#owlish anon

[divine-misfortune]

Would you mind to elaborate on Swiss making someone call him Mommy?

~ @owlishanon

I'd love to :3!!!

Swiss has been called a lot of things, he's usually fine with just about anything and everything. But I think being called mommy hits him different. It goes straight to his head (the one on his shoulders, thank you very much.) Like a little bit of an ego stroke. Sure, being called daddy makes his dick throb, but there's just something about mommy...Like I said, hits different.

The way it spills off his partner's lips is far more satisfying; always softer, needier, more tearful.

Dew uses it when he's feeling bratty, dripping with an attitude Swiss is so quick to break. Bent over Swiss' knee with his pants tugged down his thighs, a firm hand on the back of his neck to hold him in place, and a harsher one striking him across the ass. He'll spank him until Dew forgets every word in his vocabulary except for mommy and please.

Cirrus will mumble it when there's a particular side of Swiss she needs, but can't figure out how to ask for. A little more soft in his actions, a lot more stern in his words. She's always embarrassed to say it but grateful for what it gets her when his knee is slotted between her legs, face buried in his shoulder, whispering it like a mantra as she ruts her bare pussy against rough denim.

Rain takes some coaxing. He tries not to, but knows Swiss won't give him what he wants until he asks properly. Only when his fingers are buried in his cunt, edged past coherency, is when Rain will cry it for him. His reservations crumble, and his desperate sobs of "mommy I need to cum" are music to his ears.

Aurora is mommy's princess. She'll wear her pretty dresses that barely fall to an appropriate length and plop herself in his lap at any given opportunity. He'd call her his good girl if she wasn't such a tease, if she didn't constantly grind herself against the bulge in his pants while they're sat on the couch with the others around. Aurora loves to whisper it real close to his ear to work him up and practically scream it into her pillow when he fucks her.

Aether will never admit to liking it. Even when he asks Swiss to please wear his pretty red bottomed heels that click perfectly against the tile floors and the corset that seems to push his tits together to give him the perfect amount of cleavage, that curly dark hair peeking just above the bustline drives him mad and Swiss knows it. He'll kneel at his feet and let Swiss press one of those fancy heels against his aching cock and thank mommy for hurting him.

Cumulus is a little bratty about it, not like Dew is. She'll act like she's too good to say it, and if she does, it's sarcastic. He plays into how sensitive she is. He'll tie her hands to the headboard and hold her favorite vibrator to her clit for as long as it takes. The longest she's gone is two and a half hours. She likes to be broken into being good. Needs him to remind her how to behave for mommy.

Mountain sits and takes whatever Swiss feels like giving. If Swiss wants Mounty to be his good boy? Happily. And if Swiss wants him to be a good girl? Without question. He's eager and sweet as pie. Lets Swiss dress him up, dress him down, test out the odd new toys he's managed to get his hands on, anything. Mountain doesn't love when Swiss feels particularly cruel, he falls too deep into subspace like this to handle the degradation. So Swiss is nothing but praise, even when he's slapping his sweet boy across the face. Mountain giggles like a ditz and takes it. Just as long as Swiss is kind.

And Phantom? Oh, Phantom is so shy about it. His face turns so red when Swiss first pulls him into his lap and kisses him slow and deep, he just about glows with embarrassment when Swiss asks him if he "wants mommy to make him feel good". He's pliant, and nearly as eager as Mountain for a drop of praise. He's nervous to lean into it, not stubborn about it like Rain. But once Swiss coaxes that first warbled little mommy out of him, he can't make himself stop. Phantom babbles it hopelessly, helplessly, stupidly, not even sure if he's begging for anything in particular.

I'm sure Swiss has said it to himself too. Sat at the edge of his bed with his mirror brought close enough to watch himself as he works a toy much too thick into himself. It just tumbles off his lips...'that's it baby, give mommy your cock' as it eases in. 'like how tight mommy is, don't you?' as he starts to fuck himself. 'gonna make mommy cum, harder harder harder-' as he bucks up into his fist, panting, ready to spill over onto his knuckles.

I just...Think Swiss really likes getting to be called mommy, okay.

[iamthecomet]

In Case you still take requests:

Could I get a little bit of Dew/Cirrus?

