#I love Ifrit I don't talk about him enough

[sageofthestarz]

Looking through my wips rn thinking ya'know maybe I am a whore at heart

[yuratheicequeenn]

Thank you for answering.

May i request and headcanon or, x Reader ( which One you prefer the most).

For Malthus, alastor, ifrit,Amon and Lucifer.

Comforting yn after they find out She self harm, maybe they find out while she's on duty as a servant,.

Thank you in advantage, i love your writing you're Amazing at It.

❤️

A/n: Kyaaa!! Thank you for the compliment! I honestly thought i wouldn't get this much support from people! I only started writing because it made me happy and others for inspiration, i'll only write for Alastor since i don't really know much for the others, please forgive me!! Thank youuu! ^^!!

The Radio Demon's Precious Darling

TW: Self harming

You hated this, you hated yourself, Why did you, a mere mortal end up in this situation? You didn't hate the fact you have Charlie and the others there as you're friends, no, the real reason was that you felt useless just being here, you worked there as a servant, you we're mostly happy there, but you harmed yourself, you cut you're arms and legs and covered them up, you didn't want them to be worried for someone like you

You swept the floor as usual watching the others just talking with each other, when you felt someone behind you, you turned around to see Alastor with his usual creepy wide smile and his hands behind his back, you jumped back startled before calming down

"Oh, hey Alastor, do you need something?"

"I actually do my dear! I would like to talk with you privately!"

Alastor responded in his radio voice, his smile never fading. You tilted you're head in confusion, this was new, you never thought you would talk with him alone

"Sure, why not?" You smiled politely in return

You both went into a private room, you fiddled you're fingers nervously, you didn't know why and Alastor had to talk in private, did you do something wrong?

"My dear, i have found out that you have did something despicable, i must say..." Alastor spoke as his voice became deep

You widened you're eyes, unable to speak as you just stood there not moving at all, he sounded so pissed... what did you even do that made him sound angry...?

"...Alastor-" Was all you could say before Alastor snapped his head at you which made you stopped talking in fear

"My dear... you've been harming yourself, haven't you?"

You froze and widened you're eyes again, how... how did he know about that...? Sure, Alastor knows every single little thing everybody has, but... you made SURE no one could know about this...

"I... well..." You lowered you're head in shame, you we're stupid, why did you even think about hurting yourself? You we're already in hell, so it didn't really matter anyway, wasn't that already enough?

Alastor sighed as he stepped closer to you, he placed his hand on you're cheek and slowly held it up to make you look at him directly, you're guys' eyes met as you both gazed into each other

"I don't understand why you do something like this to yourself..."

Alastor's voice sounded... genuine, normally he would mock comfortness to other people like Charlie or Vaggie, so why was he suddenly being kind to you? His eyebrows furrowed into sadness clearly showing his concern for you. You blinked a few times as you sighed before finally speaking

"I'm just... tired of this, i don't know why i'm here, i'm just a worthless human, unable to help our friends... i just feel like i don't have a purpose to even exist, Charlie and the others would be perfectly fine even if i'm not even here..."

Alastor paused before his expression turnrd into a caring smile instead of his fake smile he always puts on

"Y/n, of course they won't be fine without you here, they wouldn't be able to feel like their normal selves if you weren't here with us, we don't care if you're a human, you do many things for us, you help the others become better demons"

Alastor suddenly pulled you into a hug, you we're surprised but you slowly returned the hug as you both pulled away

After a while, you got yourself patched up healing the cuts on you, Alastor looked at you, as he said sweet things that also sounded... possessive

"Y/n, you're my precious darling, i would let the world burn for you, i won't let anybody to lay even a single scratch on you..."

You blushed at his words, nobody ever said something like that more than just compliments and praise, a smile crept onto you're face as you felt touched by his words and felt you're heart beating faster

"Alastor, you mean so much to me as well, i'm glad you're here with me..." You responded, you're voice gentle

Alastor then took you're hands rubbing you're palm gently

"Of course my darling, no matter what happens, i'll always be here when you need me"

He gently pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss, you widened you're eyes as you blushed more but you slowly closed you're eyes as you kissed back

Maybe there was much more to live for and be happy... you just couldn't see it

[divine-misfortune]

Hello! For the smut prompts:

“I need to be inside you/you to be inside me“

„In the bath“

With Dewther please?

So....I got....Carried away. This is 2.2k words of Dewther being gross and in love and also really fucking horny about finally being together again.

Mild cw for talk of knotting and the slightest mention of cumflation towards the end, and a bit of weirdly possessive Aether for spice.

Read on ao3 or below!

The atmosphere in the bathroom was heavy, made thick by the rich scents of lavender and geranium. It made his lungs feel warm. Each breath was close to intoxicating, something floral and sweet mingling with the familiar spice that was so unapologetically Dewdrop. To say it was going to his head would be an understatement, almost high off the air of intimacy alone. 

Aether drew in another greedy, full-bodied breath and the little ghoul plastered against his chest stirred. Dew's tail draped over the edge of the tub flicked with a minor annoyance and he carefully wrapped both arms around his midsection, kissing the top of his head with a sympathetic sound.

Safe in the quintessence ghoul's strong embrace Dew mirrored his sigh. Content, finally.

Months of travel took its toll, Aether knew that and couldn't say he missed that part of touring. Too small bunks on a swaying tour bus, lumpy hotel beds with starchy sheets, the entire god awful experience of airports and airplanes in general - Hell, in short. Dew had always struggled with the inconsistent and uncomfortable travel, Aether's own absence surely only added to the distress. The fire ghoul hadn't let him out of arm's reach since they'd reunited that morning. Not that he was complaining, or that he himself hadn’t been equally as bad.

Clingy was one word to describe his behavior but territorial was a better, more accurate one. 

He drew Dew closer, as much closer as he could manage which wasn't much. Bare skin to bare skin, back to chest, the only thing between them was the literal atoms that made them but even that wasn't close enough for Aether. It was almost enough to ease irksome yearning trying to carve itself into his bones. All those months without his pack - without Dew - had started to physically hurt and he never wanted to let him go now that they were together again. The idea was sort of nauseating. 

