48] and onwards:
Takama was surely as beautify as Izumo (before the Kami descended.)
Origin and End break each other.
Izumo forged these blades 'because of a lie. An end that never existed.'
Then she slashed the black sun with Naught, horns disappearing (oni-fication stopped?)
Possibly when she became an Emanator?
The slash from Pioneer Diver of Dead Waters and the slash here seem to be one and the same, further pointing to the fact that the black sun is IX. Then again, it might be a different one? Acheron can slash more than one black hole.
Questions remaining:
"Galaxy Ranger? No, I've made a grave mistake." Absolutely zero mention of Galaxy Ranger-dom in either account of Acheron's past.
The girl that tried to shoot her and presumably stood shoulder to shoulder with, thought…
However, Pioneer Diver of Dead Waters violently implies that Acheron's companion is Frebass (actually, it implies that Frebass' companion is Acheron, but I digress.) Frebass is a Nameless, so it's not a case of 'picking up the title of a dead friend'. They only journeyed for 30 days, so it might be a different companion.
WHO IS ACHERON AN EMANATOR OF????????? Torn between what everyone else is torn between: Finality and Nihility.
Who is the girl pointing the gun, the hobbling monk, and Ferbass?
Why is Acheron's memory so bad?
Why does she 'remember' us?
What the fuck is 'Naught'?
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