Pegging maybe? Dew is a brat to all of the boys, but not to her? When with Cirrus, he‘s a good boy. Follows orders, is pliant even? And she’s aware of it. Has seen him with Swiss or Aether or Rain or Mountain, or multiple of them at once. So she showers him in praise, let‘s him know how good he is being. Tells him how proud of him she is that he can let all of what a bitch to deal with he usually is slip away when with her. That he lets himself be vulnerable around her.

(I know it‘s well talked-through and this kind of thing has a LOT of fics centering around it, but it just won‘t leave my mind)

~owlish anon

No one else gets to see Dew like this. Cirrus doesn't take it for granted. She knows she's lucky, knows she is the only one who sees Dew drop to his knees without a fight. The only one who he nuzzles up against and asks, gently, if she has time for him. She knows he'll get here with the others. Fucked into submission. But she doesn't have to do anything to get him here for her. All she has to do is tell him what she wants him to do, and he does it. Without a word. Easy. Obedient. Pretty. Good. He goes so pink, flushed down his neck, sweat beading on his forehead. Eyes screwed up tight, his fingers clenching against his thighs. Usually, when she pegs one of the boys, she takes them face down, ass up. She is in control. They haven't earned the privilege to look at her while she uses them. But Dew? She always takes Dew on his back. One of his boney legs thrown over her hip. The other splayed open against the comforter. She looks down and watches as the blue silicone slides in and out of him. He mewls with each snap of her hips. "You're always so good for me," She says to him, smoothing one hand over his belly, up to thumb at a nipple ring until he digs his fangs into his lip and whines. He's a vision. Warm gray skin, tinged pink on full display. Sweat collecting in the hollow of his throat, his tail curled around her thigh for nothing more than contact. When he opens his eyes--a rarity at this point in the night--they're molten copper. His hair is spun gold in the fading fire light. He's pretty. Cirrus tells him so. He doesn't snap back at her the way he does with the boys. He just cracks his eyes open, he looks at her like he doesn't believe her. "You are," she insists. "and so good. You take me so well, Dewy, always. So easy." He whines. She changes the angle a little, a subtle shift until Dew is bowing off the bed and keening. Then she hones in on it, picking up the pace until his eyes roll back into his head. His neglected cock leaks precum into the hollow of his hip. She touches him, finally, and he almost sobs in relief. She could have made him beg. That's her usual move, but denial feels like a punishment he doesn't deserve. He has taken everything she's given him tonight with grace, with gratitude. When she shoved her fingers in his mouth so deep he gagged, he thanked her for it. "I know how hard it is for you," she coos, reaching up to brush some of the hair stuck to his forehead away. She tucks some behind a pink-tipped ear. "I'm so proud of you."

Dew blinks up at her, eyes glassy. "I like being good for you." "You do such a good job, sweet boy." She twists her hand up over the head of his cock, she watches the tears prick at the corner of his eyes. "I'll let you cum, but you have to make me a promise." Dew nods, he holds her gaze, forces himself to even though she can see the way he wants to snap his eyes closed, it's too much. His hips twitch up into her hand. "Words, Dewy." "Anything, whatever you want." He sounds so genuine, so reverent. He stares at her like she's hung the moon and the stars. His devotion sends a swoop of arousal through her stomach. "When you're done, you're going to go down on me. And you aren't coming back up until I say." He stares up at her, nodding sharply, eyes wide and desperate. "Please," he pants, "smother me." She grins, all teeth, "that's my good boy."

[forlorn-crows]

FR though

Like all the ghouls are on and off trans masc/male for me, but sunny is a girldick haver 100% of the time

At this point, we probably need to start with cis!Sunny as a tag instead

Learning “male“ anatomy only for her tbh

~owlish

@owlishanon and you know what? you're so real for that. keep doing what you're doing. dont let anyone tell you otherwise.

sunshine just. she deserves a dick, okay? she was made to have one. i dont make the rules. she is girldick and rain is boycunt (if you ignore the tentacle dick part . . . )

and dont even get me started on tdicks/big clits . . . hoooo baby

[anotherghoul666]

I‘ve got a little question! You might have included it in a fic already and I just forgot about that part (in that case, feel free to just tell me and I’ll search for the answer myself)

In your omegaverse AU, the heats of every element are different/occur under different circumstances, right? Like air in early spring, fire gets triggered by others…

After that logic, how do quintessence heats work/how do they get triggered?