But he tucked Dew's hair behind his ear. A gesture to prove this moment real, an act of tenderness that was as self serving as it was self soothing. Dew chirped curiously, soft enough Aether suspected he had started to nod off.

“You still with me droplet?” 

“Mm…” He nods, or tries to. It proves to be too much effort for him to commit to, “haven't gone anywhere.” 

There’s a sleepy, floaty quality about his voice that just about makes his heart flutter. 

Aether chuffed out a laugh against his neck and Dew's ear twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish breath. He settled quickly though. All it took was Aether petting the flat of his hand over his belly, drawing another shallow sigh out of him. Content as he should be, as he deserved to be. 

“Missed you y'know,” he mumbled into the curve of his shoulder, against the warmth of his skin. It wasn't the first time he'd said it since their reunion and it certainly wouldn't be the last but the words carried the same weight. He hoped they'd stick and linger on Dew with all the permanency of scar tissue. 

“Course you missed your favorite fire ghoul.” 

“Ifrit didn't go anywhere though.”

“Wh-” Dew’s tail slapped against the surface of the water as he sat upright, ears pinning back as he threw a glare over his shoulder. His eyes were still a touch foggy with exhaustion. “We were having a nice moment, asshole. Don't make me boil you in this tub.” 

His pointed nose scrunched up with a feigned distaste as he folded his arms and Aether laughed again. Full bellied and genuine. Contempt was a mask he wore with ease but that was all it was, a mask that Aether saw clear beneath. He'd long since wormed his way under that rough exterior  and made a home in his carefully guarded affections, and since then Dew couldn’t hide a thing from him. 

“Oh you wouldn't,” Aether hummed with a confidence Dew scoffed at. He kissed the space under his ear, and once more under his jaw “I know my sweet boy better than that….” Wandering from his belly, his hand settled to pet over his hip, fingers dipping into the cut of it. Far enough to get Dew squirming a little, “know you missed me too baby.” 

“Nn…Maybe a little bit.” His pulse jumped under the brush of lips, more truthful than the fire ghoul intended to be that's for sure. An open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck was all it took to elicit honesty in a shudder. His knees poking above the water almost knocked together, a few kisses and Aether knew he had that cute little cock starting to fatten up. “...Missed you too Aeth,” he finally confessed, much like prayer. 

As much as Dew appeared to prefer a more silent variety of affection, he was impossibly weak to being loved on. Adoring whispers of I love you was all Aether needed to bring some pink to those high cheekbones. Chaste kisses and casual displays alone could get his dick twitching with interest and Aether loved that about him. Loved how sweet of a weakness it was, and how easily he could exploit such a proclivity nearly as much. 

“Say it again” Aether instructed, teasing his nails through the cornsilk hair just above where Dew needed him. He'd barely brushed the base of his cock and Dew was starting to blush a proper, more fitting of a fire ghoul, red. 

Somehow Dew melted further, like he was trying to meld himself entirely with his mate. His knees fell apart against either side of the tub. More than invitation. 

“Missed you, fuck, Aeth I missed you every fucking second.” He choked out, head falling back against his shoulder, “need you to touch it. Touch me, remind me.”

The flowery air turns spiced, clove just starting to be exposed to heat. Faint yet growing. Aether couldn't get enough. 

Still partially soft, his cock was almost engulfed in his palm. Dew exhaled shakily, he was sure his eyes fluttered but Aether wasn't looking - though he should have been - his attention was fixed below the surface of the water. Watching Dew slowly stiffen up was his favorite part. He wanted to watch the head flush to match his cheeks, enjoying the sight almost as much as the physical sensation of him filling out and twitching for him. It made it feel real, made Dew feel real. 

It's not fast but it certainly wasn't slow. Teasing was the last thing on his mind, but he refused to rush. Not when they'd both gone so long without each other. He mouthed lazily at his pulse and caught himself grinning against his throat, already imagining the messy purple splotches he planned to litter his skin with. Truthfully they had nothing but time. 

“Did it miss me too?” Aether purred, squeezing his cock just enough to wring a semi pained and entirely pleasured groan out of Dew. 

“Uh-huh…” Dew noddled, a little dumbly. Something that happened often when he was left in Aether's hands. 

Aether reveled in every twitch, every hitched breath. He wanted to commit it to memory. He kept an arm tight around his middle while twisting his free hand up and down his length. With his eyes screwed shut Dew reached blindly for him, overlapping with his unoccupied hand before naturally lacing their fingers together. It was sweet if you ignored the slight death grip Dew had on his other arm. 

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore his own ache. 

He thumbed over his slit a few times and Dew keened enough he nearly peeked over the water but Aether drew him back with a little hum. Shamelessly taking the opportunity to slide his cock against the cleft of his ass, Dew kicking hard in his fist. 

“Easy baby boy…Don't tell me I've got you close already.” 

Dew shook his head but all Aether had to do was sneak that hand down to squeeze at his overly tight balls. His jaw went slack and his thighs shook. 

“Can't cum for me yet,” Dew whined sadly, a little wounded “need to be inside you.” 

“Aeth…” His breath trembled, a quiver throughout his entire little body as those thick fingers moved further. Over the seam of his sack to rub the pads of two against his taint, grazing his hole. 

“Shh” He knew the pleading was close behind. The pathetic breathless babbling that would usually drive him wild would only drive a sad stake into his already yearning heart. He didn't want that version of Dew tonight, he wanted him blissed and spoiled to the point of overwhelm. An entire tour worth of love and desire to pour into the space of a single bath, months of time to make up for. “You've got me, you've got all of me.”

Unwilling to waste another precious second he pressed his middle finger past the fluttering ring of muscle, the two of them groaning in unison. Always so fucking tight - something that hadn't left his thoughts since their last night together. The promise of Dew wrapped so snug around him made him lightheaded.

“Belial, you still get all slick for me like you used to.” He nosed into his pale hair, wanting to bury himself in the smoky scent. “Always gonna be my little water ghoul, aren't you?” 

Squirming slightly, his flush crept damn near all the way down his chest. Despite that fidgeting Dew still moaned and tried to roll his hips. Aether gave him a second digit without warning and the biddable fire ghoul was nearly trying to fuck himself on both fingers. Doing most of the work for him, all Aether had to do was scissor him open and listen to hot puffs of breath that Dew panted out. He swore the room was getting warmer with every sigh. 

