Can anyone hear me. Hello

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...)

Patalliro! is fascinating to me because of stuff like this. It's unapologetically gay - even within its anime which aired during primetime hours in 1982 - in a way that many later BL manga would never be, like the ones from the early 2000s which would never dare to call their characters actual homosexuals. Patalliro has actually aged quite well in this regard, there's something comforting about how campy it is.

some girlies!

Yesterday while streaming people asked Pelo to draw the TADC cast

It went about as well as you'd expect

Guys what if their hair was curlier?

The context for this image

Akihiro wants to take Laura to a gay bar. Gabby wants to come as well but they both say no. Much to Gabby's jealousy when Jubilee asks to tag along there is an immediate yes. Jubilee wanted to take photo of them before they left and in typical older sibling fashion (source: I do this t my baby brother) they use Gabby as an armrest even though she's still kind annoyed at them.

sorry for the changing artstyle idk either

Remembered the way Dean acted during the hallucifer arc are we angy yet

talked about this a little bit in a reddit comment, but i think Hector and Isaac should have been the primary antagonists of netflixvania from S3 onwards, and i have a crystal clear vision about how they could've made this happen by leaning just a teensy bit more on Curse of Darkness' plot, without needing to be a full on adaptation

i'll come back to this thought in a bit, there's some cooking to be done~

TFC

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You may think there is no life in the deepest depths of the earth, but you’d be wrong. Listen closely, and perhaps you hear whistling, or an echoing chuckle. Find a wooden shack, tucked into some corner of the world, and enter (it’s okay, he won’t mind if you visit). Find the hole in the floor that looks like it yawns down for eternity, and start descending the ladder.

The stones around you will be worn. If you put your hand against them as you go down, you’ll feel their smoothness. He traces the stones with his fingers as he descends into his mines, can’t help but to caress the earth like it’s someone he loves.

At the bottom of the ladder, because there is in fact a bottom, you’ll be faced with dizzying perfection, or at least as close as a man can get to symmetrical perfection. These are his mines, chests overflowing with minerals and rocks, and a simple bed pushed up against one corner. And an expanse of forever in front of you.

If you find him, and that’s if, because he’s quite hard to find, he’ll startle and jump, then assure you dryly that he did no such thing. And then he’ll cackle, so loud and full that the tunnel he’s made is full of his joyous voice. He’ll be the same as you remember, as you’ve been told. Long white beard and hair, pickaxe in hand. A man hard at work, doing what he loves.

Perhaps he’ll invite you up to his house on the surface after a while (“ugly thing, isn’t it? But it’s still four walls and a roof, so to me it’s the prettiest damn structure in the world!”) for some tea. He’ll complain about aches and pains, but he’ll make sure you have enough to eat and drink.

And then TFC will sit down, and smile at you.

“I’m glad you’re here. Doesn’t matter why or how or when, just that you’re here. Now we can both rest for a bit. Got time for a story?”

And maybe you’ll want to say something profound, sentimental. And you’ll get there, eventually. But TFC will begin to speak, telling stories of mining and adventure, with a cackling laugh that is just so, so infectious.

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thanks for all the laughs tfc. you’ll be missed <3

The Desi antiswiftie here, the one on which you attached the new desi tag. Made me needlessly, hilariously proud for a moment hah.

Anyways. I just wanna appreciate you, because you're brave as fuck and thank you for your work, madame. your anon is really a safe space for anti ts bullshit and I'm so sorry to not reblog your stuff but I've got tonnes of swifties (derogatory) as mutuals who I actually like to talk about as long as i can ignore her royal racist highness. Trust me I'm there in the spirit, and the moment I get over my fear, I'm reblogging all your posts because girl, same.

Also, some of them are rabid as hell. I tried to rec some of my faves to one of them when I was asked, and it obviously didn't have any t*ylor stuff, and she was like you don't listen to her? You should! She's very good. Wouldn't take no for an answer at all, was like you don't have any taste can't believe I am friends with a boring person like you, don't you keep ranting about feminism, taylor is a feminist icon!

First off, lol. Second, I said no like five times already. Third, what is this, a cult?? Finally I ended up listening to one song to get her off my back and spewed something about the lyrics meaning something profound (they did not). I'm tired of them lot.

This is Shreya, or ₹ anon if you might be open to assigning names <3

i’ve accidentally become the desi ex swiftie safe space! its really funny to me lol

im really not that brave sjsjdjdkcjfndjfjdn there’s a lot of blogs posting on the anti ts tag like im not much different except for the fact im not rly focused on being a joe alwyn defender. nothing against him but my hate for her precedes him

i really enjoy the asks i get and feel honored that ppl feel safe enough to come and rant to me. i do get overwhelmed but in a good way. please keep sending me stuff i love to hear ppl’s hatred for her

and swifties are HARASSERS. like the other anon said they cannot fathom ppl not liking her and her music and try to hurt you in any way possible for not liking her. they truly do act like a cult and then wonder why the internet hates them and views them as crazy and insufferable 😭

What if….whats if aether takes Virgin ghouls virginity???

