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HEAR ME OUT, OMEGA AND AETHER PRESSING THEIR TUMMIES TOGETHER FOR PHANTOM TO PATHETICALLY FUCK
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SWISSY!
I think Swiss likes decorating himself as much as he can (jewellery, braids, hair accessories, etc.) to look pretty for his 5 boyfriends and 4 girlfriends.
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Here’s my contribution to Mountain Monday.
Made in picrew
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Made Phantom in Picrew!
I’m obsessed with the fanart where he has vitiligo, so buggy has it in my mind.
This is going to be a series, so keep an eye out!
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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
please, please and please.
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They're so adorable 🩵💜
Did I mention my favorite band?
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no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly
I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.
because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).
And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.
It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.
so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.
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Please do! 🩵💜
yk what i hate though. is when i find a meme and im like THIS IS SO [cool intimidating mutual i never talk to] I SHOULD SEND IT TO THEM but then i remember ive never talked to them ever and so i cant just like give them a meme out of the blue and so the meme just withers and rots in my camera roll 😔
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FERAL DISASTER
Signs and their months on an alignment chart
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Oops fixed it.
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Rant under cut about nameless ghouls and association with the person playing them under cut
(I don’t directly name anyone, but it’s about Dewdrop’s name and the slight ‘controversy’ around it)
So I was going through the fandom wiki for Nameless Ghouls because I was trying to make sure I had everyone for a chart I did and
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I don’t really give half a shit for what you call the ghouls, but literally dismissing Dewdrop entirely??? That does lowkey upset me
I know the whole Papa called Dew “Sodomizer” on stage thing, so like eh whatever, but still. I do my best to separate the ghoul from the actual person, and this just annoyed me.
Like if you call him Sodo, whatever. That’s what you call him. Just like Aeon/Phantom or Victory/Stratus/Sunshine or whatever yall got going on. They’re fictional. It’s up to you.
However, the actual performers aren’t fictional, and it’s a little odd when they’re brought into the fictional part.
Even on the page that’s just centered around Dewdrop, Dewdrop is only under Aliases.
And even when people justify it as “oh he isn’t a water ghoul anymore, why would we associate him with that name?” Y’all didn’t give Delta a different name even though he switched to rhythm guitar from bass, so why are we changing Dewdrop’s name? Like is that not the same concept?
Idk I just find it odd that he’s not even referred to as Dewdrop on the wiki page (which I’m aware is changeable - it’s still annoying in my opinion)
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Oh! I am wounded. 🩵💜🥺
do you think anyone taught phantom that when he takes away pain from someone (like a headache and such) he need to let it go into the void or do you think he kept taking away everyone's pain and keeping them for himself? thinking that they all know and ask him to do it because they know he won't say no to this? maybe it's a punishment that he isn't aether?
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Everyone talks about Phantom being compared to Aether. Thinking he’s only a replacement.
But what about Rain?
Mountain asking for help in the greenhouses “Dew- uh Rain. C’mere.”
Siblings cutting themselves off when they realise Rain is talking not Dew.
Dew being the only one who calls him his name. And they’re fighting.
Rain sitting in the garden early in the morning or sneaking Dew’s old bass to feel more connected to his predecessor because everyone misses him right?
So maybe Rain could just… be Dew?
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I am not ready for this at all 🥹
Listened to too much Noah Kahan today and had *thoughts*. So, now I have a google doc named "Troubled Sign Sequel (God damn it why are you like this)".
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Going Down
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Aether/Dewdrop
No warnings
Fluff + Hurt/Comfort
Summary : Dew has a rough show. Aether makes it better.
Read on AO3 or below the cut
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Ache burns through Dewdrop as they take final bows. His knees and back. Even his fingers, long hardened by callouses, ache deeply. The cut that still bleeds slowly, doesn’t help take his mind off things.
He storms from the stage when Aether’s grip can be extricated.
Rain reaches for him, and Dew narrowly avoids being held up.
In the dressing room, he tears through his bag for a bandaid for this fucking cut that hasn’t stopped bleeding in an hour.
“Dew, love…”
He spins to see Aether pressing the door closed.
“What?” He says, attempting to conjure some venom in his tone. Just to be alone for a moment to suffer.
“Does it hurt?” Aether asks, kneeling.
Dew freezes up and regrets tear through him.
“Not much.” He whispers.