“Could smell it on you all fucking day,” Aether rumbled lowly, lips grazing a particular birthmark on his shoulder blade and Dew’s body clenched around him. “My needy boy, couldn't get my cock off your mind.” 

“Couldn't stop thinking about it, haven't stopped since the last show ended. Been waiting to come home to you.” 

Aether nearly growled, proprietorial desire burning like a supernova at his core. It made his neglected cock throb against the small of Dew's back, fat and heavy. He licked over his fangs and withdrew from the desperate clutch of his body. Dew deflated, sagging uselessly into him. 

Limp and pliable, it was almost like sliding into a doll. Easy with only the slightest bit of his resistance despite the proper lack of prep. Dew's breath caught as he nudged the head of his cock against his winking hole, unaccustomed to his girth but desperate for it, he tried to sink down onto him. Aether swore the whole bathroom tilted, maybe the entire world went sideways when the flushed red tip popped inside of him. It punched a guttural sound from him, and a high reedy cry from Dew. He grabbed a handful of his barely there ass to still him, already breathing heavily. 

His body was heavenly, or hellish in how sinfully good it was. Aether should have been dubbed a saint with the sheer restraint he exhibited not throwing Dew over the edge of the tub then and there. Hot and tight hardly described it, a vise set to draw him in and never let him go. Only having taken an inch Dew was already trying to milk him for all he was worth. 

“Ha - shit.” Aether swallowed thickly, dizzy. “Oh, oh you want it bad.”

“Fucking fill me.” A touch more demanding than Aether would typically allow, he chose to let it go. After so many months he couldn't fault Dew for forgetting his place or the rules. 

Taking his bony hips in both hands, he was reminded of just how small the fire ghoul was - just how perfectly he fit in his palms - Aether finally gave it to him. In one less than gentle movement he sheathed himself into the unholy embrace of his velvety walls. Dew's mouth fell open in a silent cry, breath ripped from his lungs. He hadn't fared much better, Aether swore the edges of his vision went fuzzy and dark. 

“Yes, yeah, Lucifer - You just fucking take it don't you?” 

“So…S’big.” 

“It is, huh darling?” He lifted him up an inch and immediately let him drop back down quick and unguided. Aether was sure Dew’s eyes crossed. “Been waiting for you. Saving it for you.” 

“Y - You,” 

“Mhm…” The quintessence ghoul licked a fat stripe up the side of his throat, reveling in the salt of his sweat on his tongue. “You wanna be filled, gonna fucking fill you.” 

Dew's head tipped forward, chin to his chest, as Aether guided his hips in a slow circle. 

“Gonna make you so full” he grabbed a shaking hand and guided Dew's palm to his belly, pressing. “Nn…Feel me? You feel me in there?” 

The fire ghoul could barely gurgle a semblance of response.

“Here, I'm gonna cum right here and then you'll really fucking feel it. Bet I can make that belly swell with it, then ‘m gonna force you on my knot where you belong.” His head was swimming. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “Might never let you off, keep you, claim you.” 

“O-Oh fuh-” 

“Hells below, you're oh - my good boy.” Aether reached for Dew's little dick, fingers curling snug around it. “Mine.”

[thegnomelord]

okay i finally caved and wanted to talk about my idea for a nishruu inspired monster of sorts? i just enjoy rambling a little bit as you may be able to tell

so nishruu. red whisps that endlessly hunt down magic and magical items to sate their hunger, so these creatures are a nightmare for mages and magic wielders. all of my knowledge for these guys comes from dnd, so ill have to take a few creative liberties but im not complaining! pure nishruus are rare - as well as humans that have under some circumstances become fused with these little magic eaters. they're slightly similar to wraiths - having whispy bodies that are impossible to contain considering how they can slip through even the smallest of cracks. they look... mostly human, besides the way their forearms, into their hands, fade into a red mist that flows off of their form, and how they can turn fully into whisps and slip away. these half-nishruus rely on magic to sustain themselves the same, so it isn't uncommon for these acceptionally rare monsters to seek out mages or other magic wielders and make a deal. i really love symbiosis - and considering that half-nishruus have human intelligence, making a deal is typically the best plan for them.

the deals are usually simple - in exchange for some magic to keep them sustained, the nishruus will fight to keep the person they made the deal with alive. after all, it's wise for them to keep their... supplier? alive, considering how many magic wielders will likely throw salt the second they see red whisps. oh, and nishruus main weaknesses are salt. it deals damage similar to poison to them. some magic wielders have even been spotted with sealed amulets containing a strange red substance inside, containing these nishruus until battle comes, where they release the magic eaters (which are likely very hungry) to aid them against any enemies who may have magical weapons or spells

also just imagining a nishruu hybrid crawling over to ifrit and begging for a deal, then ifrit keeps them like a pokemon lmao

-🪸

Okay this is cool and got me brain doing the hyperfocusing thingy so here's a noncannon blurb with Ifrit set at a time when Ifrit's been, mostly, redeemed lol. Probably doesn't make much sense but idk

You stare at Price, unmoving, unblinking. Then your gaze slowly slides to the man sitting across Price's desk. Corporal Simmons shrinks into himself, shoulders hunching and looking down, unable to meet your eyes. He doesn't know why he feels like a little boy in your presence, he's your superior for fuck's sake, but the way you look at him. . . if fucking scares him.

Finally, you speak, voice softer than Simmons expected it to be. It only makes the cold edge to it press against his throat harder. "Captain, with all due respect, which is none." You say, your hard gaze falling back to Captain Price. "What the fuck?"

Price lets out a low sigh, already done with your shit yesterday. "Don't make me write you up private." You both know he won't, you've said and done worse things than this. "You heard me clearly."

"Yeah, I heard you." You say, unable to hide the way your muscles tense, your fingers curled into fists. "I just don't understand why I have to keep the damn leech alive."

Simmon's tries to speak up, "Hey, I'm not-"

"Shut your mouth." The way you say it leaves no room for argument. Even without using magic, Simmons can feel the way it simmers beneath your skin, like lava bubbling beneath the earth. So plentiful and vast it makes his mouth water, stomach coiling itself into knots as red smoke fizzles at his fingers. God, he's so hungry, he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"Captain, there are other mages that would be more than happy to have this parasite attached to them." You grunt, motioning loosely to Simmons. "I don't get why I have to feed the damn thing." You make your disgust for Simmon's painfully clear.