~owlish

Hello again my dear Owl!

I have indeed detailed all the heat/rut triggers of the various elements in the lore intro section of Make my Blood Rush (Slow Down). That being said, it will be my pleasure to summarize this section of my omegaverse AU lore for you here:

Water ghouls are influenced by the moon, like water is. Typically they'll be very strongly pulled by the moon they were summoned closest to, and they might have a couple of other moons through the years that are lesser pulls. That main moon produces an unavoidable cycle. They like to spend their cycles with any element that can take them through it.

Air ghouls are tied to the season of spring. They can pop throughout spring, but most of them will get their cycle at the end of spring, just before summer. The air heats/ruts tend to be communal affaire in big nests with other airs and air hybrids, but they're ok with the odd other element wandering in.

Earth ghouls' heats/ruts are tied to the season of fall. They pop very hard and violently when fall ends, as one last explosion of vitality from nature before winter comes. Then in winter their core lays dormant, in a sort of hibernation, and they get very calm and difficult to arouse. Because their cycles are so violent, they tend to stick to other earth ghouls that will match their intensity. It takes a lot of convincing for other elemens to get accepted in.

Fire ghouls' cycles are triggered at any time by someone else having their heats/ruts nearby. They only need a bit of fuel to catch. They can go regardless of season, they can go multiple times in a row as long as they keep getting stimulated to pop, and their cycle lasts mere hours as opposed to days for the other types. They will happily heat/rut with anybody.

Quintessence ghouls have a very calm and measured heat/rut experience where they remain in control for much of the process. They have an inner timer that's personal to each of them, and they will know in their bodies days or weeks in advance that it's coming so they can prepare. They can also make their cycle pop when their help or assistance is needed, for the sake of healing their mates. They don't favor partners of a specific element, moreso they favor partners with whom they have connections, or who need them.

Hybrid ghouls tend to have a dominant element over the other that will feel the natural pull of, but it doesn't lock them out of their other element's triggers if they wish to experience both cycles.

Multi ghouls (so Swiss, because in my headcanon he's the only one who has all five elements within) feel all the pulls from all the elements, but none of them are mandatory like for the full elemental ghouls. His connections to the elements aren't strong enough for him to be taken over or influenced. He has the option to pop along with any cycle he wants, but he has to choose to. He is under no biological imperative.

Hope that clears things up :D Never hesitate if you have more questions about my lore, I love talkign about this stuff! ❤️

[pluviophile-imagines]

im liking it so so much!!! started this weekend and im on chapter 40 already. but yeah! i always noticed when he is in the panel im like *(u_u) hi. i started because of him but im a main character type person so isagi is killing me in the best way but gagamaru is second for me. he's so cute and i love his design. his black eyes are so cute and the way he's so stiff. i like.

Omg isagi is SUCH a good mc ngl I find him so compelling and I’m rlly not an mc kinda gal so it’s v impressive to me,,,,, obvi I latched onto gaga (and a lot of other chars rank higher than isagi like reonagi and aiku the latter of whom you haven’t met yet pfft) but from a narrative standpoint I rlly rlly enjoy isagi!!!! So he’s a solid pick, and the safest in terms of picking a char who’ll stick around 🫣

[miasmaghoul]

A request for this Fine wet boy Wednesday:

A little something (nsfw) with Water!Dew/Rain?

~Owlish anon

wet boys in love let's go!

Rain has the little ghoul tucked against his chest, one arm wrapped around his slight waist while the other supports a slender thigh. Holds it up just enough for Rain to rock into him with languid rolls of his hips. The kind that hit every wonderful spot with lazy precision, the kind that have Dewdrop's eyes unfocused and heavy-lidded.

There's no urgency in Rain's motions, nor in Dew's breathy sounds. No demands of more, or harder, or deeper. That's not what this is about. This is about closeness. About the desire to simply feel one another. Pleasure for pleasure's sake. It's not about chasing an orgasm - at least not yet, that will come later - but about the experience itself. The intimacy of it all.

"You feel so good," Rain breathes, trailing his lips along Dew's shoulder, the place where it meets that slender neck. "You always feel so good." He nudges the little ghoul's messy braid out of the way to press a kiss to his nape, relishing the soft huff of pleasure Dew gives in return.