Aether coos softly, kneeling beside Dew. “Lemme see? Your guitar’s covered in blood.”
Dew held up his finger, blood sluggishly dripping down his knuckles.
Aether’s brow creases. “Oh, love.” He breathed.
Dew’s eyes water against his will, hating his vulnerability as Aether unintentionally babies him.
Aether’s lips press to Dew’s finger and a shudder runs down the smaller ghoul’s spine.
“Aeth…” He breathes.
“Want me to quint it better?” He asks softly, pulling Dew into his lap without resistance.
Dew nods, the sense of safety Aether provides, sending him into a warm headspace.
Aether kisses his finger softly, and Dew whines as quintessence sparks across his skin.
“I know, love. I know. I’ll fix it.” Aether coos, rocking Dew like a kit.
Tears slide down Dew’s face and he presses his face into his mate’s neck.
“I don’t wanna…” He pants.
Aether’s head dips to look at Dew. “Going down?”
Dew sniffles and nods. “I don’t wanna… but the show was hard. And I’m hurting. And I didn’t get to see you during intermission.”
“I know love. You can go down. I’ll be here.”
Dew’s sobs broke and he curled tightly into Aether as the quint ghoul held him.
Aether rubs his back through the heaving cries and rocks him.
Dew chokes on a gasp of air as Aether begins shunting quintessence deeper into his system.
“Good?” Aether hums.
Dew nods jerkily and shudders again.
The smaller ghoul is shifted to be cradled as Aether soothes his little mate.
Dew relaxes deeply as his tears flow down his temples into his hair.
“There’s my good boy.” Aether purrs
Dew’s chest rises and falls slowly as Aether soothes him deep and sure.
“I love you.” Dew breathes.
“I know, baby.”
Time loses meaning, and while Dew expects to be summoned to leave for the hotel, he floats. Mind loose and free, Aether’s magick crackling through him, Dew doesn’t have a thought. Each place their bodies touch registers vaguely, soothing Dew immensely. Aether’s fingers smooth over his hair, cooing to his mate as he finally allows himself to rest.
Soft waves of dark colors flash behind Dew’s lids as Aether’s quintessence flows through him. Aether smiles softly as Dew’s hand clenches into his uniform as he slowly comes back up.
“Aeth…” He whispers hoarsely.
“Hey, baby. Feeling better?”
Dew nods softly and sits up, leaning into Aether’s arms.
Aether kisses Dew’s remaining tears away and grabs a wipe to remove his ruined stage makeup.
“Sorry I got so upset.” He whispered.
Aether nods. “It’s okay. I knew it wasn’t directed at me.”
A soft nod from the smaller ghoul. “Never. I love you too much.”
“I love you too, baby.”
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The way I wanna write the hell out of this once I get off work. 🥵
thinking about a sweaty shirtless mountain in his garden with his hair tied back and tending to his plants with swiss who is also shirtless and sweaty.
oh and perhaps they have soft sex on a table inside the greenhouse
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Minors DNI - 18+ content!
Dewdrop/Aeon
Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. Feelings. Soft!Dew. Comfort sex. Mentions of night terrors. Knots. Anal fingering.
Read on AO3 or below the cut
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Dewdrop's barely awake when someone brushes against him. And worse (or better, depending on the guest) Dew's certain he went to sleep alone.
He waits to acknowledge them until they move again, keeping him closer to the edge of consciousness than he’d like.
“And why are you moving so damn much?”
“Sorry.” The whisper comes.
Aeon. Dew realizes.
“What’s up, bug?” He hums, rolling over to see the young ghoul.
“Just can’t sleep,” Aeon replies.
Dew can tell it’s more upon seeing Aeon’s red-rimmed eyes and damp lashes as they drive under a streetlight
“Yeah? Something scary?”
Aeon’s lower lip quivers as he nods and something in Dew’s chest tugs.
“C’mere, bug.” Dew sighs, pulling the younger ghoul closer.
“Didn’t wanna wake you, but it scared the shit out of me.” He whimpers, and Dew registers how wrecked Aeon’s voice is—likely sobbing or screaming himself awake.
Being summoned leaves scars deeper than the skin.
Dew’s lips meet Aeon’s forehead before he can think, empathy winning over any difficulties with the new ghoul.
“I know. I had the same problems when I was summoned. And when my element was changed.” Dew whispers.
