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miasmaghoul · 11 hours
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Mountain having a calm day drinking some tea/coffee? 🫶
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He's been working hard, he deserves it.
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miasmaghoul · 13 hours
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love going on callout posts for "thinks cnc is okay" and seeing people talk about how us freaks need the electric chair. fantasizing about violence is okay as long as its not sexual, funny that
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miasmaghoul · 14 hours
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IM WEEPING AGAHAHAHAHAGAHA
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miasmaghoul · 22 hours
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One more in between hw hehe🖤
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miasmaghoul · 22 hours
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It is imperative that you assemble a collection of tumblr mutuals who are vocal about their deeply specific, highly involved kinks that you don’t share at all. If you humble yourself with the diversity of the human experience enough you can become inoculated against reactionary puritanism permanently
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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I don't know if this is exactly a "signature", but you have this way of writing basically any kink in a way that makes me think I'm into it. You can make anything seem appealing and attractive because you write it with such affection.
Also you write your characters so humanly (ironically). They're always so real and multidimensional, there's such a sense of history between them all.
I have no idea if any of that makes any sense at all but I have never professed to be a sane or comprehensible person.
MALLLLLL omg get over here so I can smooch your cheek for thissss
I ADORE writing the more unconventional kinks. It's a ton of fun to navigate the waters of things that I'm not necessarily into (which, admittedly, is a short list) while still being respectful of the fact that there's something out there for everyone. Mostly I like figuring out how certain characters would interact with each other in very specific scenarios. I'm always mentally smushing my ghouls together like barbies (gone sexual).
Also you have no IDEA how much I appreciate the bit about my characters being "human". More than anything, I want them to be believable; their personalities, their relationships, their habits - I want them to feel REAL, and you saying that makes me so happy ♡♡♡♡♡
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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Me, letting my mutuals know they’re valid
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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your trademark is your ficlets are NOT FICLETS GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN THATS SO MANY WORDS GODDAMN
but also piss. aether calling dew "baby boy".
aaannnddd very vivid details when describing settings/plot !!
BRO THEYRE ALL SO LONG I CANT CONTROL IT I SWEAR THE WORDS DEMAND IT
Ughghhh daddy Aether and his baby boy UGHGHH crowsephine how dare you make me think of my boys AND ALSO PISS. You're gonna give me ideas you wench 😤
Ah, my beloved details. You know how I love my L O R E, I don't see this changing ever lmao
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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if yaoi is wrong …i don’t Wnat to be right…
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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Writing trademark: Vivid descriptions that are just detailed enough for me to picture it perfectly in my head like a movie. Whether it's a description of someone's bedroom or body hair (from bottom Mountain/Omega and the Cumulus/Cirrus ficlet respectively), I can see it like a movie in my head. I really like it! 🔔
This actually means the world to me omg. I can't see things in my head at all, and sometimes I worry that sometimes I get too flowery with my descriptions, but I also need that level of detail to satisfy my own brain so here we are lmao. This is fantastic to hear, thank you Belle ♡♡♡
Also now I'm thinking of hairy Cirrus again djdhgb UGH
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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for the trademark thing: i dont know how to describe it but the way you write dialogue about coming. and genitals lol like you say “is it wet” “gonna make it squirt” kinda like casual objectification of the equipment? idk its hot tho
HELL YEAH DUDE OMG THANK YOU THATS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!!! Like, objectification is hot in general, but even moreso when referring to the junk specifically imho. This is a DELIGHTFUL trademark!
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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What’s my writing trademark?
I’ve seen this for art, but what about my writing makes you go, “ah, that’s a _____ production”?
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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Pretty 2/2
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewdrop/Aether Featuring: Lingerie. Tit-fucking. Rimming. Anal Fingering. Oral Sex (ish). It's Aether's turn to "be the girl". Dew calls Aether's cock his clit once. "Forced" Feminization. Part two of the Dewther Forced Fem Double Feature
“‘S alright, Princess. I’ve got you.”  Dew mumbles against Aether’s cock, chubbing up under his mouth.
“Take them out,” Aether pleads. Dew hums, sucking the clothed head of Aether’s cock into his mouth.
