#aether ghoul

[wolves333]

That one Ghoul who 🧿👄🧿 into your soul

Big Earth bbg<3

His eyes♥️♥️

[floating-goblin-art]

*munching ur art*

Could you PLLLEEAASSSSEEEE draw raither (rain and aether) it would be an honor for you to even acknowledge my request!1!11!1!1

(Ur one of my fav artist…. ‼️)

sorry it took so long yo, here's a lil treat :)

[itstimetoghoul]

I was JUST looking through all your art and sighing wistfully, so it's extra wonderful to see you back! Could we get some celebratory dewther? :)))

Aether is enjoying Dew's info dump about the current rituals :)

full shot under readmore vvv

also i totally traced this couch i am terrible at furniture.

[forlorn-crows]

Crowy dearie my mind is a MESS with this idea. But aether is definitely uncut and has a thing for docking. He’ll take turns with mountain or he’ll completely cover dew or or or HHHHHHHHHHH

jhnfnf. oh you know he does. especially when its over dew's little tdick. fits perfectly under there, doesn't it?

docking, transmasc dew, a little bit of knotting, and a little bit of daddy aether under the cut >:)

(based on this post from all the way back in november)

It’s maddening. Over and back, over and back. Foreskin kissing the pulled-back hood on every stroke, and every stroke as slow and sensitive as the last. He could cum like this. Cover Dew’s little dick in creamy white and hold it there within his skin until they both shake from it. 

“A-Aethe,” Dew begs, “you’re driving me crazy.” The swollen head of his cock kicks against Aether’s slit, and the bigger ghoul nearly doubles over. “A little—fuck—faster, just a little, ‘m right there.”

Their fingers touch as Aether really stretches it past the mushroom tip, covering him fully. Dew sighs the quietest uh he thinks he’s ever heard, and it takes everything in him not to slide right between those wet folds and sheathe himself inside. 

“Gods, it’s so soft,” he groans. Over and back. Holding again. “Fuck, could just—” He pinches the skin between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around the little shaft. “Oh—”

“—shitshitshit.” Dew clutches the quint’s forearm and arches into it. Head tossing back and forth, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open. “Yes, keep-uh huh—”

“Just like that?” Aether breathes. He’s so stiff, veins along his length just plump with blood; but Dew has to cum first, has to.

“Please,” he wheezes. “Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me . . . oh—” His feet start to kick, toes curling into the back of Aether’s shins, and his face and gaze start to go dumb, lax. Little chest blooming with the rosiest heat. But his hands are gripping tight as ever, tendons popping, nails digging into Aether’s arm, and that’s when he knows to push him over the edge.

“There you go, cum inside it,” he groans. “Wanna feel it throb, wanna see how wet this makes you.” He doubles down on the pressure, using his foreskin like a makeshift cocksleeve, but so much more slippery and squishy-soft. Caressing in all the delicate places. The slight jerking of his fingers is what does it, wrenching from the fire ghoul a wounded, lowing sound. Aether fighting to keep his little dick sheathed inside as he bucks and twitches, watching with rapt attention as his entrance clenches around nothing. Slick nearly opaque as it slides towards his hole. 

“Hah. A-Aethe. Fuck,” Dew huffs. His hips eventually settle, but his dick still pulses against his slit; Aether can feel it jump between his fingers, nudging right against the opening, and for a split second he wishes he could shove it right in. The urge has him fumbling for the base of his cock, gripping hard so he doesn’t just bust right then.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back. 

Dew whimpers and tugs on his forearm, urging him back down. “Not yet, inside, you gotta—”

Aether’s growling and flipping the fire ghoul over before he can even babble for more, pressing his belly to the mattress and knocking his knees apart. Dynamic switching in an instant and he doesn’t care in the slightest. 

“Gonna squeeze my dick like I squeezed yours?” Dew only responds with a muffled fuck! into the mattress, letting Aether rub his over-sensitive head through his folds and pressing his ass back in encouragement. “Yeah, baby boy? Lemme hear you.” The quint ghoul grabs a handful of that long, ashen hair and pulls. Lithe body folding back on itself to arch even deeper.

“Shit,” the fire ghoul half laughs, half keens. Tail twitching up to expose himself more. “Lucifer.”

Aether hums, lining up. “You like that?” He twists the hand in his hair a little more, just enough to make Dew jolt and yip. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” he wheezes without a second thought. 

Aether thrusts in so fast it’s an unholy miracle he even makes it in.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he grunts into Dew’s neck once he folds himself over his back. “Fuck, got me so sensitive already, firefly.”

