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Call me Aethon. This is mostly meant as a place to post stories and ramblings. Expect occasional Homestuck. (Profile pic a Sentret drawn by the coolkid over at http://coupez-moi.tumblr.com/ )

[aethon]

maybe a way to get lost posts?

@thebibliosphere I know some people have used the Wayback Machine to get posts from their blogs when Tumblr deleted the blogs incorrectly.  Maybe it can help you get at least some of the posts that Tumblr deleted?

[aethon]

Small gift wishes

I've been lurking like a cat on the doorstep enjoying the warmth from your hearth.  So it's only fair to try to add some wood to your fire when it's running low.

I hope your night is calm.  I hope it's warm without being hot, and that the stars and moon bring a cool breeze with them to make the greenery whisper gentle shushings.  I hope your brain is kind to you when it looks over how your day went, and that even if it's not, that the rest of you can be proud of taking care of yourself and being strong in a painful and exhausting time.  I hope you know that you give a good example for people and give people hope by following your own advice to take breaks and take care of yourself just as much as you do by giving that advice.

I hope someone is nearby that loves and treasures you, and that if there isn't, there will be soon, or that it's easy to reach out to one.  I hope even when your brain and body are yelling at you, you always know with absolute surety that such people exist, and that you deserve and actively earn their love and appreciation.  I hope that your time with them is peaceful and renewing, whether that means little habits that you've built up together to form reassuring nightly rituals, or if it means spontaneous kindnesses and distractions, like popcorn or shows to watch or your favorite drink, chilled or hot just the way you like it.  I hope it's easy to let the things that worry you fade away a little bit tonight, that nothing is happening that's urgent, and that the world will give you this swath of time just for you.

I hope your body is as quiet as it can be when you want to sleep, that tight muscles ease and racing thoughts slow.  I hope your bedroom stays at whatever temperature you like best, as dark, dim, or bright as you prefer, and that all your favorite nighttime noises are in the background while you drift off (even if your favorite nighttime noise is silence).  I hope your sleep is deep and restful.

And I hope when you wake tomorrow you feel restored, and your body is ready to be alert whenever you want to be alert.  I hope you have the time to have a nice morning drink or meal as sleepily or brightly as you please.  I hope your day passes even better than I hope your night did, and that the next night and day outdo the last.

@thebibliosphere (Ignore or enjoy as desired, I dunno if things like this are helpful for you or not.  The goal is whatever’s easiest for you.)

[aethon]

@notavodkashot

[itsureisjapan]

like i am finally gonna finish my laundry and my damn room will be clean within the next day or so and i wanna post about my apartment and neighborhood, but if you wanna know about like… food, shops, ppl, school, idk, anything, send me an ask

[aethon]

I tried to send an ask, and got a message saying the page doesn’t exist.  Are you sure you have asks turned on?  Also, tell us where you live so I can send you things!  (Or tell me in an ask or something.  How can I give you girl scout cookies without it?)

[aethon]

Askbox Shenanigans: Scritches and Comfort

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Look ma!  No smut! Anyway, another headcanon request, this time for DaveKat (amongst other pairings).  It figures that the one time I write a fluffy, non-sexual, comfort piece, it's the pairing that isn't firmly rooted in taboos and kinkiness.  Dave and Karkat's actions feel a little bit off at the end, but it's a stress relief fic, so I didn't feel like overthinking it.

[aethon]

Askbox Shenanigans: Recording a Musical Instrument

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The request was for alpha Dave and Dirk this time, so...yup.  Written while listening to Satisfaction by Benny Benassi and Six Days (Remix) by DJ Shadow and Mos Def.  The DJ name references Dave/John, because I like to think that even though in that universe they've never met, he still gets flashes of memory sometimes of something he's lost.

Apparently anonymous porny things are really good stress relief.  Good to know.

[aethon]

Askbox Shenanigans: Puppeteering

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I wanted things to write about, and someone I follow asked for stories about Bro and Cal.

Edit:  Whoops!  Sorry.  Readmore'd.

[aethon]

Getting Out the Words

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This one kinda came out of nowhere.  I've been experimenting with creating characters recently, and I kept wanting someone who felt more alive and drew in the reader more than what I'd been coming up.  I'd also been reading Bleach, and was trying to figure out what made the random phrase they'd used to start a chapter seem so deep.

I didn't actually realize this was anything other than an idle, creepy love poem for him until I hit the line about him wanting her to have solace and rest.  As a result, the poem's probably really choppy and doesn't work well, but since he's writing for himself and just to get his thoughts on paper, I figured it works well enough.  Most of my poetry works the same way, so it's realistic enough.

For the record, I've no idea what she's so upset about.

[aethon]

Tango Attitudes

[aethon]

Opposites

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This was poking at the idea of opposites clashing in a relationship, though it's a bit of an extreme situation.  I also tried to put in a bit more characterization (for my narrator, at least) than simply using the words that came to mind.  I'm going to need to work more on that in the future, as both characters still strike me as extremely one-sided.

The piece was written in about half an hour, give or take a few minutes.  I hope to do some more of these speed pieces in the future.  Topic suggestions are always welcome.

Today's song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onRRBFi9PCY

[aethon]

Papergirl

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This was a 2:00am, self-indulgent doodle.  The main purpose was just to spit out a certain idea, which required a small intro, which required a conclusion, which became a story and left me with this.  It's meant to come across like one of those indie, artsy films with queer designs and soft colors and no dialogue.  Hopefully you know what I mean.