"So do you," he sighs, still a bit hoarse from last night's more...rigorous activities. Dew reaches back to lay an elegant hand on Rain's hip, giving him a fond squeeze. The other one strokes Rain's arm, the one wrapped around his waist, Dew tracing a claw along the sensitive place where Rain's fin meets his skin. Rain presses his nose into Dew's hair and lets the scent of a springtime sunshower flood his senses.

"Love having you like this," Rain murmurs, the words dripping with genuine affection. Dew tips his head and Rain takes the invitation to kiss along the gentle slope of his throat, just behind his gills. The little ghoul trills low in his throat, pleased. Quiet agreement. They don't really need words right now - the depth of their connection is palpable without them.

Rain slips his hand from Dew's waist, callused fingertips sliding over cool skin until he finds Dew's cock. He isn't fully hard, and that's absolutely fine by the both of them. It sits perfectly in Rain's loose grip, pudgy with interest and slick at the tip. Rain gives it a gentle fondle just because he can, and Dew offers a soft groan in return. He pats Rain's hip a few moments later, just enough to get his attention.

"Wanna ride you," he murmurs, turning his head just enough for Rain to see the blissful look on his beautiful face. Who could possibly say no to that?

"Whatever you want, angelfish."

Dew chirrpus at the nickname, one he only allows Rain to use when they have each other like this. Something about these encounters brings out the softest parts in each of them. Exposes something that they'd rather keep hidden. A shared pale underbelly of care and kindness.

How disgusting.

Rain gives one last lazy thrust before be pulls out with an overtly wet sound, a combination of Dew's slick and a not-small amount of his own pre coating his length. Dew flips onto his other side before Rain has a chance to shift onto his back, catching him in a kiss that's equal parts hungry and relaxed. Dew tastes of the lake, fresh and clean, with a hint of something green beneath the surface. It's refreshing and nothing short of intoxicating.

"You have morning breath," Dew teases between slow strokes of his tongue, and they both let out soft laughs. Clearly neither of them is in the mood to care.

Dew doesn't make a show of climbing on top of him, but Rain finds himself enthralled regardless. He's in no rush, bracing himself on Rain's chest with one hand as he straddles his narrow hips and sinks back onto Rain's cock with what would otherwise be agonizing slowness. Here, it feels appropriate. Welcome, somehow. Dew bottoms out with a deep groan, one that comes with a hypnotic ripple of the gills at his ribs, his chin dropped to his chest.

Dew said he wanted to ride, but they both knew he didn't mean it. Not in the traditional sense. He doesn't bounce. Doesn't give the urgent little snaps of his hips usually associated with this position. Instead, he rests his hands on Rain's stomach and moves his hips in slow circles. A rhythmic grind that serves to drag breathy moans from each of them.

"Legs," Dew murmurs after a minute, "please."

Rain doesn't have to ask what he means. He rests his hands on Dew's thighs and bends his own legs, planting his feet on the mattress and brings his knees together. Dew leans back without prompting, rests against Rain's thighs with an almost too-sweet sigh. Rain can see all of him like this, and it never fails to take his breath away.

They may both be water ghouls, but the differences between them are very distinct. Rain's coloration leans oceanic; the cerulean of his eyes, the bluish tint of his skin, the purple edges of his gills and fins. His bioluminescent markings, dark hair and razor sharp obsidian horns. They all speak of some unknowable deep sea creature, one who will lure you in with its siren song and eat you alive.

Dew, though, is certainly a creature of fresh water. Of lakes and streams, rivers and rainstorms. His skin is the palest shade of shimmering gray, melting into greens and blues at his fins and gills. His long hair, even braided, flows like the water itself. Silver and ethereal, sparkling strands hanging in his face at all times. His horns are shorter than Rain's, little curved things carrying the unmistakable patina of mother-of-pearl. He has no markings, but Rain doesn't think he needs them. The lines of his lithe body are stunning enough without them.

Dew tips his head back, stretches his arms over his head while he grinds, and Rain lets himself drink in every inch of the little ghoul above him.

