pet peeve: people who make lyric videos and put the lyrics in a weird font, colour and/or outline, or make the lyrics small
fuck you and your fucking aesthetic i came here so i could read the lyrics alongside the music, and you make them fucking unreadable??? you motherfucking-
pet peeve: people who make lyric videos and put the lyrics in a weird font, colour and/or outline, or make the lyrics small
fuck you and your fucking aesthetic i came here so i could read the lyrics alongside the music, and you make them fucking unreadable??? you motherfucking-
@iireniic asked:
š©ø (Aether and Scara)
BIG Ā , Ā LONG Ā GORE Ā / Ā HORROR Ā PROMPT Ā MEME Ā
061 Ā ā¦ Ā sensory deprivation
One way in which to break down a will as strong as Aethers, was to isolate them, completely. Cut them off from the world around them, become the only link to the physical world. It could be rather slow, rather tedious, but if he were to be honest, he was rather enjoying this power trip. To see the traveller suspended like he was, a thick hood tied around his head, blocking out all light and noise, his mouth gagged, so he couldnāt even break the pressing silence on his own, thin strings of electro energy holding him off from the ground, suspending him in the centre of the darkened room, cut off from all sensations. The energy was low enough, that a dull shock would only be felt whenever Scaramouche laid a hand against the threads - a silent little reminder to the traveller that he wasnāt as alone as he must begin to feel.
The periods of time to pass between these shocks varied. He wished to watch the way in which the travellerās fingers would twitch, how heād seem to sometimes try and shake off the hood he wore, twisting his neck now and then, trying to do anything to be free from the darkness and silence to press around him. Sometimes, he left Aether alone for hours - other times heād be nearby just watching. This hero from another world, this being that had struck down her from her ideal of eternity...at times he didnāt seem all that special. At others, he fascinated the Balladeer in a manner that no one had managed to do so for years now.
Another hour passed, before heād reach out, lightly running the tips of his fingers slowly down the traveller's spine, watching the way in which his body twitched in response, in which he seemed to try to lean more towards the touch - even as he pressed down harder, even as he started to hurt him, that need still seemed to be present, fingers twitching as Scaramouche reached up and gently tapped the tip of each of his fingertips. How cute. He was almost like some touch starved animal, desperate to feel anything...but not nearly desperate enough.
He wished to make Aether fear this darkness, this silence. For the traveller to understand that this would be the world heād survive within, if he were to foolishly try and turn against him. An exotic being from another world, was it really any wonder as to why he was so captivated? Why he wished to own him, in all the ways he could. A divine creation such as himself only deserved the finest things in life - and what he wanted, he would get. It was simply his right. Dragging his nails along Aetherās arm, he allowed his touch to linger for a few seconds longer, before withdrawing once more to the darkness, a sly smile forming at the weak whine to be heard in response.
@arathinaā asked:Ā āYouāre right, I donāt understand, yet. Will you help me?ā / ysayle MEME: Noticing Trauma Sentence Starters
Eyes were closed, breathing forced to be even despite the utter agitation and mixed emotions in which boiled and bubbled beneath skin; the sheer restraint in which he offered in regards to the torrent of uncertainty within his gut rather commendable.Ā
āI could not hope to know where to begin.ā Did he finally utter, eyes finally opening to stare upward and towards the sky; the clouds seemingly as uneven as himself.Ā āThe disorganisation of my thoughts plagues every moment of each day, and it grows only worse at night when left alone with little distraction.āĀ
{this is what happens when u have a group chat of only aether rpers and youāre constantly comparing how ur muses differ lmaoooo @wcyfarerā @goldentravlerā @happy i know ur here in spirit somewhere lmao}
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Traveler: Guys are hot, girls are hot. Why is everyone so hot???
Paimon: Global warming!
Traveler: I expected better from you
Childe: Thatās your fault
ćThatās inch-resting. He never thought his comrade was into that. ćGood for him, good for him.
I just watched Aether trying to hide from Dew behind a mic-stand on stage...
..Absolutley hilariousš¤£š¤£š¤£
u guys think i WANNA be attracted to childe. this mfer has me in a iron grip and he wont let go
@rxpertoireā asked:Ā "Ser Guerrique? You look feverish, are you feeling ill?" Zephirin frowned in concern over his comrade. [I want to embarrass them both]
He couldnāt have clenched his jaw any tighter if he tried; the inability to cool himself down despite standing within the snow in a rather thin tunic - and to be spied by his superior - - - well, it only added to the agitation of the entirety of the situation.Ā
ā...No.ā It was a short answer offered through bared teeth;Ā āIām fine.ā
risingsol asked:
"ā¦you did it again, didn't you?" There wasn't any accusation in the traveler's voice despite his words though, only a slight guilt that hung on his frame as he regarded the yaksha. For all of Xiao's merit, the other had done a pretty good job at playing it off - if not for the fact that Aether had become a little better at detecting when the other had used his ability to eat the nightmares that plagued him occasionally, he wouldn't have been able to tell. After all, it had taken him some time before he realized that his sleep was all the much better when he spent the night at the Wangshu Inn compared to anywhere else. With a sigh, he beckoned over the adeptus, waiting until Xiao was close enough before extending out a hand, cupping one of Xiao's cheeks in a gentle caress.