He can feel every ridge, every press of his head to that place deep inside, foreskin drawn completely back now as he pumps in and out. Dew shakes under his touch, craning and arching for more with every stroke. Letting Aether take what he wants, how he wants.

“That’s it,” Aether praises. “Gonna look so good on my knot.” He grips the fire ghoul’s throat with one hand and reaches down with the other to flick at his swollen dick. He grinds in hard, full, fuzzy balls grazing the tips of his own fingers. The hand on Dew’s neck tightens.

Dew lets loose a string of reedy ah ah ah’s, sounds that are like candy to Aether; once he gets some, he wants more. So he thrusts harder, jerks him faster. And in no time, the little ghoul starts to pulse around him, crying out yes and please and close.

Aether’s close too. Can feel the swell of that bulb at the base of his cock, looking for something to clamp around it.

“Gonna cum on my knot?” he asks gruffly. “Want Daddy to make you feel good?” Dew can only nod with bitten-lip, whimpering when the edge of his knot presses against his entrance. “Good boy, so fucking good for me, love.”

Aether grips him hard at the waist and grinds in, spreading and stretching until his wet walls beg to swallow it whole. That’s when he speeds his hand, focusing right at the place the little head peeks out from the hood. Precise. Devastating. 

“Oh no,” Dew sobs. “Push it in, push it—gonna—oh fuck.”

And when he does, the effect is immediate; the fire ghoul cries out, cunt squeezing around Aether as a gush of fluid splashes the front of his balls and squirts onto the sheets. Body going rigid under Aether’s hands. It only takes a few more squeezes before the quintessence ghoul is cumming too, groaning as he fills that slender body with everything he’s got. 

please consider reblogging ♡

[revengeghoulette]

Tatoes

Phantom: curly fries, but doesn’t discriminate, loves potatoes

Swiss: waffle fries

rain: crinkle cut fries

dew: regular stick fries

mountain: steak cut fries

cirrus: potato tornado

cumulus: sweet potato fries

aurora: wedges

copia: smileys

sunny: tatter tots

mist: loaded fries

aether: more a baked potato kind of guy

[dewsgremlin]

Hcs - ghouls during an argument (Part 1 - next part is them afterwards)

Swiss: When he has run out of arguments, he covers his ears and sings loudly to drown out his opponent.

Aether: He is usually patient and understanding. But if it gets too much for him, he says that he still loves the other person but needs time for himself first and then goes outside to clear his head.

Dewdrop: He loses his temper after just two minutes, is absolutely ready to throw fists, yells the worst insults ever (Aether once washed his mouth out with soap for this), throws objects and burns everything that comes too close to him.

Rain: starts crying very quickly, becomes hysterical, throws back half-hearted insults but immediately apologizes and escapes to his room.

Cumulus: is passive-aggressive until she loses her temper and then accuses the other person of everything they have done wrong in the last 10 years.

Phantom: he was overwhelmed at the beginning and therefore constantly stuttered and asked why. He can now even counter pretty well, even if his insults sometimes consist of completely confused words. (He called Swiss a grumpy cake sock)

Cirrus: She also doesn't shy away from pulling fearsome ghouls like Ifrit or Alpha down to her by the ear and giving them the lecture of their life with a raised index finger.

Aurora: She has quite an attitude and answers everything with "oh yeah?" and "mhm suuuure" in an absolutely sarcastic tone.

Sunshine: She is offended and sulks immediately. She also plans during the argument how she will delete all of the other person's game scores from any video games.

Mountain: It is almost impossible to argue with him because he immediately retreats into his greenhouse when the mood gets heated.

Copia: When insulted, he initially reacts with exaggerated pique, but then insults back. He also whispers mean things about the person to his rats - while the person is standing next to him.

[aether-the-banana-man]

Aether…I need your…assistance with something…please?

@mountain-the-plant-ghoul

'sup, mount?

[nastylittleghouls]

Rain: I put the laughter is manslaughter Mountain: I put the fun in funeral Aether: I put the D in Dewdrop Phantom: *chokes* Dewdrop: I have never been more proud to call you my husband Swiss: You smooth little fuck

[everybodyshusband]

stargazing

mushy may ; day twenty !! (approx. 1k words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

@forlorn-crows is your mushy may 2023 still good for late april of 2024 ? asking for a uhhh... a friend...