“Not yet. You’re not even wet yet, sweetheart. Gotta take it slow.” Dew purrs, eyes cracked open to watch Aether’s blush deepen. To watch the muscles in his jaw clench, his eyes squeeze shut. Dew doesn’t particularly feel like he’s in control either, but at least he’s doing better than Aether, who unravels further with every slow glide of Dew’s mouth over his balls. Dew grinds his dick into the bed and thinks about what it will be like when he finally gets to fuck Aether’s tits. 
Read it on AO3.
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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Just the fact that so many people talk about "feeling fat" and "looking fat" despite not actually being fat, betrays that it's fucking not all about health. People fear even this perceived proximity to fatness. "I feel fat today" means "I feel ugly and therefore some kind of unworthy". "I look fat in that picture" means "I appear uglier than I consider myself to officially be". Neither of them means "I feel compelled to check my cholesterol" or whatever
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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@miasmaghoul tortured me last week with visions of trans aether + pussy eating. @askingforthesun blindly chose dewther over mount/aethe for me, so here we are.
a short little smutty something about dew sucking aether's fat tdick
>:)
“That's it, just like that,” Aether praises, gripping Dew’s hair minutely tighter. Forcing his head to tip back just so, chin grazing Aether’s wet entrance each time he bobs up and down on that plump little dick. 
Aether tosses his head back with a halted fuck as the fire ghoul sucks hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Lips pushing back the hood. He forces himself to look back down—back into those glassy, half-lidded slivers of copper that gaze up at him with need. So content to suckle on him for as long as Aether likes, for as long as it takes to get him dripping and puffy and begging for Dew’s cock. 
That'll take ages today, though. Aether wants to grip his hair and drag him on and off and on and off until Dew’s crosseyed and seeking friction on the air between his feet. 
The both of them are nothing if not devoted. 
“So pretty with your lips on me,” the quint ghoul rumbles. He pulls Dew off with one hand—hot, slick mouth far too empty—and reaches down. Picking up the underside of his cock with one finger and jiggling it in front of his lips.
Dew whines. Drool falls off his tongue in a stretchy line, snapping when he opens his mouth that much wider.
“Yeah? You want it?” Aether pulls him back so his bottom lip is a hair's breadth away from his flushed clit. “Want me to give it to you?”
Dew nods, eyes never leaving Aether’s face. Another line of drool descends towards the floor like molten sugar.
Aether groans and guides it into his mouth, tapping it a few times on his taste buds before pressing his nose into his nest of hair and molding his mouth around his folds. Bucking his hips into delicious, needy warmth. 
Dew’s eyes flutter, and he sucks obediently, lips buzzing against Aether’s skin each time he pulls away. A harsh, sloppy sound that the quint ghoul can't get enough of, let alone the lovely whines huffed through his nose or the full body groans that vibrate through his core as Dew’s hands scrabble for purchase on his thighs. Sinful and lewd, indicative of how badly he (both of them, really) wants it.
“Sloppy,” Aether groans. Dew only hums in agreement, cupping his length with the flat of his tongue. His own cock twitches between his legs, wet with pre, bouncing up towards his stomach. “Keeping it nice and hard for me, aren’t you?”
Aether allows him to pull off with a pop. He looks at him with swollen lips and a crimson flush on his cheeks. “Want more of you,” he rasps, hands kneading at the front of the quint ghoul’s thighs. Slipping behind instead to grab his ass and pull him closer. 
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He nuzzles into the apex of his thigh, looking up at him through light eyelashes. He bats them enticingly. “Want you on my face.”
Aether groans, dick kicking next to Dew’s face. “Fuck, Dewy,” he breathes, petting the side of his face. “Get that pretty nose nice and wet?”
The fire ghoul digs his nails into Aether’s ass. Breath hitching through a moan. “Yeah,” he says. “Long as you want.”
Aether smiles and purrs, thumb running along Dew’s wet lower lip and slipping inside. Again, the fire ghoul suckles without hesitation, the suction almost just as nice on his thumb as it was on his dick. 
“Get on the bed, baby boy,” he commands.