"That's enough private." Price's growl forces you to listen, your attention on him as he stands. "This is an order." His hand reaches out to grip your chin, his touch making your skin prickle even when the balaclava you wear dampens the touch. "You will follow." His blue eyes stare into yours, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. It's almost endearing, the way he does it, but you know enough about dragons to see the hidden dominance in his touch. "Am I clear?"

You feel yourself frown, your eyes narrowing. "If it tries anything funny I'm taking it behind the barn and putting it down."

"Ifrit." The latter half of your callsign rolls off his tongue into a low rumble. Price tightens the hold on your chin, making it clear you're skirting the line of how much you can push before he needs to tan your ass to get some obedience back in you.

It makes your lightning prickle beneath your skin, "Yes sir." You grumble. "I understand."

"Good mage." He tuts and lets you go, "Dismissed."

You nod your head, your eye catching Simmon's as you turn to your heel. "Follow." You say, the sharpness in your voice making him scramble out of his seat after you. He sticks close to you as you walk through the hallways until you reach the training area, the walls and floors singed and blackened from weeks of training.

"Just so you know." You say, turning to look at Simmons. "As far as I'm concerned, death would suit you better." You say as you take off your glove, revealing the cooled mana texture of your mage marks. You hold your hand out, your fingertips starting to glow as you let a bit of mana flow to your palms.

Simmon's nearly stumbles over his feet, hands reaching out to hold your hand. He can't help but moan as he presses his lips to your palm, the smoke coming from his arms curling around your skin. He feels like a starving man finally getting a glass of water, feeling the mana flow into his body. He feels hot, his tongue tingles like he's just eaten something spicy, but god if feels wonderful.

He doesn't think he's ever met a mage with so much plentiful mana as you, his teeth nibbling on the volcanic chunks of your palm as he devours more mana. It curls in his belly, traveling through his veins, making him feel so warm and he just wants more, more, More—

"That's enough." You growl, pulling your hand back and quickly putting your glove back on. "Should be enough for a week." You grunt, leaving him standing where he is.

[miasmaghoul]

honestly something i’d absolutely love to see in your style of writing would be mountain and one of the other ghouls having a relaxing day potting plants in the greenhouse :) maybe they’re talking about something deep, maybe they’re exchanging gossip, maybe they’re working in comfortable silence, but whatever it is, they’re having fun, they’re soft and chaste, and they’re so so in love <3

yes uh huh yep absolutely lets go

soft boys below the cut

Dew sways in place, humming a tune to complement the raindrops pattering against the glass walls surrounding him. A springtime sunshower that makes him feel refreshed, makes his skin buzz and his gills flutter. He's tempted to sneak away, just long enough to get his fins damp and his hair frizzy, but it's a fleeting thought.

Dew's tail swishes aimlessly on the ground, stirs up fallen leaves and withered petals. The result of one of Mountain's seasonal repotting days, of hours spent pruning and stripping and checking for root rot. Of lugging around countless pots and sacks of dirt and the putrid fertilizer Mountain swears by. It's lousy work, really. Delicate but backbreaking, especially for a ghoul of smaller stature. Exhausting.

Dew's been here since just after sunup, and there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

It's been hours now, the sun hanging high where it peeks through the rainclouds. He has at least six different kinds of soil caked under his nails and streaked across his face, muddy smears covering both his apron and the garbage pair of jeans he'd yanked on this morning. They're more stain than denim at this point, and Dew wears them exactly four times a year. The little ghoul stretches his arms over his head and relishes the way his spine pops.

He's sore all over, truth be told, but it's a kind of good sore. The kind that comes from manual labor, from hard work and dedication. Dew catalogs the places he'll need to ask Aether to rub later, a little quintessence analgesic that he'll definitely have earned; his shoulders for sure, they're starting to crunch when he rolls them. His fingers too, Dew knows his knuckles will be all swollen up otherwise. Probably his legs and feet as well, but that would be better saved for -

"I'm back."

Dew's ears perk up when a deep voice calls from across the greenhouse, accompanied by the telltale squeal of the heavy glass door. Booted footsteps follow, wet soles squeaking against dirty concrete, and Dew hops off the stool he's been perched on just in time for Mountain to round a nearby pallet of exotic ferns.

"Don't get up on my accout," he chuckles, smoothing wind-mussed hair back between his antlers. Dew can just barely see misty droplets clinging to those auburn strands. "Besides," Mountain adds, holding up a paper bag, "I brought you lunch, and you don't want to eat standing up."

Dew's stomach growls mightily the moment he says it, loud enough that they both look down at it.

"Good timing," he says, poking at his belly. Dew hops back up onto his seat and scoots it closer to the filthy bench he's been working on. "Any longer and I might have started consuming things with no regard for signage."

Mountain laughs, but it's true. Dew hasn't eaten anything since he and Mountain found each other in the kitchen this morning. Even that wasn't much, a couple pieces of toast and a container of some weird coconut yogurt he'd found on the bottom shelf of the fridge.

Dew has these four days memorized at this point - three days before a solstice or three days after an equinox - but Mountain still always seems surprised to see him stroll into the common room in his work boots and crusty jeans. Dew supposes that has something to do with the fact that he usually sleeps until at least noon, but that's neither here nor there.

"Wouldn't recommend that," Mountain rumbles, setting the bag on the table for Dew to pounce on. "Last time Ifrit did that I couldn't keep him off me for a week."

"Woe is you, " Dew laments, collecting his prize. "I'm sure you suffered, what with his huge dick and endless stamina."

"It was a struggle like no other," Mountain deadpans, slipping his apron back over his head. He'd hosed it off before Terzo had called him for an unexpected meeting, and Dew had taken the liberty of pulling the moisture from it while he was gone. Left it in dark stains on the floor below instead. "I smelled like him for two weeks."

Dew snickers, opening up the bag. Pulling out a hefty container that's still warm to the touch and a real fork. There's a drink in there too, a bottle of coffee in Dew’s preferred mocha, and a paper-wrapped fruit pie the size of his hand. He looks up at Mountain with a quirked brow.