The campfire in between the pair crackles gently, greedily eating up the kindling the two quintessence ghouls had deposited onto it once they’d arrived at this spot. Aether had argued—good-naturedly of course—that the campfire would impede on his and Aeon’s ability to see the constellations he was trying to teach them. One look into Aeon’s pleading eyes and a sly “but I’m cold, Aeth…” whispered by the new quint had shut his argument down instantly; he couldn’t say no to a face like that. And so that is where the two of them find themselves: bundled up in winter coats with heavy blankets wrapped around their shoulders, a pot of hot chocolate boiling away over the campfire and another blanket spread out beneath them prepped and ready for stargazing.

Aeon must admit, when Aether had suggested waking up in the middle of the night to stargaze, they had been more than hesitant. In theory it sounded incredible, but it’s almost winter and the nights are frigid, even inside the Abbey’s walls; they didn’t want to imagine how cold it would be if they weren’t bundled up under a mountain of blankets. Luckily for Aether, he knows how to wrangle his ghouls out of bed and it’s as simple and promising warm cuddles, mugs of hot drinks and the view of a rare, once-in-a-human-lifetime meteor shower. It wasn’t even the meteor shower that convinced Aeon. The promise of snuggling up with Aether under a blanket in any situation was more than enough to rouse them from their sleep when he’d come into their room and shaken their shoulder, gently laughing at them for sleeping through the alarm they’d set for themselves.

Now that they’re both here though, Aeon can’t stop the beginnings of boredom creeping its way in as they wait for the meteor shower to make its way across the sky. “Aether,” they start, sighing dramatically when they’re met with no response. “Aeth!”

The elder quintessence ghoul snorts and gasps as he’s woken suddenly from his accidental nap. “Hmm, what?”

Aeon cackles. “Nothing, old man, you go back to your nap.”

“No, no,” Aether presses. “What is it?”

They sigh quietly, melting into Aether’s side. “I’m bored, Aeth.”

“What?!” Aether exclaims. “There’s a whole universe above you, Ae, how can you be bored?”

“Well, my guide to the universe fell asleep and ventured into his own before he could teach me about this one,” they tease, prodding Aether’s chest with their finger and giggling at the bewildered expression his face contorts into as Aeon flicks his nose after he looks down at their finger.

Aether shakes his head, amused. “Alright, alright,” he concedes. “I’ll teach you, with pleasure.” The last part of his sentence is spoken with such beautiful sass that Aeon can’t help but press forward and wrap their arms around the elder quint’s shoulders. They can’t help it, still new enough up top that their emotions escape in short, intense bursts that call for action rather than the slow, steady streams the rest of the pack experience. But Aether says they’ll learn and Aeon believes him, he’s been nothing but kind and welcoming to them and Aurora since the two of them climbed Up Top together.

“Hello? Earth to Aeon?” A hand waves across their line of sight. “Now who’s off in their own universe, huh?” The corners of Aether’s eyes crinkle as he grins, his hands ruffling Aeon’s hair as they slowly meld back with reality.

“Yes!” They flop down onto the ground, resting their head on the pillows Aether had the foresight to bring with them to maximise comfort while stargazing. “Teach me about the universe, oh, great sky master.”

Aether laughs as he lowers himself down next to them. “You know,” he starts. “Aether is a god in Greek mythology. Lots of sources say different things, but some say he’s the god of light and the upper sky.” Aeon turns their head to the side to watch Aether as he talks. He’s a vision in the starlight, hair shimmering ever so slightly and hands coming alive as he talks. “I’ve always liked that, y’know. It doesn’t really fit with the whole idea of this place but I like to imagine my namesake sitting up there amongst the stars, keeping an eye out for everyone down here.” He turns his head to look at Aeon and his eyes light up as he realises they’ve been looking at him the whole time. He takes their hand in his and Aeon swears they can feel the tips of their fingers spark when they make contact. “Oh, hi.” The crinkles around his eyes are back and he’s gorgeous in the moonlight.

“Hi.” They feel like they’ve been rendered speechless by Aether’s ardor for the stars.

“You want me to keep talking? I can teach you some constellations if you’d like.”

“Yes please,” Aeon breathes, feeling for all the world as if they’re pinned down under Aether’s gaze but somehow it’s not a bad thing, nor is it the same feeling that they get when Dewdrop does the same thing. In fact, they quite like the way it makes them feel.

