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ghart dump since I’ve been neglecting this blog :> I’ve got some Aethers, some Dews, and a Mountain in a stupid shirt for ya🤲

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In the shadows, I will make you my angel

Can’t a guy love his sweet shadow Ghoulette?

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hopefully i’ll fill the page with mountain sketches

(making my own content because i can never find any)

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🌬️Steadily the east wind blows

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He's trying his best, Dewdrop.

I hc that Dew always thinks he won't get along with the newer ghouls but he's always wrong

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Dew trapped between Aether and Gale. Totally squished. One of them buried so far inside him he can barely breathe and the other stroking their cocks together in one big hand. Making out over his shoulder and talking about how much they love sharing their little toy like he can't hear them.

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dhfjlkahre;aofsd;afds. DSHFKJ;ASF. THIS IS KILLING ME. HANG ON hang on. H A N G O N. Dew's putty in their hands. Aether's big chest behind him, Gale's in front. The heat of them--or rather--of him squished between them. An inferno. His head tipped forward against Gale's collarbone to watch as Gale's big hand strokes their cocks together. Purpling heads pressed together, the undersides rubbing deliciously as Gale strokes the way he likes with little care for what Dew needs or wants. And maybe Dew would ask for what he needs if he could access the language part of his brain. But every time a word starts to light back up on his tongue Aether grinds deeper. Presses the head of his fat cock right against Dew's prostate and the world goes fuzzy and warm and slippery again. And then, on top of all that, are the sounds they make right next to Dew's ear. Tongues sliding together, the slick press of mouths together. A rumble through one--or both--of them as Aether licks deep into Gale's mouth and Gale shudders. All of their words are pointed whispers. Air huffing out over Dew's overheated skin as they talk about him--never to him. He's so warm. So pliable. So soft. Aether talks about how tight he squeezes. Gale calls him cute. Muses about how much he leaks. Laughs a little when Aether tells him why. "He's still a water ghoul in all the ways that count." And fuck if Dew doesn't feel insane about it. He doesn't need Gale to give him what he wants--he'll cum anyway--and early. Splattering over Gale's knuckles with a high pitched whine he'll deny making later. Not that it matters. Gale and Aether aren't stopping until they're finished. Even as Dew starts to go soft in Gale's fist. Even as he whimpers from overstimulation--it doesn't stop. Not until everyone is satisfied.

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THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!

I’m thinkin’ bout the new guy

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Love how Copia has zero control over his ghouls, they just do shit whenever

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More dewtom? Plz?

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Something something, SpongeBob and Squidward

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YOUR REALLY WENT AND TWISTED THE KNIFE DIDNT YOU

At the Cleveland ritual last night I told my friend “phantom reminds me so much of aether now”. When I got home I told my other friend what phantom was doing. Right before majesty he pointed at the crowd and got us to cheer, and be quiet, got certain section going and then shut everybody up. He used his guitar to start a beat and get mountain to play the beat with him and then he worked into majesty with the beat. Later that night my friend sent me a video of Aether doing the exact same thing, for the exact same song :(

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shutting down summer solstice

hiii this is my first time writing and posting. please be nice<3 title from garamond by arm's length (yes i'm telling you to listen to them) i saw a post about solaris playing dew's guitar and got wrapped up in the idea of her being overwhelmingly fire in her multi elements. dew is an unreliable narrator and panics. 1.4k

thank you @jimothybarnes for being SO kind and encouraging

gorgeous divider by @wrathofrats

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Dew nearly drops his fork. The whole pack is seated around their large dinner table in shocked silence, all eyes on Cumulus.

“I- I can’t go. Not without Copi- Frater.” Cumulus’s voice is tight, like it hurts her to say this as much as it hurts the pack to hear it. “I’m sure Papa Perpetua will be great, but I can’t go.”

Dew looks wildly around the table, gauging everyone’s reactions. Cirrus is staring down at her plate, jaw tensed. The lack of fight proving she knew before the rest of the pack. His chest feels tight in a way that triggers his fight or flight response. 

“So you’re not even going to try? You’re just going to quit?” Clearly, fight winning. He hates the way his voice raises. He hates that this is happening. Why would she leave them? The last tour was great, fantastic even. How can she think staying home is better than being with everyone? Why would she leave after seeing how the pack suffered when Aether- 

“Dew,” Cirrus snaps through gritted teeth before Cumulus can respond herself.

“No,” he mirrors her tone. “This isn’t fair to the rest of us. This should’ve been a pack decision, we- we should’ve had a say,” Dew’s voice wavers pathetically the longer he speaks. He feels Mountain’s hand on his thigh, usually a grounding presence, just makes him tense more. He feels like the room is spinning. 

Cirrus deflates empathetically, already experiencing Dew’s same emotions weeks ago when Cumulus first told her. “It– Ultimately it’s Lus’ decision.” She glances at Cumulus who meets her gaze with tearful eyes. 

“I’m,” Cumulus’ voice cracks, she clears her throat, “I’m sorry. It’s not easy, but I need to stay.” 

It’s been a week since Cumulus broke the news to the pack. They’re two months out from tour. They need a new ghoulette. 

Aurora offered to fill Cumulus’ tour role for the time being. Leaning heavily into her Air element, she picked up on Cumulus’ parts surprisingly well. It’s bittersweet, Aurora flourishing in her new role while Cumulus steps further and further back. She isn’t gone, she’s still in the den and in the practice rooms and at dinner and all around the ministry. Really, nothing has changed about Cumulus’ presence. But the knowledge that the majority of the pack will be leaving without her looms over them all. 