"What's all this?" Mountain tips his head while he secures his apron, makes a questioning sound. "You said lunch, I figured I'd have a sandwich or something. This is like," Dew gestures vaguely, "this is a whole thing."

Mountain shrugs, rolls up his sleeves. Dew definitely doesn't stare at his forearms for the second or two it takes to open the container. For the smell of it to hit him - roasted salmon with creamy polenta, along with a small pile of green beans flecked with garlic and lemon zest. His mouth waters immediately, and his stomach gives another loud complaint. Dew grabs his fork and gathers up an oversized bite, and it's halfway to his mouth when Mountain answers.

"I stopped by the mess after my meeting," he explains with a casual shrug. "Got there at the right time, I guess."

Dew freezes mid-bite, looks over at Mountain with his mouth still hanging open. He's in the middle of hauling pots onto his own bench, a cart of miniature rose bushes in the process of being repotted sitting beside it.

"You went to the mess?"

It's a well known fact that Mountain can't stand the parts of the abbey that attract swaths of humanity - it takes real effort to even get him to attend mass - and Dew can't imagine him braving the mess hall on his own. Again, Mountain shrugs.

"It was on the way back from Terzo's office," he offers, collecting a bush from the cart. Setting it on his worktable and brushing a few stray leaves to the ground. "You've been working hard, you deserve real food."

Dew's face goes unbearably warm, but he doesn't argue.

"Thank you," he murmurs instead, soft but genuine.

Honest.

Mountain's tail sways up to pat at his arm in response, the tufted end ticklish against his exposed forearm. Dew finally pops that forkful of food into his mouth, and the taste of it is exquisite. He groans, his eyes fall shut, his shoulders curl, the whole shebang. Surely an overreaction, but in fairness he's really hungry.

"Fuckin' hells, that's good," Dew sighs, popping a green bean into his mouth. "Say what you will about Sister Agata, but that old broad makes damn good food."

Mountain scoffs, shoots him a dramatic, offended look.

"Better than mine?"

Dew snorts, shoveling another mouthful of polenta. He makes a wavy gesture with his hand, a silent ehhh, maybe that Mountain responds to with a shocked gasp. Dew rolls his eyes, flicks his tail at Mountain's calf.

"'Course not," Dew assures him, spearing a bean on each tine of his fork. He gives the other ghoul a wink. "No one burns popcorn like you, Mount."

The end of Mountain’s tail whacks the back of his head, right above the knot he's tied his hair into. Dew waves it off, but makes a happy little sound when that tail settles on his thigh instead.

They fall into comfortable silence, Dew watching Mountain unearth a bush from its home and set it on his table. Munching away while he follows the way Mountain starts gentling its roots apart, spreading them out to better suit the large pot at his feet. No matter how often Dew does this, he can never get enough of seeing the way Mountain gets lost in his element.

If Mountain were anyone else, Dew would've asked where his lunch was, why he was eating alone. But there would be no point; Mountain has a certain philosophy when it comes to food, something that must have come ingrained in his vessel. He believes in only eating what he grows or catches himself - be it fish from the lake and streams, animals from the forest or even the odd, wandering sibling. He wouldn't eat mess hall food if it were the last thing Above.

Plus Dew's pretty sure he can photosynthesize, so there's that too.

Dew polishes off his meal quickly, while he watches flowering vines curl their way up Mountain's antlers. Speckled with tiny pale blue blossoms that Dew knows match his eyes. He's quiet, but his lips are moving like he's speaking to the plant in his hands. Dew imagines him encouraging it, coaxing life back into any fading roots. He's tossing back the last of his coffee by the time Mountain's hoisting the new pot onto the workbench, already lined with rich, black soil that will keep that little rosebush happy for months to come.

"What color will that one be?"

Full and re-energized, Dew slides from his seat and sidles up beside Mountain, observing the way he meticulously shake the old dirt from that mess of roots.

"Pink, supposedly," he mutters, brow gently furrowed. "That's what the label said, at least. Hard to know with these, though. Ivy did a lot of crossbreeding in her younger years. These could be black for all I know."

Mountain settles the little bush into its new home, carefully aerating the new earth with nimble fingers. Dew reaches forward out of habit, helps to redistribute that soft dirt and get those roots covered up nice and snug.

"I hope they're white," Dew chimes in, focused only on the task at hand. "The white ones are my favorite."

"And Zephyr's," Mountain hums, tapping the back of Dew's hand when he's happy with the plant job. Dew pulls back obediently, gives Mountain the space to fluff up its leaves. "Guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Guess so," Dew sighs, leaning his elbows on the table while Mountain adds a layer of topsoil to the pot. "My turn now?"

"If you'd like," Mountain offers, standing back. "Unless you want to wait until they're all potted first."

"Nah," Dew straightens, cracks his knuckles, "I already walked all the way over here, might as well."

Mountain laughs, a brief but rich sound that Dew treasures every time he hears it. Dew extends his hand, takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales between his fangs. The tips of his fingers tingle, cool in the temperate heat of the greenhouse.

"Soil or leaves?"

"Both," Mountain replies, and with a nod Dew twists his wrist.

This is his favorite part, of course. When it comes time for the watering, for Dew to make himself useful and earn a pat between the horns for his efforts. He holds a flat palm towards the bush and manipulates the moisture hanging around them - in the air, consensed on the glass walls, even the few droplets still clinging Mountain's hair. Channels it all into a fine mist that he's sure to apply to every last leaf and burgeoning bud. Dew hums to himself while he works, cupping his hands once he's happy with his coverage and letting the water fill his palms instead.

"There," he says, pleased, pouring a few modest handfuls into thirtsty soil. "Good enough?"

Dew steps back so Mountain can check his work. He wipes both hands on his apron, smears around the caked on dirt that'll take a chisel to remove by the time the day is done. Mountain rumbles his approval after a moment, and Dew preens from the sound alone.

"Very well done," he lilts, and Dew rolls up onto the balls of his feet just in time to meet Mountain's hand. It rests perfectly between his mother-of-pearl horns, ruffling the loose hairs that have escaped their ties. Dew purrs, Mountain chuckles, and they part once more.

"One down," Dew says, peeking around Mountain at the remaining plants on the cart. "How many to go?"