The sheen of his sweat-slick skin, dotted with marks in every shade of purple courtesy of Rain's fingers and fangs. The flare of his gills, the shift of his fins. The ridges of his ribs, the sparkle of the rings threaded through those pert, pink nipples. The patches of iridescent scales along his collar bones, along the vee of his hips. The way Dew's half-hard cock rests on his belly, drooling pre into Rain's happy trail with every leisurely roll of his hips. Dewdrop is, in a word,

"Beautiful."

Dew lets out a shaky groan, and Rain matches it at the feeling of Dew getting even slicker around him, watching his cock begin to fatten up in earnest. Watching the foreskin slide back, slowly exposing the shiny pink head. A reaction to the praise that Dew doesn't even try to hide.

He kneads at Dew's thighs with soothing hands, licking his lips as the little ghoul rolls his neck. He meets Rain's adoring gaze with sparkling seafoam eyes and a very specific laxity in his posture. He straightens up enough to place cool palms on Rain's stomach and smiles, flashing the crowded, chipped fangs that Rain always finds so impossibly charming.

"Say it again," he lilts, his voice honey-thick. Rain grins up at him with crinkled eyes.

"If I do will you kiss me again?" Dew huffs out a soft laugh, rolling his eyes.

"Only one way to find out."

Dew glides his hands up Rain's chest, planting them on his shoulders and leaning down, resting their foreheads together. Bumping horns in a subtle show of affection. Rain's smile goes soft around the edges when Dew's hair falls into his face, tickling his cheeks. He sinks long fingers into those stunning silver locks, rubbing their noses together.

"You're beautiful, Dew," he croons, flicking his tongue over the little ghoul's plush lower lip. "So fucking beautiful." Dewdrop giggles against his mouth.

"So are you, fish stick."

Rain laughs and Dew takes the opportunity to capture him in an open-mouthed kiss, loud and wet and full of promise. He wants to deepen it, to hold Dew close and fuck him boneless, but he doesn't. Not yet.

After all, they're not in a rush.

[st-danger]

Just here to leave a little request and then scamper back into my den:

Forced-fem with dealers choice of pairing, preferably including Rain or Dew, BUT!

Usage of an Era IV Ghoulette mask

Just asking nicely but obviously not forcing you to write anything, heh ^^ (not that I could actually force you but I hope you know what I mean)

~owlish anon

At Rain's feet, Dew shivers. Naked, kneeling.

Exposed except for his face. His eyes burn behind the silver of the stage mask. Not his, of course, but the one Cumulus wears. The one meant for the Ghoulettes, with it's stylized curled hair and softer look than what he owns. Beside him, Cumulus herself coos, a little aww the way one might react to a small animal, a helpless little kitten.

"She's cold," Cumulus notes, and squats down to rest a hand on the metal of the mask. Rain himself feels way too warm, skin prickling with something dark and hot.

"Are you?" Rain asks, tone curious but dispassionate. "I bet you're plenty hot inside."

It's nerves more than anything else. The room isn't chilly. Well, maybe not for the two of them, they're still fully dressed, but Rain knows how Dew gets, how his usual response to excitement is to shake. Finely at first. Violently trembling later if they can press just right into the sore spots Dew tries to keep hidden. Harder to hide when his cock is sticking straight up, stiff with anticipation, the head hot pink and shining.

Rain watches as Cumulus leans in and kisses his cheek, sees the way his eyes shut as she does. Hears her murmur you're so pretty, darling, and then one of her talented hands is smoothing over his chest to rub at a nipple, which pulls a moan from him and makes his balls draw up noticeably.

"Why don't you tell us how good that feels?" Rain asks. It's not an ask though, is it? It's a demand, but Rain is very good about packaging his orders in soft ways. "You don't need to be so quiet."

"Really good," Dew says in a rush of breath. His manicured nails, which Cumulus had painted whore red to match the lipstick she'd insisted on, dig into his thighs while she plucks and rubs. The bud goes tight, and his tummy clenches while she works that one, and then the other. Nice and stiff. Rain can't help but palm his growing erection, getting a handful of himself through his jeans.

"She needs a training bra," Rain says to Cumulus, trying his very best to keep his bearing when the words wrench a pained noise from Dew's throat. "If they're that sensitive, they're growing." Cumulus giggles, and looks back up at Rain, still working her fingers on Dew's nipples, alternating between little pinches and gentle tugs on the rings.

