#comet canons

[iamthecomet]

Comet I am begging you to say more about dew eating pussy. Pls. For me

Wrath, for you my dear? Anything. Look. I just think he really fucking loves it.

He's ravenous for it. It's his favorite thing. Does he like sticking his dick in people? Duh. Does he like getting fucked? Also duh. But Dew'd give it all for eating pussy if he had to pick. And like, it's just as much for him as the other person. Dew's one of those "you're done when I'm done" guys. Has to have his fill. Wants to bury his face in it, wants to smell it on himself later. Can't fucking get enough. And he's thorough, a perfectionist in this just like everything else. Takes this as seriously as he takes a guitar solo. He takes his time. Gets it right. Know how everyone likes it best, knows how to crook his fingers just right, and how much pressure to use with his tongue, and just where to lick and stroke that will get the best reaction. Genuinely, I think his two favorite places are on stage and having someone sit on his face.

[iamthecomet]

I forgot to put it in my tags, probably because I was still suffering immensely, but Dew calling Aeon "his"??????!?!?! Do you even UNDERSTAND what that fucking "Mine" did to me?????

Why am I asking, of course you know, you know damn well how I feel about Dew's relationship with Aeon, you know damn well how I feel about Dew deciding that's his annoying little shit

Respectfully, fuck off, how dare you, never speak to me or my Dew/Aeon headcanons ever again (please continue to talk extensively)

In response to this. Well fine, Mal, I meeaannnn fuck, if you never want me to talk about Dew's posessive streak again I'll guess I'll just show myself out..... I am never ever shutting up about this. Do you think it was like ownership at first sight? You know, love/lust at first sight but for Dew's posessiveness? Saw that little shit appear in the summoning circle and thought "Oh...oh that one is mine"?

Their dynamic is so important to me. It's one of those where if it was any other two people it would be toxic as fuck but somehow it's exactly what both of them need so it's not? You get me?

And I love to think that Dew alternates between being sort of sweet about it and borderline creepy. Like I could come up with an entire slow burn plotline for Dew just being soft dom/possessive about Aeon for months without Aeon really catching on. Like, he's a little bit more protective than the others--sure but Dew's also just kind of like that...right? And Ok, yeah somedays it feels like Dew is around every fucking corner. Eyes on Aeon. But...that's coincidence right? And yeah Dew doesn't suggest things to Aeon, he tells him. Like Aeon is his to command. But again, it's Dew. He's bossy that's like...his thing. Aeon's just reading into things, obviously, still getting used to pack dynamics. It's nothing. Oh, Aeon, sweet baby. That ghoul has claimed you. Better watch out.

[iamthecomet]

Thinking about the Abbey having its own glamor. To clergy members, it's stately, gorgeous. The grounds filled with manicured gardens and greenhouses, a hedge maze, immaculately maintained courtyards and stone paths. It's a a hulk of a building, a maze in and of itself. Wing after wing sprawling out into the grounds, with big stained glass windows and slate roofs, and big heavy wooden doors that shine in the sunlight. But to the uninitiated. The locals. The Christians. It's a ruin. The lake returning to swamp, filled with muck and weeds and monsterous rumors. The stone paths shot through with weeds. The gardens over flowing. The greenhouses just twisted metal and broken glass. And the Abbey? It's dangerous. The front door swings on it's hinges. There are gaps in the roof that let sunlight and rain and ivy in. Stained glass windows lay in shattered ruin on the chapel floor. Those sprawling wings are a mess of rotten wood, and crumbling stone. And if all of those things weren't enough to keep the riff-raff out, there are the rumors. The ghosts. The phantom hands on shoulders. The disembodied whispers. The shadows. The ghouls, always just out of sight. Protecting their home. Their people. And when fear isn't enough? When some humanity leans into that stupid bravery they're so proud of? Well, it's easy to make death look accidental in a place like this.

[iamthecomet]

Swiss "can fall asleep anywhere" ghoul vs. Rain "needs a very specific set up to fall asleep at all" ghoul.

[iamthecomet]

Mountain getting high on poison he use to kill needs a fanfic too but im not here for this...

Plus i always imagined mountain being the best at hunting on earth (because mist is the best in water) with something like he being so silent and knowing woods as his habit

Im here for nightmare hunter Aether!

Please i promise to not get scared but i need you to elaborate Aether hunter...

I wrote Mountain poisoning his victim here! (Also featuring rough sex with Sunshine, fair warning).

ANYWAY since the people want to know about Aether, here are some of my thoughts (I will write the whole fic someday, just like I WILL write the one about Swiss corrupting a priest and eating him...I mean uhhhh)

Also tagging @askingforthesun since Mal DM'd me asking for this too ♡.