He steps back, still holding his hand out in a gentlemanly fashion, so that Dew can rise up on shaky knees and melt himself into the sheets. Positioning himself the perfect distance from the headboard for Aether to take his seat and have something to rest his arms against. The fire ghoul’s cock stands at attention as he beckons Aether with grabby hands. 
The bigger ghoul crawls over him, shuffling until his knees bracket Dew’s ears. Humming when his small hands track up his thighs and grab at his hips. Dew looks up at him with hunger, love, and desire in equal measure, and Aether’s knees just about give out right then. 
But.
He places his hands atop the headboard. Knees shifting further apart until that proud nose is close to kissing the tip. And then, just because he can, he sneaks his tail down the length of Dew’s body until the leathery end caresses right along the seam of his tight sac, pressing upwards towards the base until he wrings out a surprised gasp.
His mouth drops open with divine timing as Aether purrs:
“Open up.”
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miasmaghoul · 2 days
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The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?
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miasmaghoul · 3 days
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@forlorn-crows Mountain/Rain/Cumulus skincare ficlet part two: They're naked and in a hotel room. For Mountain Monday/March.
Nasty under the cut.
Some things never change, Mountain thinks as he stares at the television and listens to Rain and Cumulus giggle in the shower. Whatever they're doing in the bathroom is infinitely more interesting than the talk show he flipped on when they settled in. Him and Rain originally, until Cumulus had knocked on their connecting door in a demand to be let in. She’d brushed by him with a quick little air kiss before brandishing two tubs of a matching scrub and lotion set at Rain. He took one and had studied the ingredients with an approving look.
“Is that why you didn't join my shower?” Mountain asked before receiving a lazy shrug and a nod.
“Make it up to you.” Rain promised, tossing the tub up in the air. He caught it and shook it at Mountain. The label boosts claims of the relaxing properties of lavender and honey, amongst other things before the pair disappear into the bathroom. They leave the door open, but Mountain can't spy on them since it's parallel to the bed.
Rude.
So, since Rain promised to make it up to him, he fantasizes about what they're doing in the shower instead. It's easy to imagine their bodies under the spray of water. How they adjust the shower head to make it work for two. He sees Rain’s hand sinking into Cumulus' hair to scrub it clean and in turn she washes his back. Maybe let her fingers creep forward to cup the small handful of his tits.
His cock sits fat in his boxers, intrigued by all the images his mind is able to conjure up. He soothes it with a squeeze of his fingers and thinks about putting Rain on his back, bending his nimble legs until his knees are by his ears so he can't squirm away as Mountain fucks him.
He sees an elegant hand disappearing between gorgeous thighs. Suds collecting in her ample cleavage when she crosses her arms and Rain’s clever tongue finding out if the body scrub tasted like honey as well. Sees their lips red from kissing and faces flushed from the hot water, knuckle deep inside each other as they make out, their nipples brushing against each other's, tingling and budding up firm.
The water shuts off. Rain mutters something unintelligible and Cumulus' returning laugh has a tinge of nastiness to it. His subconscious recognizes a threat. His body only knows something very good is going to happen and poor Mountain still thinks he's going to come out on top.
“It's so creamy.” Cumulus coos as she unscrews a lid. “Dip your fingers in it.”
“Like silk…” Rain agrees. “Come closer, let me rub you right.”
A lewd, wet slap of skin on skin. Cumulus makes a noise that starts as a moan and tapers off into a snicker.
“More…” she demands. “I want it all over me.”
“Plenty for both of us.” Rain murmurs. “It’s big enough to share.”
“C’mere, let me smear it on your cute little tits.”
“Ah!” Rain’s voice goes straight to Mountain’s cock. “Watch it, I’m sore.”
“Oh, you poor thing.” Cumulus tsks. He can imagine her wet curls bouncing as she mockingly shakes her head. “Heat soon?”
“Probably, knowing my luck.” Rain sounds annoyed but when Mountain gets his hands on him, he knows Rain will be happy enough with all the effort he puts in. “At least I brought my favorite toy with me.”