"Help me suck her tits," she says, "and then we can find something else for her to wear."

Rain knows Dew's face is burning behind the Ghoulette mask, but all he can see is a lurid red painted lip caught between a glint of fang.

[colliholly]

I’ve got a question about Colandra and Spamton! While I’m sure their relationship goes deeper than just liking how the other looks, I would like to know: Is there anything in particular that they like about the other, in terms of appearance?

Oh this is a cute question, thank you anon ;;

Colandra thinks Spamton is very cute and handsome, and he’s the perfect size and shape to hold and cuddle. <3 She likes his sharp fashion sense and thinks his big owlish glasses are very cute. Once he gets cleaned up and smells less like garbage he’s a handsome little lad <:)c Also, while this isn’t appearance-based, she admires how determined and hard-working he is. (Of course Colandra’s mostly a projection of myself so this is just what I like about him too LOL…)

As for Spamton… he thinks she’s very pretty and soft-looking. Her warm color scheme and appearance reminds him of the Light World and more specifically, the sun - he finds her appearance captivating for that reason. 🧡

I feel a little silly saying this but I think he likes how physically soft and warm she is too. I headcanon Spamton likes his partners a little on the chunkier side (if given the choice ofc), I think it’s a very cute contrast to him being made of cold inorganic material. Plus with him living in a cold metal dumpster for 20+ years I think he’d appreciate it, haha.

[always-andromeda]

Congrats on 500!!!! 👏🎉 🎉🎉 I know this is a really common trope for Pierre (from what I've seen) but arranged marriage + Fool for Love??

Author’s Note | thank you for this anon! I too am kind of into the arranged marriage trope but haaaa I am SO down bad for the childhood friends trope and I'm using this to channel both tropes. anyhoo, thank you for the request, mwah mwah mwah!!

Your future was always planned out for you. There was no say. No chance to truly protest. Someday you'd marry a man and he'd be the rest of your life. You'd give him children, all of your money, and every part of your soul. And for what? For some ridiculous social hierarchy that you had no desire to follow?

The prospect jaded you early on. By the time you were a teenager, you knew that before too long, your life would no longer be yours. As if it ever really was.

"Can't you just tell him no?"

You gawked at Pierre, "What do you mean tell him no?"

He returned his own owlish stare behind those spectacles of his. "Reason says that you should be allowed to choose who you'll marry. Because what if you don't love him?"

Laughter bubbles up bitterly in your throat. As much as you adored your sweetest Pierre, he always had the most radical ideas. The kinds that would surely make your own father chuckle and chastise the boy. 

"I suppose choice would be nice. Unfortunately, love doesn't quite matter nearly as much as money does."

Pierre swallows thickly before scrunching his nose to readjust his glasses. You can practically see the stars shining in his eyes in the nighttime glow. It wasn't very often that you'd get these moments with him. With both of you getting older, it was beginning to become improper for you two to be left alone. But he'd be going away soon. And he'd be gone for a long time. So the powers that be saw it fit to be a little more lenient on the time you spent together.

He breaks the silence, "If I were to marry you, I'd let you do whatever you pleased. We would go anywhere you wanted. We could do anything you wanted. I'd--" he cuts himself off. I'd love you. That's what he wanted to say more than anything.

You don't speak for a few seconds. There's no rationality in the thought. Though he might be the favorite of the Bezukhov bastards, he's still just that; a bastard. Pierre's words would no doubt send your father into an early grave. But the idea pulls at your heartstrings. And right as you feel it tear into you, you decide you must put a stopper on these fantastical ideas.

"Don't be so silly," you say in a small voice.

Pierre's brows lower and his voice raises, "Is the suggestion really that ridiculous?"

"When you're trapped in the position that I am in, yes. Unfortunately, some of us can't afford to give into childish whims." You spit.

His temper flares quickly, "I'm sorry but that doesn't sound so childish to me. If anything, it sounds--"

You interrupt him, "Romantic? Like a fantasy? Like a dream come true?"

Pierre falters for an answer. "S-something like that..."