"Eight," Mountain replies easily, already hoisting the next bush up to work on. "Of these, at least. I think the new guy is almost done racking the orchids, so those will be next."

Mountain looks at him from the corner of his eye, like he's waiting for Dew to complain. To whine about this taking too long, or that it's too boring. The look he gives him every time Dew volunteers to help him with this. Dew gives him a fang-filled smile instead.

"Sounds good," he says easily, striding back to his own work station. "I'm here as long as you want me, big guy."

Mountain chuffs, eyes sparkling. Dew can't believe how much more obvious the gold flecks in his emerald irises stand out on these days. He looks so...whole. Mountain's fingers dance over what will one day be a rose, now just a green bud, and Dew doesn't miss the way his ear flicks.

"Hey, Dew?" His voice carries something deep, something real.

"Yeah?"

There's a long beat of silence, and all Dew can hear are fading raindrops. The sun's getting brighter now, fewer clouds to hide behind. He can see Mountain’s freckles in the warm light, and the streak of copper in his hair. Then,

"I'm...really glad you're here."

Everything around them seems to soften. Dew smiles, unabashed and open, his tail drifting over to tangle with Mountain's just because he can. He huffs our a deeply amused laugh, staring down at his tabletop to hide the way his cheeks flush. Force of habit.

"Nowhere else I'd rather be," he replies, easy as anything, and he really hopes Mountain believes it. "Now gimme something to pot, my fingers are gettin' itchy."

Mountain snorts, shakes his head, but doesn't hesitate to grab another bush and a pot, depositing them on Dew's table. Dew busies himself scooping fresh dirt into the terracotta vessel while Mountain checks the plant for anything that requires pruning.

"This one's even supposed to be white," he says, not missing the way Dew perks up at the words. "Take good care of it, yeah?"

He will, of course. And in a few months, when these plants are hale and hearty and flush with springtime blooms, a bouquet of them will appear in Dew's room. Perfectly trimmed and never wilting, wrapped in silky green ribbon that Dew will save in a secret place behind his sock drawer.

For now, Mountain returns to his own table, and together they work. The silence doesn't last nearly as long this time, broken by Mountain humming a folksy tune that Dew has heard enough times to harmonize with. So he does, the sound bouncing around them and accompanied by the gentle rustle of leaves swaying in a nonexistent breeze. The plants singing with them, Dew thinks. Peaceful.

Soon enough, one of them will speak again. Will break up the monotony with talk of music or recent happenings, or maybe even indulge in a little gossip regarding Terzo's newest summon. He's a hybrid, Dew heard, fire and earth and supposedly just enough quintessence to make him a Problem. Dew wonders if that's what Mountain's meeting was about, but he doesn't ask. Not yet.

For now, all he needs is this.

[chuckyslivinghell]

Ifrit × Zephyr × Dewdrop

Chronic pain

Zephyr gets princess treatment because of his pain

He/they for Zephyr

He/him for ifrit and Dewdrop

It was a bad pain day for Zephyr, when he woke up he felt a dull, manageable pain in his hips and shrugged it off to do his chores.

He ate breakfast as usual, talking with Aether and Phantom about anything and everything and Aether already noticed that they were in pain.

"You're in pain, aren't you?" Aether asked softly, not wanting to make Zephyr uncomfortable but wanting to help.

"Don't worry, I manage. It's not that bad, just a dull pain." Zephyr answered with a small smile, trying to reassure him that they're okay. Aether nodded, not wanting to push the topic but he made a mental note to tell one of the fire Ghouls about it, that they can take off Zephyr if it gets too bad or at the end of the day.

While Zephyr did his chores the pain worsened and wandered down into his knees and up into his back. Around three to four hours later the pain was so bad that he had to go back to his room and lay down.

While they crossed the common room to get to his room, Ifrit saw him and noticed that Zephyr was limping. He quickly followed the air ghoul and knocked on the door with concern written on his face.

"Zeph, love, you're okay? I saw you limping and wanted to check up on you." The concern was visible in Ifrits voice, I was obvious that he really wanted to help Zephyr.

Zephyr was already laying in his bed, still in the uncomfortable uniform, "you can come in..." Zephyr said weakly, the pain obvious in his voice. Ifrit opened the door and his heart shattered when he saw Zephyr rolled in on his bed. The fire ghoul sits down next to them. "Want to change into more comfortable clothes, dear?" Ifrit asked his boyfriend, his hand combing through the long, white hair. Zephyr just nodded slightly and that was enough for Ifrit to help him change into comfortable clothes, careful not to make the pain worse.

Afterwards he sits down against the headboard and pulls Zephyr up to his chest, heating himself up and letting the warmth of his body work wonders against Zephyr's pain.

Ifrit massaged his hips, peppering the back of his neck and head with kisses.

Zephyr hums in appreciation, melting into Ifrit. "Thank you, darling" Zephyr said softly, feeling how the pain lessens.

A knock on the door disrupted them and Ifrit told whoever knocked to come in. In the doorway stands Dewdrop with a worried expression.

"Hey you two, Aether told me that I'd find you here." Dewdrop said softly. "Can I join you?"

"Of course, firefly." Zephyr smiled softly at the shorter fire ghoul and opened his arms for him. Dewdrop smiles at the nickname and carefully lays down on Zephyr, so he can also hold him. Dewdrop also kicks his body temperature up, to help with the pain.

"How about we watch a movie and relax for the rest of the day?" Ifrit asks the two smaller ghouls, already taking the remote in his hand and turning the tv on.

The other two ghouls nod in unison, Dewdrops hand softly rubbing up and down Zephyr's sides. Ifrit turns in a random movie, where he knows that everyone will like it. The three of them cuddle and watch the movie in silence until Zephyr speaks up again.

"Thank you, you two. You don't have to always help me with my pain." They say softly.

Both of the fire Ghouls reassure him that they love to help and that it's basically just cuddling to them. Afterwards the room fell silent again, the three of them just watching the movie.

[alackofghosts]

got tagged by tumblr user @fourteenthz (loved reading about thesa, by the way <3)! thank you very much!