“You did?” Aeon whispers, bright amethyst eyes meeting Dew’s amber.
“Mhmm. Most nights, I ended up in Aether’s bed for the first few months I was topside. He pumped me full of a fuck ton of quintessence just to ward off the night terrors. Even then I still woke up screaming some nights.” Dew admits.
“That bad?”
He nods softly.
“Does getting sent back hurt worse?” Aeon whispers.
“Dunno, bug. I know elemental changes hurt like a bitch, but I haven’t been topside before. You could ask Swiss. Why?”
Aeon rests his head against Dew’s chest before answering. “I’m scared, 'cause I’m going back after this tour…”
“Says fucking who?!” Dew said, shooting up so fast he hit his head on Mountain’s bunk above.
Aeon flinches as Dew makes contact with the bunk, reaching for him as Dew rubs his head.
“Say’s who?” Dew repeats.
“Swiss and Mountain said I was temporary…”
“Well, you’re not. Aether left cause he’s fucking tired. And as much as we miss Aether, you’re staying, so get that shit out of your head. You’re not going back to the pit.” Dew said sharply.
The, I won’t let you, was left unsaid.
“I’m not?” Aeon nearly sobs.
“No. You have to understand, we lost 3 ghouls before I changed. Then we got 3 new ghouls. Aether wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. He was our rock. But he’s tired. Yes, Mountain’s struggling, and Swiss is attached. But you’re not leaving.” Dew hisses, drawing the younger ghoul up into his arms.
Dew rocks him slightly, warming himself to soothe Aeon as sobs wrack his body.
Anxiety and relief flow through their pack bond in equal measure.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Dew whispers. “Who else is gonna quint my shitty knee on tour? Not Swiss.”
Aeon chokes out a laugh and Dew smiles against his hair.
They stay like that until Aeon settles and the affection turns into something else for him.
“Dew?” He whispers.
“I know, bug.” Dew hums, having already felt it through the pack bond.
Aeon allows himself to be guided to lay against Dew’s chest, legs spread over Dew’s open thighs.
Aeon cranes his neck up to connect their lips as Dew’s hand slips beneath Aeon’s waistband to stroke his hardening length.
“Fuck…” He gasps.
“I know, bug,” Dew whispers.
Dew flicks his wrist until Aeon’s writhing and whining before running his thumb across the prespend-soaked head.
“Such a good boy for me”
Aeon’s voice breaks on a moan and he bucks into Dew’s touch.
“S’good. Fuck, s’good.” He gasps, chest heaving.
Dew’s other hand presses fingers against the seam of Aeon’s lips. “Get them wet, Swiss borrowed my lube.”
Aeon sucks Dew’s finger into his mouth like a kit nursing.
Soft, muted whines burst from him as Dew’s hand continues jacking him off.
Dew pulls his fingers free and plunges them beneath Aeon’s waistband, gently massaging his ring of muscle before pressing in a finger.
“Dew!” He cries.
“Shhh, I know. I know.”
Aeon lasts 3 curls of Dew’s forefinger before begging for more.
Dew happily obliges.
Aeon’s knot swells beneath Dew’s hand as he spreads his own pre over him like lube.
“Feel that, baby?” Dew purs.
Aeon nods fervently at the increased pressure around something so sensitive. “Please!” He sobbed, bucking up into Dew’s touch.
“Your pretty little knot gonna pop for me? Gonna get all messy for me?”
Dew’s fingers crooked up into Aeon’s prostate and the quint wailed as he arched up, coming in ribbons across his chest and down Dew’s hand.
Dew gently squeezed his knot to provide enough to carry Aeon through his trembling orgasm.
“Dew!” He sobbed.
“Shh, love.”
Dew eased his fingers from Aeon’s clenching hole and reached for the wipes on his shelf.
Cleaning Aeon, he eased the quint against his chest.
“M’tired.” He mumbled, a soft purr kicking in as he curled against Dew.
“Get some rest, love. I’ll be here.”
As Aeon dozed, Dew’s phone buzzed.
Glad you and the newbie are getting along, but can you keep it down? - Swiss
Quit telling him he’s going back to the pit, or I’ll kick your ass.
Dew set his phone down and fell asleep against his little quint. Entirely missing Aether’s text.
Copia said you’re taking care of Aeon. I’m so proud of you.
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