Written with this on repeat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=on1hmcma0h0

[a-stands-for]

Drunk writing #1: chatlog

No way am I spending the time it would take to edit out all the “User so-and-so has opened the document” and “User whatzisface has left” messages.  I trust you all can glaze over them. :P

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[aethon]

Anon 523 over here.  Once again, this was awesome.  Thank you a-stands-for for doing it!  :D

[aethon]

Short Shot: Staring Out to Sea

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You know how artists do 20 minute speed sketches for practice?  This was an attempt at doing that with words.

Inspiration was from a picture on Dodostad's tumblr: http://dodostad.tumblr.com/post/21673219202/so-maybe-sometimes-dirk-gets-a-big-blanket-and

And the song Friend of the Night by Mogwai.

[aethon]

Breaking Point

[Everyone's trapped on the asteroid AU, John's POV, sadstuck]

[aethon]

Short Shot: One Bad Decision

TG: good job.  you got the legendary dj stridenasty himself to actually admit to being anything less than perfect.  youve no idea how horrified my fansll be to hear this.  forcing this out of me might just break their fragile little minds.  but i did it.  for you.  can we go back to things being normal again now? EB: admiting you screwed up isn’t an apology, dave, and i’m not forcing anything out of you.  actually, can we not focus on you right now?  because i kind of don’t care what your nonexistant fans think.  believe it or not, my day was pretty horrible, and i don’t feel like dealing with your crap right now. TG: goddamn it.  look egbert im sorry okay?  i was just palling around i didnt think youd take it seriously or anything. EB:  stop.  you’re still not getting it.  i don’t care that you kissed me, okay?  no, i’m not gay, and you know, if things’d gone differently maybe i’d be apologizing to you for this.  but the problem is that you didn’t ask, and you didn’t just kiss me, but you decided to make it into some big thing where the whole cafeteria could watch and laugh at me! EB:  you’re cool!  no one cares what you do!  i’m betting the worst that came out of this for you was a couple of jokes about how there were other men in the sea or something!  but i’m going to spend the rest of the schoolyear with people either calling me a fag or saying i’m a jerk for not “letting you down more gently”.  the rest of my school year is effectively hell. TG: people dont actually do that egderp EB: tell that to everyone in my last three periods.  i’ve gotta go set the table for dinner.  i’m not going to be back on later.  goodbye, dave. TG: wait john! —ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 18:25— TG: fuck.

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Writing for teenage boys online makes my spellcheck horribly unhappy.  Anyway, this is what happens when people ask for askbox drabbles and I’m not in the best mood.  I decided it was too cruel to send something as depressing and resolution-less as this as a gift, so it’s got a different label and it’ll go up here instead.

For future reference, “Short Shot” is going to be my label for small works that don’t fully flesh out their ideas and aren’t submitted via askboxes.

[aethon]

Askbox Shenanigans: Buying a Rainbow

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More askbox stories.  This one was for a very different type of tumblr.  A little more thought went into the work as a whole, instead of taking it section by section, and it's not quite as personalized as my other one.  I might try more stories for this person in the future to see if I can do a little better.

[aethon]

Askbox Shenanigans: Gamzee and Karkat

Under the night sky, far from the town, Karkat finally let himself relax onto Gamzee's lap.  It had been... what, four days?  Four days since he last slept.  A gentle hand smoothed down his hair, stroking around his horns with spindly fingers.  Four was wriggler's play, he could go longer, easy, but when he opened his mouth to say so, Gamzee's other hand covered it quickly.  "Shoosh, little bro."  A soft finger idly traced his lips.  "No need to get your pride on up here.  It's just us two."

There was a rustle as Gamzee shifted his weight, and then the finger pressed deeper, along the middle of his tongue. Slowly, it was pulled back, scraping slightly against his teeth. He thought he could hear a sigh as it was pushed forward again, this time deeper than before. Gamzee continued his slow thrusts with one hand while the other traced its way over Karkat's ribs, a gentle pressure first at his side, then his stomach. When Gamzee's hand reached the top of Karkat's jeans, a second finger joined the first.  The hand teasingly scraped along a sharp hip bone, drawing a curved line downwards.  Despite his best efforts to hold still, Karkat shuddered.  Gamzee bent in half, kissing him on the top of his forehead.  "Let it go, bro.  No one's gonna get their gander on while we're here.  A motherfucker's just safe to be whoever he wants to be."  This time it was the palm of his hand that slid along the sensitive skin. Karkat struggled to keep his breath steady as a line of drool escaped his mouth along with a quiet moan.  Reaching blindly towards Gamzee's other arm, he pushed the hand lower, until it reached his bulge. When the thin fingers wrapped around him, he couldn't stop his hips from thrusting. The hand promptly let go. "Nah, I'm in charge here. You just lay down right there and enjoy it.  No, and whining won't change nothin'." He lay still as the fingers in his mouth massaged his tongue. "Better." Finally, the hand closed around him again.  It slid up, pausing while a finger caressed his tip, then slowly back.  Karkat shuddered. With the fingers persistently thrusting into his mouth and the hand stroking his painfully hard bulge, Karkat felt himself whining quietly, and he couldn't stop.  The hand took a moment to cup his shame globes, squeezing gently, pressing upwards maddeningly, before returning to his bulge.  He tried to beg Gamzee to move faster, but around the fingers it simply came out as drool and louder moans.  Still, his message got through.  "All right, since you're bein' so good and all." Things slowed as a third finger slipped past his lips.  As his saliva coated it, the pace increased and the fingers pushed deeper into his mouth.  His bulge was gripped firmly, and this time Gamzee didn't stop him when he began thrusting into each stroke, making them faster, stronger.  He forced his eyes open and saw Gamzee's grin.  "Come for me, motherfucker."  And he did.

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This is one of the aforementioned askbox stories.  Typos have been fixed and a repeat due to askbox troubles has been removed, but it's the same besides that.