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Aether/Aeon virginity kink below the cut.

Aeon's new. Wide-eyed. Not innocent in pit terms. But on earth? Aether has a hard time pacing himself. It's been so long since he's been in this position. Teacher. Mentor. Elder. He wants to savor it. Wants to savor the way Aeon looks at him as they go over guitar parts. As Aeon learns how his magic works top side. As Aether puts one big hand on the small of Aeon's back. Heavy. Warm. Persistent. Aeon makes little noises when Aether touches him. Tiny huffs of breath. A hitch. A shudder when Aether presses a little closer. Fits his arms around Aeon's body and positions his hand on the Fantoman. Pressing up just tight enough. Not so much that Aeon can feel how hard Aether's gotten in his pants. But enough to really feel him--the weight of him. Aether doesn't want to play all his cards just yet. They spend so much time together. Alone. Aether makes sure of it. Aeon has a full schedule. Days filled with learning, with chores that Aether supervises. Full band rehearsals followed by extra moments where Aether goes over the little things he stumbled on. And Aether is always close. Gentle. Guiding. Aeon isn't stupid. He knows what's happening. Knows why Aether keeps resting his hand on Aeon's thigh--looking at the size difference. Knows that Aether is trying to sink his fangs into Aeon before anyone else can.

It's late, hours after rehearsal has wrapped up. Aeon's determined to nail a particularly tough part and Aether is willing to indulge him. Every moment spent is a moment closer to having Aeon spread open for him. Aeon's fingers hurt, his spine aches. He doesn't actually give a shit about this particular guitar part anymore. He's been feeling the weight of Aether's gaze on him for a week now. Swiss has been sniffing him out too. Doing the same things. Sitting too close, nuzzling up against Aeon during movies. Hand dragging up over his thigh to rest on the front of Aeon's sweatpants. Almost enough--but nowhere close. And Aether has been helpful. He's guided Aeon through everything else. He's gentle, trustworthy. And if Aeon is going to trust this unfamiliar body to anyone--Aether is the right choice. He just isn't quite sure how bring it up. How to ask. Aether's watching him like he's hungry. Eyes heavy lidded, no longer focusing on the stumbling movements of Aeon's fingers. Aeon stands. Aether sits back on his stool, watches as Aeon puts the guitar back in its case. He cocks an eyebrow as the smaller ghoul walks toward him. Hesitation in his step, but Aether can smell the want on him. Ozone, sparked with menthol. Aether's cock twitches in his pants. Aeon sinks to his knees between Aether's legs. Presses both palms against Aether's thighs, drags up and down, thumb grazing over the chubby head of his cock where it rests against his thigh. "What are you doing, bug?" Aether asks, reaching down to drag his fingers through Aeon's hair just as Aeon's hands drag high. Palm covering Aether's cock. Hard and twitching in his jeans. Aeon's hard too, Aether can see that. He's straining against those skin tight jeans Dew's been lending him. Aether tries not to sigh in relief, tries not to look too excited despite the way his cock jumps against Aeon's palm. "Dunno," Aeon muses, eyes wide and innocent as he looks up at Aether. A ruse, Aether knows, but it doesn't matter. "Teach me?"

Hey guys you wanna see me talk about my rewrite Helluva Time. Of course you do. Come along !

- In this universe, Blitzø is a human from a travelling circus along with his very large family (whom he hates). He's also a little shit with zero regard for anyone that isn't himself, so he'd often steal, lie, and do everything you're not supposed to do according to both heavenly and state law. Blitzø doesn't help anyone, even people he by all means cares about, if there isn't an immediate reward for him to do so. He doesn't help Barbara Barbie Wire when she's going through things in her life, he doesn't own up to any relationships when people ask him if he's serious about anything, he can't even get HIMSELF therapy for all the weird shit going on in his life because "it wouldn't help anyway". The only thing he ever does is fuck around and never any finding out. Well, up until he accidentally gets caught in police crossfire (who weren't even looking for him yet) and goes straight to hell. Lol Lmao [Specifically, the Pride ring.]