The summoning night is more of a peacocking event for Copia, Frater, to show off to the newly appointed Papa. He’s in his full Papa regalia, not his Frater uniform. Scheduled on a full moon, new black candles ordered, all ghouls requested to be present. None of this is actually necessary, Dew thinks. Phantom and Aurora were summoned on a random night, cheap tealight candles, with only the standing band ghouls present. Dew rolls his eyes as Copia directs them to line the walls of the summoning room. 

Leaning heavy against the wall, arms crossed, Dew knows he’s sulking. At least in Aether’s case it was an emergency, called back to the ministry to be a representative of Copia while he was on tour. He still doesn’t understand Cumulus’ decision, can’t comprehend the willingness to just stay. Mountain nudges Dew lightly with the hand hanging down by his thigh. He sighs, shifting away from Mountain. 

“We’re going to be okay, we’ve done this before,” Mountain’s voice comes soft. 

“I don’t-“ the tightness in his chest returns, but before Dew can fully respond, Copia is addressing the room. 

“Thank you all for coming, I, eh, I know this isn’t the normal summoning routine.” Copia is wringing his hands, the leather gloves squeaking standing out in the usually quiet summoning room. 

It’s dark, it’s always dark in the summoning room. And cold. Dew has never liked being here. The memories, the implications, of every time being in this room, meaning something was changing. Someone new coming in to fill the gap of someone old. He tries not to be bitter towards new summons, he really does, but every replacement hits harder than the last.

“It’s not a replacement,” Aether told him earnestly, “I’m still here, no one is replacing me. I’m just a stay-at-home ghoul now.” He gives Dew a lopsided smile, hoping to ease the pain. Dew looks away, can’t stand to look at Aether knowing they’ll be apart for so long.

“I don’t get why Copia can’t have someone else do the job,” Dew huffs. The more they go back and forth about this, the more he feels the tears fighting their way forward.

“Hey,” Aether gently turns Dew to face him, his voice softening, “I’ll always be here. I’m not leaving you. We’ll just be in different places for a bit, but you always have me and I’ll be waiting right here for you to come home.”

Dew lets out a shaky exhale, forcing away the memories of the night before Phantom’s summoning. He loves the little quint now, he really does, but the initial adjustment period of someone new never gets easier. He’s pulled from those thoughts as the sounds of a papal robe billowing through the door announce the entrance of Papa Perpetua.

“Ah, welcome,” Copia forces a smile. Apparently he’s not too thrilled either at the thought of replacements. “Let us begin.”

Dew focuses on cracks in the black stone floor, counting lines and forming images out of soot marks. He doesn’t know how long Copia explains the ritual for, he doesn’t really care either. He’d rather this be over with sooner rather than later. His attention is pulled back to the present when Perpetua begins lighting the black candles set in a circle on the floor. Copia is watching, almost looming, inspecting every movement of Perpetua. Waiting for a moment of subpar performance to jump in and take over for the new Papa’s first ghoul summoning. For a moment, watching the push and pull between Copia and Perpetua, Dew forgets why they’re actually here. 

Perpetua lights the final candle and takes his place at the head of the summoning circle. Under the candlelight, shadowed by his mask, he looks menacing. Dew can’t help but feel unsettled. He straightens his back, sets his jaw, and decidedly focuses on the flickering of a candle. Perpetua begins the incantations from the dusty tome that Dew is far too familiar with by now. He wishes he didn’t know every syllable by memory. 

With each line read, the flames grow a bit larger. A small breeze sweeps the previously stale room. Something smells like it’s burning, Dew ignores the otherworldly essence of it. The room feels alive as some loose rubble falls from the ceiling. The center of the summoning circle sparks a small flame. It grows in brightness, but not in size. Dew feels a pit in his stomach as the room begins to warm. A dark layer of smoke covers the floor surrounding the center flame, concealing the entirety of the summoning inscriptions. The radiance engulfs the small flame. Dew feels like he’s staring directly into the sun. It hurts. There’s a sudden flash from the growing brightness and everyone in the room startles, shielding themselves from the overwhelming light. 

When the flare settles, in the center of the summoning room, stands a ghoulette. Below her, the floor is singed. She radiates warmth. Dew’s blood runs cold.

“Dewdrop!” 

Copia’s voice is distant as he bolts from the summoning room. From his Papa. From his pack. From his replacement. He doesn’t understand, but what else is there to understand? What other use would they have for a freshly summoned fire ghoul? Was this an elaborate plan to send him back to the pit? Corner him in the summoning room for a quick switch? 

He rounds a corner and the dam breaks. Dew stops running when the sobs shake his whole body. He tucks himself in an alcove to try and steady his panicked breathing. He feels sick. He can’t return to the den, can’t find solace in his pack. Hell, they’d probably drag him right back to the summoning room kicking and screaming. He can’t stay, not like this. 

His head thumps against the wall, a humorless laugh leaving his scratchy throat. Of course this would be his way out. Betrayed by his own pack, his own Papa. He should’ve known his time was limited after a run with two Papas. Third time’s the charm, right? He replaced Ifrit and now he’s meeting his own fate the same way. There would be no need to keep a burnt out fire ghoul around the ministry. 

“Dew!” He hears Mountain’s yell echoing the halls. His stomach drops. He does the only thing he knows how to do.

Dew runs.

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aurora so wears a little princess crown around the ministry they got for her and a sash

*Smashes them with a hammer *

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I present to you my nameless ghoul OC the Maryland Ghoul he has zero musical talent whatsoever the ministry thinks he sucks and thinks old bay is the best thing ever invented

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they’re having a moment

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okay i guess im killing myself then WTF HES SO PRETTY AND COOL LOOK AT HIM IM SO PROUD OF HIM 😭

📷: @ryancphoto

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New Summon: Storm Ghoul!!

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Fighting fire with fire is just his way