Mountain is slightly miffed at that, frowning in befuddlement. He was right here. But then he thinks about Rain with a toy knotting his pretty mouth while Mountain stretched his cunt and decides it's probably not the worst thing in the world to have assistance. He tugs his waistband down just enough so that his cock springs free, wagging ridiculously in the air, already ruddy and wet at the tip. He gives himself a nice tug and sighs in pleasure.
“Think your toy’s probably playing with itself right about now.” Cumulus says with a smile in her voice. Mountain considers this statement and feels his face grow warm, even as his cock throbs under his palm.
“He just can't control himself.” Rain sighs. “Help me get ready?”
Out of spite, Mountain carefully takes his hand off his cock and lays it by his side. Spite. Yeah. He’s gonna flip Rain on the bed and replace his mean comments with the sound of his cock sliding in and out of his tight little hole.
Totally.
“Bend over.” Cumulus tells him, sounding amused and Mountain is helpless to stop his low moan. Rain, bent over the counter top as Cumulus sinks her fingers into his cunt. The gasp as she hits something good, good and deep. Mountain will hit it better.
“He's got such a dirty mind.” Rain comments. Probably thinks we’re already fucking in here.”
“I can hear you.” Mountain calls.
“You're meant to.” They reply in unison, sweetly.
“I'm putting mousse in his hair.” Cumulus continues with a scoff. “Okay, straighten up and flip.”
A wet thwack as Rain’s hair hits his skin.
“And it's cold.” Rain complains. “I hate cold product.”
Mountain has no reply to that. The trap is closing in.
Cumulus is the first to leave, wrapped in a towel that can barely contain her figure, clutched almost absently as she prowls to the bedside. Mountain lays as still as he can. She might complain about small towels but no one else does and she never brings her own from home so she can't mind that much. She's even nice enough to let it drape open a little bit as she seats herself on the bed, letting Mountain get a nice view of her tits and stomach, the soft white curls of the hair between her legs.
She just smiles at him, a fang dimpling her plush lower lip and leans forward to blow hot over the head of his cock. It twitches and she laughs at him. Brushes a damp ringlet out of the way so she can give the mushroom head of it a wet, suckling kiss.
Mountain cusses, scrubs at his face.
“He's ready.” She says softly and Mountain can't figure out if it’s directed at him or Rain. Then, louder, she says, “Hey, Cir. You wanna make a bet?”
“Maybe.” Calls Cirrus from the adjoining room. “On what?”
“How fast Mounty blows.” Cumulus replies, eyes glinting in delight at his whimper.
Rain joins them in silence. No clever repartee or cruel comment to dig under Mountain’s skin. He’s in nothing but his knee high socks and a pair of hip hugging cotton underwear, both in black. Mountain looks to him for help as Cumulus wraps her hand tight around the base of his cock.
“Oh no.” Rain says when he says how mournful Mountain looks. “I need to make sure you can last. Since you decided to go ahead and play without me.”
“What did I do to deserve this.” Mountain mumbles as Rain climbs on the bed. Straddles his waist and lets Cumulus line Mountain’s cock up to his cunt. Rain tugs his panties to the side and lets the head brush back and forth through his folds. Mountain could sob at the feel of it.
“Oh, quit whining.” Rain says dismissively. Sinks down just enough to pop the head in. “You're getting some, that's all you should care about.”
“Pervert.” Cumulus adds and laughs when Mountain’s cock kicks.
“Fifteen strokes.” Cirrus calls.
“Do we count this first one?” Cumulus wonders as Rain sinks further and further onto the thick cock she's holding so nicely for him. Mountain doesn't dare buck his hips.
“Freebie.” Rain says dismissively, rolling his hips to take the last few inches in. He sits in Mountain’s lap, speared fully on his cock and crosses his arms. Grinds until he hits that sweet spot and makes a happy little sigh. Cumulus rests her free hand over his abdomen and pushes until Mountain’s eyes cross at the feel of her prodding him from outside of Rain’s body.
“Ten.” Cumulus says casually.
The hole he’s already fit so snugly into gives a nice little squeeze around his length. Mountain swears, fists the sheets and kicks his legs as he feels his balls draw up.
“Five.” Rain says, not even batting an eyelash as Mountain’s eyes roll.
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