So, Murder Ghoul Aether.

-I think Aether's true form is barely solid. Sort of wispy. Can fade into the shadows. Can slip his, semi-solid fingers deep into bodies and pull out still beating hearts.

-Aether's favorite way to feed is less of a real hunt and more like....a spider. He waits for food to walk into his web.

-His web being his general, care-taking demeanor. He's the nice one. The trustworthy one. Siblings aren't afraid of him. They should be.

-He has a spot--a lair--in the basement where he keeps his catches. He doesn't kill right away, see. He draws it out. He feeds off of their emotions first. Whichever one's he's craving, until they're empty. Until he has had his fill on their memories and their fear. Only then, does he feast.

-he uses quintessence to keep them compliant. And maybe it's a mercy that they aren't aware of where they really are. But he is also digging through their memories. Finding triggers. Pulling strings. Toying with their brains, feasting on their lives. Forcing them to relive their worst moments. To think their worst fears have really come to life.

-He tends to draw it out for weeks. He sucks them dry of every thing he can find. He loves to make them last. To savor them.

-the flesh and blood are more of a necessity than a want. The real pleasure comes from the manipulation. The fear. The thoughts. Those are the delicacy.

-he sometimes shares his meals with the ghouls who like the blood more. A handful of them won't take him up on it--the meat tastes too much like quintessence and not everyone likes it.

-he's very delicate with how he does it. Graceful even. He has perfected the art of this. He's training Aeon to do the same.

-bonus Aeon lore: Aeons favorite hunting method (so far) is to make his prey think they're being chased by the thing they're most afraid of. He loves the taste of fear and quintessence mixed together.

[iamthecomet]

what if ghouls aren't actually nameless but they don't use their real names cus of that thing where if someone knows your Real name they have power over you? so they get "earth names" when they're summoned

anyway, Omega telling Terzo his real name (it's a trust thing and probably the least wise thing to do)

Oh OH NO. Oh Omega. I adore this headcanon and it is giving me THOUGHTS (both sexy and angsty, as is tradition). Omega whispering it into Terzo's ear late one night when they're wrapped around each other, half asleep. Saying it again, into Terzo's hair as he sleeps with his head on Omega's broad chest. Working up the courage to say it for real--deciding the risk is worth the reward. Terzo has given him everything--he wants to give him something too. And I think, Terzo doesn't betray that trust. Of course he doesn't. He keeps that name locked up tight against his heart. He whispers it in quiet moments. In moments where pleasure breaks open and he can't keep it in anymore. Omega moving above him. Terzo reaching up to cup his hand against Omega's cheek, his name breaking over kiss swollen lips.

Terzo will never use the power he holds over Omega in betrayal. Will never hurt him with it--or ask anything of him he wouldn't freely give. But, in the end, someone else learns it. Who knows if it's Terzo's fault. Did he write it down? Say it too loudly in the throes of passion one night? Or is it just because Sister has spies everywhere, and there are no secrets in the ministry?

And all it takes is a well timed whisper. Omega's name spoken back to him in an unfamiliar voice, and everything crumbles.

[iamthecomet]

Mostly vegetarian Mountain.

The only meat he eats is human.

[iamthecomet]

Mountain likes to bake cookies and one day he made his weed cookies too strong. Dew ate like 5 and was so high he asked cumulus and cirri to catch the clouds for him and put them in a jar

Oh my god but WHAT IF THEY COULD THOUGH? Like Dew laying on his back in the grass on a warm spring day with Cirrus and Cumulus, watching clouds. They're all stoned. Mountain's cookies are legendary. And Dew's pointing at clouds, mumbling about what he sees in them when he suddenly turns to Cirrus, eyes wide and stupid. "Can you catch them?" And I mean--maybe they can't really pull clouds of the sky--but they can recreate them. Cirrus is off to find a jar (she just ducks into Mountain's garden shed--he deserves a little theft after what he's done to them) and comes back with a big mason jar. Meanwhile Cumulus is sculpting a cloud between her hands, pushing and pulling at it to get the shape right. Dew tries to help--it looks like cotton candy so it should be tangible, but his fingers just go right through it. Earning a laugh from Lus--air magic--she reminds him. She lets the cloud float into the jar once it's done. And the three of them spend the rest of the afternoon making a little sky of their own inside this jar. Dew supervising their cloud creation to make sure they get it just right. After, that jar lives on his shelf of things in his room, cloud eternally floating around in their makeshift sky.