— B A S I C S

name: lil guy i'm very shy, don't worry about it

nicknames: none based on his name, as it's quite short already, but will also respond to a fond and/or slightly exasperated "hero"

age: 33 as of 6.55

nameday: 27th sun of the 4th umbral moon

race: rava viera

gender: cis man

orientation: gay

profession: adventurer

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T

hair: black, naturally wavy, very thick and soft

eyes: dark brown

skin: warm brown, freckles easily, especially his face

tattoos: none

scars: burn scar on his left shoulder from his fight with ifrit, another burn on his right thigh from nidhogg. a few other scrapes here and there. notable lack of any significant scarring from shb and beyond, because that's how i see astrologian healing working - he feels particularly strange about not having a scar from his fight with zenos in endwalker

— F A M I L Y

parents: he has not been back to his home village, for obvious reasons, so doesn't know - but assumes - his mother is still alive and well; never met his biological dad. but because he showed signs of. however the viera would call/conceptualise the inner beast, one of the women called in a favour with a wood warder who was also a warrior, to take him under his wing to train. said wood warder, however, was wholly at a loss what to do with a child, having never taken in a ward before and decided to seek out an old friend, who had since left the forest. ...long story short, he ends up being raised by an all-viera dalmascan resistance cell, who end up packing up and leaving with him in tow after almost being rooted out by garlean forces. he views most of them as Parental Figures and loves them dearly, even if some of them have scattered into the winds after he left to become an adventurer

siblings: he isn't aware of any biological siblings, but the village took a very communal approach to raising kids, so at the time he definitely felt like the other kids were his siblings, regardless of any blood relations. one of the men in the resistance cell was a 'mere' 30 or so years older than him, so he also counts more as a sibling than anything else in his eyes

grandparents: he has definitely met his maternal grandmother, but as with his mother, he's not been back home and doesn't know if she is still alive (but in all likelihood: yes)

in laws and other: THE TWINS. putting an exact name to what alisaie and alphinaud mean to him would honestly not be Good or Close Enough, but they are absolutely like family to him and a reason to keep on going. he also has a very sibling-like relationship with lyse, who is always ready and willing to match his energy, tag along for workouts and tease the hell out of him

pets: he befriends an amaro hatchling at the crystarium during shadowbringers and during a later visit, her handler notes that she's been looking glum without him around. he loves animals, but his living situation has been far too chaotic after becoming an adventurer to accommodate an animal (that isn't his chocobo, who, at least, is much easier to house) and hasn't felt particularly inclined to change that. but after endwalker, he finds himself actually wanting to change that and has the time to do it... so, with a little bit of help from feo ul, he has a little amaro friend with him now

— S K I L L S

abilities: war + drk + pld and all that that entails. skilled and formidable fighter, good at navigating/strategising through a fight on the fly, quick study (as far as fighting is concerned, anyway)

hobbies: working out (especially running and swimming), hiking, he's been learning to enjoy fishing after endwalker

— T R A I T S

most positive traits: protective, caring, insatiable lust for life

most negative traits: too willing to let other people do the talking for him, impulsive, stubborn

— L I K E S

colours: warm red, gold, the bright green of sunlight filtering through leaves

smells: fresh earth, cinnamon, a meadow in early summer, the savoury smell of the stew one of his dads used to make

textures: soft grass under bare feet, tree bark, skin on skin, the scratch of ardbert's beard

drinks: water, pineapple juice, lemonade

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

smokes: no

drinks: only socially, and even then it's fairly rare. he did drink a little more often as a baby adventurer, mostly because he simply had more opportunities to do so: mingling was useful and it wasn't uncommon to have a rowdy bar night to celebrate a job well done. he is a bit of a lightweight and tends to withdraw when tipsy/drunk, so he actually has more fun when sober

drugs: also no (unless we're counting medicine for this. he won't be refusing painkillers if he's in pain etc.)

mount issuance: his beloved chocobo, who he dotes on very much, especially because it was something of a dream to have when he was just a baby adventurer - he could not have afforded to buy or maintain one at the time

been arrested: he's got in trouble for those rowdy bar nights - he's not the type to start a fight, but if someone were to pick a fight with him or his friends, by gods, he will be finishing it. no serious jail time, more like being hauled off with everyone else involved to sober up until morning, though

[bluravenite]

Just thought of somethin sad, what if dew stayed as a water ghoul? they summon rain only to find out he's a water ghoul, they don't do anything at first. Everyone get's along with rain lovely, then one night. they hear blood curling screaming and rain has been forcibly turned into a fire ghoul. dew comforts him and tries to get him to calm down. how do you think rain would be if he was turned into a fire ghoul against his will?

I haven't heard your name in a while, but hello, yes this was one of my favorite asks I never got around to answering....

I honestly think it would've been very similar to my headcanon of the ghoul lore. In my hc the only details that change is, people were indifferent to rain except for dew, who got very close to him. So when dew turned he was crying and screaming and the only thing that calmed him down was rain. Swiss kinda hated that... and there was some conflicts with other/previous ghouls as well.

So in the case scenario that rain would've been turned instead, and against his will, I think his relationship with swiss would've been very different.

I think rain would be cold... for a fire ghoul, like mean rain, but If you added spice to it... hebwould only soften up for dew, and for swiss, he would cut deep with his words, swiss would love him though... he'd love the chase and the fact that he knows now at least rain isn't a useless little bass stand-in, he's lead... so he'd have some more respect I think! Do you remember that picture of swiss on his knees for rain? Yeah picture that, but rains foot would always rest at the crook of swiss' hip and thigh, always close enough to topple swiss over if he wants to, with dew sitting on his lap giggling because they both know swiss loves it....

Rain would turn into a little shit... and there would be a lot of "you were never meant to be his replacement, this is where/what you were always meant to be" argument possibilities, where maybe rain breaks down because he misses that part of him that used to be so naive and sweet to dew, and dew is the last bit of that memory he has left....

CW: mild mentions of physical abuse

I think rain would also try to fight both ifrit and alpha, he'd get into a lot of trouble and sometimes get beat up pretty badly, so mountain and aether would give him a parent talk and take care of him "you can't go around picking fights with ghouls twice your size, you should spend some time with mist, look how much dew lobes her, and alpha never messes with her or anyone around her vicinity, try talking to her about it, alright rainfire?" Would ask aether.