"But that's the problem. I can't afford to live in dreamland, Pierre." Your voice breaks when uttering his name. "When I marry, it will not be for love. It can't be. No matter what you think of me, all I am is a bargaining chip for economic gain. So don't try to convince me that I have a choice. You might have the freedom to choose where you go and what you do...but I mostly certainly can't. And to try and make me believe that I could is awfully cruel of you."

He sits with your words as they become a heavy lump in his stomach. Deep down, he knows that you are right. As unaware as he can be about these unspoken rules, he's acutely aware of this boundary. Because even if you were given the freedom to choose, you most certainly wouldn't be allowed to choose him. It's a pipe dream for both of you.

The frustration douses itself almost as quickly as it had started. Pierre sighs, "You're right...I'm sorry. Truly I am. I didn't mean to upset you-- I only meant to...to comfort you."

You can't stay mad at Pierre too long. Not when he gives you those wide, doe eyes and you can sense the regret in how tense he's become.

"I know." you state simply before your tone softens, "Whoever has the privilege to marry you someday...will be the luckiest person alive, Pierre. Don't doubt that for a second."

And though the thought of him marrying anyone else makes the breath hitch in his lungs, he chokes down the emotion. He tries to focus on his future. Because at least in France he won't have to worry about you and your future and how he fits into it. He'll still find some way to worry, of course. But it'll be easier to get by when he's studying.

When he goes away, you stave off the melancholy that comes with it for as long as you possibly can. There's simply no room for you to put stock on a childhood crush. Because of course you only realize now that that's what he was to you. But that's the past. All of the precious memories of a boy who would take you away with him in a heartbeat slowly fade away. Only to return when the quiet of nightfall becomes particularly cruel or you catch the smell of worn parchment and dusty leather from an old book.

By the time your father tells you that you're being married off years and years later, you're practically numb to the sound. The details of the marriage are all white noise. What's the point in listening? It's not like your fate would change if you didn't cooperate. No, your form of protest comes in the form of silence; of an unflinching countenance as your father tells you that the man you're meant to marry is coming for dinner and that you are to conduct yourself with grace and dignity.

If grace and dignity is what he wanted, it's what he'd get. You decide that you won't be showing your future husband an ounce of joy when you see him. You'll show him early on that he might get everything you have, but he'll never get your respect. He'll never get your love.

But the second you see him, it's all over. He's taller. Much taller. And his face has gotten fuller and the shape of his spectacles have changed. Yet, the eyes looking through them are just as adoring and boyish as you remember. And he's still got that awkward hunch that shows how uncomfortable he is with all of the grandeur. Despite all the time that has passed, he's still your Pierre.

Except now you call him Count Bezukhov. And when you shake his hand, you can feel how he trembles.

Your father leaves you with Pierre, mumbling something about how he must check to see if the dining room is prepared for dinner. The second he disappears from view, you lunge forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging Pierre into a crushing embrace. The warmth of his full stature engulfs you all at once.

"Oh, my dearest Pierre...how I've missed you so much..." you sob unapologetically. You pull back quickly, already sniffling. "Let me look at you."

Hands cupping his cheeks, you can finally see the dimples highlighting his small smile and the slight wrinkle of his upturned brow.

As you stroke his cheek tenderly with your thumb, all you can manage to say is, "You've grown so much."

You feel ridiculous, letting yourself express all of the feelings that have been pent up inside of you for years. Flames that couldn't be stifled by time and distance. Flames that still lingered long after he left. He's a burst of oxygen, breathing them back to life as you kiss him before a single word can leave his mouth. You hum desperately against his lips, as if he's a figment of your imagination that you're struggling to keep in your grasp.

Pierre's cheeks flush immediately at the contact. He can hardly keep up with you. With your chest pressed to his, his heart thumps so loud he's almost certain you can hear it. His knees wobble as chills run up his spine. When the idea of marrying you had first been proposed to him, he'd been nervous to accept. What if your mind had changed? He couldn't have ever anticipated you accepting him so readily.

He breaks the kiss first. Partially because he'd run out of breath but also because he had to study you. His eyes skim over your features. How you're so far from the girl he'd dreamt about. How the women he'd known in Paris never stood a chance when compared to you. They never cared for him. Not the way you did.

For a few seconds, he struggles to catch his breath before finally speaking, "I promised you that if I married you, I'd do anything for you. I'd love you for the rest of my life. If you'd allow it."