Aether practically giggles in happiness at Aeon’s plea. “Oh, thank you! You lay back and listen, yeah? I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

Aeon knows that later on Aether will jokingly test them on everything he’s telling them right now, but the sparkle in his eyes and the way his hands are dancing across the dark backdrop of the night sky as he talks about his deepest passion are enough to keep Aeon occupied. No matter how hard they try to pay attention to Aether’s voice, it keeps getting drowned out by the excitement in his tone and the excited twitch his leg makes against theirs as he explains a sky crab and a… frying pan in the sky? Yeah, they’re definitely not paying enough attention. No matter, there are always other nights to drag the elder quintessence ghoul out of bed for another tutoring session. In fact, Cirrus said tomorrow night is supposed to be free from clouds, maybe they can start then.

[revelforevermore]

When The Ghouls Play Minecraft

Prompt: The ghouls playing survival mode in Minecraft.

Notes: This is a random prompt, but one that has been living in my mind for a bit. Enjoy!

Aether: He’s a simple ghoul. He likes to play the traditional way and his goal is to build a boat, a fishing pole, and spend his days in the Minecraft world fishing. Of course, peace is not an option, and the others will sneak attack him in the water. He tamed one wolf into a dog that follows him around; his dog is the ONLY thing Dew won’t mess with.

Dew/Sodo: He immediately seeks out an Enderman to square up—even if he has no weapons. He fears nothing; when everyone else is trying to sleep, he’s out playing assassin so everyone playing the game with him has to wait ten minutes until sunrise or brave the outside world at night. He likes to shoot Aether’s avatar with arrows. Him and Swiss have the highest death count because they take each other out all the time. He doesn’t build a single thing in the game. He’s the one who tries fighting the ender dragon. Also stakes out every village he can find, pillages them, and burns them to the ground—unless he feels like he can be their new leader.

Swiss: He’s fun to play with, but do NOT let him build anything. He was once in charge of building a bedroom and he managed to get the whole house burnt down (the game auto saved right after the mistake was caught). He usually tags along with Dew and they fight off all the things trying to kill everyone. He likes fighting the Creepers since they go boom. Everyone dreaded the day he discovered how to make TNT; the lawn around the houses they built are covered in craters. He makes the excuse he’s helping the others to find mines.

Mountain: He’s the potions expert and he’s the one who makes a lot of the weaponry and armor for everyone. He took care of the ghoulettes first in weaponry which pissed off Dew, but once he gave him a magic sword he shut up. He’ll help with other tasks as needed; he’s often taken on mining escapades since he’s so good at finding precious items. He likes crafting things and he’s made iron giants for each of the players. His iron giant regularly tries to kill Dew. 

Rain: He’s a little homemaker in the game. He focuses on building their shelters and relies on the others to gather materials for them all. He makes all the food and sources the coal for them. His favorite thing to do in the game is tame the wolves into dogs; so far, he has 11 that follow him around all day and help him hunt down animals. He's working on getting a whole farm organized. He has a pet zombie, too. 

Phantom: He’s a miner; he never carries much on his character since he dies so frequently. He severely underestimates his life force and how far of a drop things are. He throws himself around and moves so fast that his screen is dizzying. He likes finding the witch shacks and fighting the witches. He’ll follow Dew and Swiss around since when either dies, he can collect their supplies as his own. Rarely gives them back. Somehow, he manages to build a portal to the Nether world. He likes the ghasts. Regularly tries to summon Herobrine. He summoned a Wither before anyone was ready once and completely fucked up everyone’s day. 

Cumulus: She picks flowers most of the time or just wanders around; she’s always on the hunt for the best landscape views in the game. She wants a house built on top of a mountain no matter what anyone says, and manages to convince the others to help her. The creatures at night spook her so she’s always hiding or trying to sleep during that time. She’s trying to tame an ocelot locked in her room so she can have a cat.

Cirrus: She collects building materials for the others, while also acting as muscle. She does what Dew thinks he does: she protects the others while collecting materials for them to use. She likes exploring the map to look for random buildings to explore or the temples. She’s a regular Indiana Jones.

Sunshine: While Rain constructs the buildings, Sunshine does the decorating for them. She browses SO MANY forums looking for decoration ideas; so far, they have complete bathrooms, a proper kitchen, and even an aquarium. She also created the gardens so they could have other food sources and she tends to it alone.

Aurora: She’s a total horse girl and focuses her mission on getting one. She managed to get one and rides it everywhere; she would ride it into the houses if she was allowed. Besides that, she likes to mine with Phantom and is the first one to find Diamond. She’s one that will brave the dark to go fight the villains, and she likes messing with the the zombies before taking them out. 