"He's a fucking prick who needs to be shown that what he's missing is up his ass" would scuff rain 😼

Point being... it's very interesting and now I kinda want to design rainfire and draw him 🫡

[burstfoot]

Arknights, 2 and 13

2 because i'm curious

13 because of the ask i got :)

Thank you for the prompts annie!!! 2. Oh jeez to pick from three??? To pick from three??? I guess if I had to pick (and this isnt from most to least fav just an arbitrary order) Goldenglow is one of my all time favourites, I love her design sooo much its so cute I stockpiled emotes and used her as an icon even before I actually started playing the game, and then when I actually got to Light Sparks in Darkness I was glued to the event the whole time... her story about trying to give the Infected and poor of Caladon dignity and having such a simple dream crushed by the greed of the rich in the area hit really close to home... I don't think people talk about the scene where Haze talks her down from committing suicide enough, that scene is REALLY good and one of the standout moments in Arknights for me. Also s3 carries me through every boss thank u susie <3

I probably have to choose between Silence and Ptilopsis cuz they're so intertwined so it would be sort of pointless to just do both of them for 2 and 3. I'll go with Silence cuz she has way more screentime even though I do love Joyce a whole whole bunch Unlike GG I had 0 clue about her before I started playing and sort of experienced her story out of order, I read Dorothy's Vision and was like "yeah she's cool :)" and then didn't think about her that much and then I finally got convinced into reading the manwha and it transformed my mind forever... the complexity of her story and relationship with Ifrit and Saria and Rhine Lab, how selfless & passionate she is to make up for the things she did wrong... ;-; < 3333. The underdog story of all of these great minds in columbia being unfolded by a tired, dedicated 5 nothing owl mom is so good. I also really love her design and Nori might be my favourite AK artist so every piece of art he does of her I love seeing. (also i really like guardians of gahoole as a kid so im obssessed with owls)

^ the bubo bubo For my third I could go with like, Specter or Muelsyse or Flametail or any other character within my favs who actually has lore to base my love upon them on but I wont. Pudding

Pudding :) Shes so cute. Let me get straight to the point. I have seal 13. I don't want to be too negative on my account hashtag peace and love... BUT... Related to earlier mentions... I kind of can't get behind Redblade/GG anymore. It's not necessarily that I hate the idea of them together, but it feels like "red miraculously showing up to save GG from problems" is pretty much the weakest storytelling aspect of Light Sparks in Darkness that exists just to move the plot along and as a whole the pairing almost always feels like it severely downplays the depths of her character in favor of STRONG MAN protect CUTE GIRL. It's a very stereotypical M/F pairing I'm much more interested in her relationship with Quercus or Haze, both of who have seen Susie at her lowest points and reached out to support her, as opposed to Red who pretty much just like. is nice to her and saves her from goons Also every single male doc / female operator pairing kinda grosses me out, it's pandering that reduces the characters to one note caricatures of themselves. If you read doc as male all of his actual in-universe relationships are made less interesting by being romantic or you are inventing a sex god chad that does not exist to magically seduce operators that do not interact with him in the story. I was going to call it self-insert garbage but the male!doc/female operator fan content i have seen is an insult to self-insert garbage.

[I don't hate m/f pairings btw mr nothing kroos nation. Men getting pegged. Mountain and domma and/or robin is cute too]

P.S. I like wracked my brain to find a yuri pairing i didnt like becasue i dont think being like. straight people are NOT COOL is going to be controversial at all on tumblr dot gov but i legitimately could not think of a popular one that i couldn't at least slightly get behind. even the worst yuri mischaracterization is fine to me ive seen the horrors of gachabro fancomics

[sparklecryptid]

winter song

smol gift for @hamelin-born as congrats for life milestone!

There is little Luche can do about the frost in his bones, there is less he can do about the magic in his veins and how he knows deep in his heart that if he wanted to he could be a monster. The line of Somnus was started by a monster - it stands to reason the ability to lie, cheat, steal, murder, and plunder lays dormant within each of his successors.

Luche, for reasons unknown to him, walks on the path of one of those successors. The magic in his blood unruly and wanting more - always wanting more - to sate its possessive desires. The frostbite burn in Luche's blood isn't satisfied with what Luche has given it, a life of peace away from the battlefield, away from blood and the one they know could turn the burn in their blood into a wildfire, yet Luche still refuses to walk the path of his ancestor.

He still refuses to put himself in a position where he could betray the people he loves. Once upon a time the Kingsglaive might have been his in someway, Luche might have been able to show his care for them more openly but now they don't know that he exists. They don't know that Luche still loves them - clouded in froststained glass as they are - and that what he does is so they can live.

Luche is selfish.

Luche is not a member of the Kingsglaive.

That doesn't mean the Kingsglaive are not his.

-

They come like an avalanche, one walks into the library and the rest follow as if drawn to Luche like a moth to the flame. That is how Luche meets Tredd in this life. He comes in for advice on tactics claiming his god sent him.

Luche doesn't know enough about Ifrit to dispute it.

Tredd keeps coming after that and Luche-

Luche doesn't stop him. He should by all rights Luche should stop Tredd, he should stop all the Glaive from coming to see him before something happens and it's too late for any of them to go back.

But it's already too late. It's already too late because Luche is attached again and he can't let any of them go. Not again. Not this time.

He thinks of applying.

In the end he doesn't have to. The main branch of the Insomnia Public Library is targeted by imperial spies and Luche doesn't hesitate - can't hesitate the future is ringing warning bells in his ears- before he places himself as the communicator between the civilians and the attackers.

A song of war echoes in Luche's ears and a tragic play dances in front of his eyes and Luche's body goes slack as if he's being held up by an invisible force.

It is easy to maintain a shield between the attackers and civilians and Luche only talks - mutters nonsense and prophecy - long enough to do so.

It is easy after that to freeze the attackers solid. He finishes the job just as Nyx barges in with Tredd behind him.

"Luche?"

"Oh," Luche says, half lost to madness and shivering as frost spreads from his feet, "Hello, it's been taken care of. I should go."

Tredd grabs his face and the heat of Tredd's palms eats away the madness that lingers around Luche like a shroud.

"Oh," Luche blinks back into awareness and jerks away from Tredd to stare at the statues, "Oh shit."