- Of course, at first he doesn't believe it. I mean, come on, how could this be his actual punishment right ? He was suuuuch a devout church goer after all. So, he tries to bargain his way out with a particularly large demon that's about to bash in his head..........doesn't work to say the least. He wakes up in a cold sweat again and tries to do the same thing, tricking himself into believing he was dreaming the whole thing up. Well he got stabbed. And then he woke up again. This goes on for a bit until he realizes holy FUCK I'm actually in hell what the fuck !!!!!!!! He panics for a bit, almost gets himself killed a few more times, and then hides himself in some crack in a wall because he is just so miserable. How could this happen to him ??? Sure, he made a few mistakes, but nothing that wasn't fixable surely ! Sure he cheated his way through his life, left his family in the dust when they needed him most, never took responsibility for anything...lied just about every aspect of his life... let his sister die of an overdose instead of calling an ambulance– Okay yeah maybe it's his fault. But STILL what the HELL man

- Being the conniving little shit he is, of course he wasn't about to just accept something like this happening. So he starts executing his flawless 0 mistake plan !!!

- step one: Find a way to travel around through rings without getting your head blasted off (solution was to just pretend to work under some more powerful demon, and kill anyone who noticed he wasn't actually meant to be there)

- step 2: Find a powerful demon around to fuck around and get your way with (he did do that. And it worked. To everyone's shock.)

- step 3: .....uhm. yeah there wasn't really a step 3 he just needed a little more control so he didn't lose his mind. So. Profit ?

- Blitzø climbs ranks is by charming higher ranking sinners/demons with his stinky man rizz and somehow it actually works, basically. First it's Fizz, then some Mafia Man (I'm sure he won't come up later), then a Hellhound (I'm sure she will also not show up later), then Verosika, then some influential sinner, up until he finally somehow gets with Stolas...which is also where he fucks up. [small bit of context: The basic lore for Stolas is hes a demon lord who poses as like, a mayor for a town on the surface, and hes just kind of a rich entitled guy that never has any consequences for his actions. Keep in mind !]

- The way these two meet is: Blitzø was just a servant for a little while, probably hired by Stella herself because you can never have too many servants, but Stolas thinks he's very cute. Stella and Stolas have an agreement that it's okay to cheat, but not with house staff/sinners because that just sounds like a problem in the making (lots of social prejudice)... but he disregards that anyway to go flirt with the new Sinner Boy. Blitzø, being only in the dating game for self benefit, of course flirts back, and ends up with his eyes locked on not Stolas himself, but a certain magical artifact that could potentially get him out of Hell for good: The Grimoire.

- One lovely day, he attempts to steal the book while Stolas is rambling a few feet away from him. Little does he know that there is a security system in place: Book is Very Heavy to hold and he is Very Little.

- Stolas sees this and is like. Man what the fuck. You're just like everyone else, I thought we had a connection, but you just want to use me for my assets ::[. Well, okay then. You want this book ? Make yourself WORTHY of it. EARN IT by DOING WHAT I SAY. And Blitzø is like. Ooohh you just want to fuck ? And then I can have the book ? Well sure I'm in my element right now. I can do this real quick and then go home

[Several hours later]

- ...anyway. The events that follow afterward are pretty much the same as canon, "Sorry I fucked your husband" and what not, only this time "what the fuck was that Stolas" only comes after Stella goes inside because she doesn't need to embarass herself more in front of guests...

- Anyway, now with the Grimoire, things should be easy right ? WRONG. He doesn't understand SHIT that's written in it the letters shift around the page everytime he looks, and being around the book just keeps giving him a horrid headache. He doesn't understand why. He did EVERYTHING right ! This is all he needed to do ! He stares at this big heavy book with insane amounts of knowledge in it and he realizes he doesn't even know what half of this shit means. And then it hits him. He doesn't know anything at all. He never went to school, he's never been in a genuine relationship that didn't involve him wanting something out of it, he's been fighting his way through life for so long that he genuinely forgot there was more to it than just that, but at this point it's a situation with no fixing- He looked back at the wrong time, and now everything he could've had is just gone. And that kinda breaks him a little bit.

- He goes back to Stolas, because what the fuck else is he gonna do with this book, and obviously he freaks out too. This fucking guy RUINED his PERFECT LIFE that he'd been working on FOR SO LONG and now he's here AGAIN, BEGGING for forgiveness and for work. Can't even do crime right !!! He's so mad he contemplates just killing Blitzø and having it be done with........but no. This guy doesn't just deserve death. Instead, he's gonna do his bidding and whatever else he feels like. He's now no longer a person as much as he is a tool for Stolas. And that's just how it is for the rest of it. After they work out a deal, Blitzø forms I.M.P.. From there on, their relationship is strictly business- Kill people, make money, get in then get out. If Stolas wants anything else, he'll just boss him around to do it too. Blitzø's got a thousand and one problems and he's working for one of them.

Andddd that's the Blitzø rewrite ! The tone for this part of the story is darker, but the I.M.P shenanigans are a lot lighter don't worry about it. Please let me know what you think !

recently i’ve been thinking so much about the concept of the place a person is from being an integral part of their identity, for better or worse, and there’s something so intriguing about the idea of a place remembering you too. it could be nostalgic but it could also be terrifying and it’s DELICIOUS either way

Why couldn't I just be you?