[sageofthestarz]

Each of the ghouls have confided in Dew enough when he was stable that he could make some pretty hurtful personal insults fly from his mouth before he really even has time to think, and by the time they're out the damage is done.

He gets to watch as a face of concern turns to confusion, hurt, and anger. He'll take anything given to him, yelling, crying, screaming, even a smack if that's that they feel he won't fight it. Even relish in it. He knows they won't be soft with him again, won't try it because they see him for what he is.

An abusive asshole of a half bread fire ghoul who manipulated them into spilling their story's, and personal troubles just to use that against them. Make fun, and hurt when they tried to lend the same shoulder to someone they thought was their friend, their pack.

They'll never see, or feel the pain he actually feels in his chest each time. How much he longs to have that softness he once gave given to him. Patience to get past the charred black exterior to find the soft fluffy undercrust.

He's accepted he won't have it. Accepts that he's stuck in a never ending cycle of abuse that he's the cause of. One he's completely self aware of. Thinking he deserves to feel the sharp sting when they snap at him. Call him horrible things, and tell him how horrific of a ghoul he truely is.

And they're right.

It's a kind of pain he takes refuge in because it's all that's familiar. The closest thing to a comforting hand being the backslap of Cirrus' wrist after spilling some of the worst vile filled venom from his once soft lips.

Holding back the tears as icy skin connected to a burning cheek. Craving for her to slap him again if it meant to feel her touch apon his skin.

Choke back the sob as he gets any semblance of punishment that may lead to something soft. But he's not allowed soft. He's never allowed to have soft again. Not after what he's done. What he's said. How he's hurt them.

He'll watch as they cry, yell, even ask a simple 'why..?' but he can't answer.

That only makes them angrier.

Adding fule to the fire that burns to slowly rip his soul apart as he ruins everything remotely close to a friendship he had.

He'll just give a sickening smile and laugh, spewing more bile as he chokes on his own knowing this would be the last time he ever saw compassion in their eyes, a chance to explain himself.

He needs to snuff out any sparks of reignition that he could have softness from them again.

Needs to make sure his damage is done so he can be punished accordingly.

Be treated how he deserved to be treated.

He knows his behavior isn't right. Knows how horrific he's being and it makes him sick but he can't stop it. And If you can't stop it why not embrace it.

Embrace the pain, the loneliness, the ice cold feeling of a stab in his heart as he watched someone once so close to him that they told him their darkest secrets, biggest fears, and so much more turn to object horror, and anger at the words being said.

Alone.

That's what he needs.

He needs to be alone. Needs to suffer alone. Needs to die alone.

It's what he deserves.

It's what he'll make sure he gets.

No more soft.

No more care.

Only simply being,

Alone.

[deusinabsentiaa]

The time Aether threw a pick at Dew's head and it bounced off? I think about that moment a lot lol.

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[xruiiii-blog]

portable fireplace🔥

[dewsgremlin]

Hcs - ghouls after an argument (part 2 - first part was during the argument)

Swiss: he hangs around, but doesn't really want to apologize. He also doesn't want to admit if he was wrong in the argument and hopes that the person will forgive him anyway.

Dewdrop: shows up in the middle of the night and snuggles up without saying a word. Only apologizes if he has really overdone it during the argument.

Rain: knocks on the door late night, apologize for everything a thousand times and asks sheepishly whether the person still loves him. Afterwards he needs a lot of cuddles and assurances that he is loved.

Aether: shows up again after a few hours and wants to settle the dispute calmly.

Cumulus: will apologize, but only if the person apologizes first.

Phantom: sulks in his room until the other person comes and apologizes. After that, he immediately forgives and wants to spend a cozy evening cuddling up and watching movies.

Cirrus: As a sign that everything is OK again, after a few hours she gives compliments, praises and cooks some favourite food. (only if Cirrus was wrong in the argument, otherwise the person must apologize.)

Aurora: apologizes with "I'm sorry... that you're so stupid."

Sunshine: hugs and cuddles on the couch while playing video games. (she only apologizes for deleting the highscore)

Mountain: brings flowers and invites the person to look at a particularly beautiful plant in the greenhouse. Meanwhile, carefully starts a conversation about the argument to clear it up.

Copia: sends a rat with a small letter of apology. He hangs around in front of the door and when the person leaves he tries to discreetly ask if they have read the letter yet.

[bazlk]

idk im bored and still have lots of unfinished sketches from last year