"You don't have to do this every time, you know." Fingers ran carefully along the yaksha's jawline, down towards the bottom of his chin before tracing down the line of his neck - as if following the path that a meal would make down his throat. "You already carry so much - I don't want to add to it." His palm flattened out against the center of Xiao's chest, warmth of his hand pressing into the other's frame.
"ā¦thank you."
At first he said nothing, waiting for Aether to elaborate on just whatĀ āagainā he was talking about, though the Yaksha was already well aware. He had first noticed Aetherās discomfort shortly after they had first met, sensing the heavy burdens and darkness that weighed on his heart, though it had taken him some time before he decided to do something about it.
It wasnāt anything as drastic as some might feel, at least not at first, but the longer they had spent time together, the more Xiao got to know and understand Aether as more than justĀ āthe Travelerā, things had changed.. A sort of selfish desire to help him in any way he could took hold. It started with his offer, to be there when Aether called for him.. but even that quickly shifted to something more, something more tangible, and immediate.
ā..It was my choice,ā he spoke plainly, as though it was simply a matter of fact.
āYou carry the burdens of others everywhere you go, donāt think I havenāt noticed. Iāve seen you, always being brought one way or another, barely taking any time for yourself.ā Some could say he was calling the kettle, but their duties in the end were vastly different from one another's.
Xiao leaned into his touches, and although his body was aching he hid it well; nightmares were dark and vile with a horrid and stale taste.. but if it was for Aether, he would swallow it down and purge it as he would with any evil. Anything to make his weight even just the slightest bit less difficult.
āI want you to find rest and peace here. Even if this is the only place that offers you such in all of Teyvat. If I can do that for you, I consider it a debt repaid for all that you have done for me. I would do more, if I could.ā
He allowed his eyes to close, focusing on the warmth that spread from Aetherās palm - the familiar healing warmth that never failed to soothe his pain and bring comfort to his wounded soul almost instantly. Over time, the longer he spent by the Travelerās side, the stronger he would become.
He would destroy any evil in his path, should Aether desire it..
Sorry for repetition but tags in my postsĀ tags live their own lives....
Text in last post which i deleted: Ā /This is art i drew last year, but i want show it because it really cool look 0_0/
Iāve been adding onto my little series of Ghoul plushies, and recently I finished making Swiss ! As usual heās over on my Twitter here !!
Other Ghoul plushies made by me - Dewdrop / Sodo and Aether
risingsol
You think if we all stand on each other's shoulders, we can reach Celestia and make 'em send us away-
āThereās certainly enough of us.. It just might work.ā
@drolliic caring way too much
This may as well be one of the... well, not stupidest, he's worried about the Fatui he's met in the mines dying while actually being ( having been? ) on good terms with the locals. It's certainly however not the brightest idea he's had either as he tries to find any clue of where Childe may be.
It takes some time before Aether finally finds out his whereabouts, feet carrying him over to the other until there's just a small distance left between them. "I'm sure you've heard that the Chasm reopened the other day. There are..." how does he even approach such subject? How does he make his concern not sound fake? "There are people, your people, still down there. Not many of them, though. If they make it to the surface alone, the Millelith won't hesitate to arrest them no matter what they say." if he hurries, he should make it in time. Though make no mistake, this kind of thing won't happen a second time.
Heās just out here minding his own business trying to recover from his latest failed mission. Though, can it really be considered failed? He certainly played his part! Even if that part was to be a chesspiece, used and manipulated by-- Well, no use dwelling on it now, right? Heās a warrior after all, a fighter, he doesnāt do research missions.
Seeing Aether again is such a breath of fresh air. He smiles as he spots the other, giving him a little wave and promptly frowning when he sees the otherās serious expression.
āThe Chasm?ā Confusion takes over his features as he listens to the other explain whatās going on. Back then Liyue wasnāt under his jurisdiction, but heās heard about missing Fatui in the caves. As far as he knows, theyād all been pronounced dead a while ago.
Theyāre still alive, after all these years? And of course heās the one to blame that they will be punished for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Well, that just wonāt fly, will it? Heāll have to take care of this mess and free his people. A rescue mission, eh? Well, thatās the closest heāll get to his actual job for a while.
āThanks for letting me know, comrade! Leave it to me, Iāll have them freed in no time!ā He gives Aether a confident pat to his back.
Time to pull some strings and be the influential Harbinger heās supposed to be. Gods, he hates politics, but he hates abandoning his people even more. Itās a small price to pay to save those who still believe in the Tsaritsa, who havenāt given up after all these years.
āDonāt worry, Iāll have them on a ship back home soon, just you wait.ā