As his large hand goes to cradle your cheek, you lean into it. His touch inspires sparks in your belly when you realize that you'll get to feel his touch every day for years to come. Forever.

"Of course I'll allow it, Pierre. You were always my most wonderful dream." you whisper. His smile grows and the creases beside his eyes become deeper as he pulls you in for one more fervent kiss. This one is languid, expressing all of the want that had been left to suffer in silence for far too long. Because suddenly, you now have all of the time in the world to believe in romance, fantasy, and the dream.

[spoiledleaff]

I Wanna hear more! I love that headcanon as well and I’d love to hear about the ghoulettes! /nf /pos

~owlish anon

yes!!! oh my goodness, absolutely, anon!! ♡ lemme tell you, i was absolutely dancing at my work station when i got this ask, haha!! i was really hoping someone would ask me about the ghoulettes!!!! :D i know i kinda set it up…? for someone to go ahead and ask me?? but still!!!! you did, haha!!! ♡♡

well! everyone welcome back to my usual bullshit of ‘dewdrop gets off on domesticity!’ this time featuring the ghoulettes!! :D one again, a bit of a warning for some suggestive, if not explicit content ahead!! it gets sappy and then filthy real quick, haha!! >:)c

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everyone can thank cumulus for dewdrop’s hair. you can’t change my mind. i mean, look at that man on stage? look at this man in fanart? that beautiful, long luscious hair? no. i refuse to believe it. this ghoul refuses responsibility for his appearance unless it’s for sex/personal gain or it’s forced on him.

needless to say, the biggest thing cumulus and dew will do together is hair related stuff, haha!! cumulus loves brushing and braiding dew’s hair, dew just really likes feeling cumulus’ wisps of hair in between his fingers. like a fluffy cloud!

the whole ordeal started when aether was away with copia and maybe a few miscellaneous ghouls in ministry business, and dew didn’t wanna spend the night alone, so he went to cumulus.

and, uhh, yeah! the rest is history really, haha! cumulus is much gentler and softer with dew’s hair than aether (sorry, aeth :’)), and dewdrop loves having those little moments of tender touches with another ghoul.

it’s gotten to the point where cumulus has a special hairbrush that she only uses for dew’s hair. i mean, nothing too fancy or anything! it’s one of those, uhm, gel grippy broad hairbrushes? but the handle is like a clear aquamarine color with little gold flakes that were casted inside the resin.

she originally gifted it to dewdrop, but dewdrop was so worried about scuffing it or straight up breaking it that he asked if he could keep the brush in her room.

whenever cumulus is away with papa on ministry business, dewdrop always shoots her a text asking if he can ‘break into your room’ and ‘steal something for a hot sec.’ he always waits for cumulus’ response, which is always a ‘sure, sweetness! just be careful in there for me, okay? but, help yourself, dew baby ♡’

(cumulus might be a bit more suspicious if it weren’t for the fact that swiss once caught the little gremlin in cumulus’ bathroom all wrapped up in a giant fucking towel, freshly showered, and making his way towards cumulus’ bedroom. swiss recorded a small video of dew hoisting himself on her bathroom counter and beginning to slowly brushing through his freshly washed hair with that aqua/gold hairbrush with a dumb little grin on his face. the video was titled, “what the heaven, lus! u tamed our local gremlin & not spilling ur secrets rn ????????????? >:p”. she saved the video, and still fondly looks back at it.)

with the secret knowledge of the video on hand, cumulus has also applied their routine to whenever dew bathes and asks for cumulus’ help with his hair.

and it’s not just the much simpler routine of cumulus simply brushing and braiding dew’s hair, or even the more extravagant process of combing lotions and serums through his hair either.

no, no. cumulus sits down by the tub with dewdrop, rolls her ministry sleeves up, and sets to work washing, conditioning, brushing, drying, just absolutely pampering dewdrop’s hair.

she’ll even stay too! she’ll help him wash his body and dry off too. even bust out some of her fancy skin care products and help him wash his face and care for his horns!! it’s honestly like a 5-star spa treatment, and cumulus knows that dewdrop needs it if the request is specifically coming from him. she always treats him carefully and softly and gently, but never like he’s fragile. and dew’s always immensely appreciative of the distinction.

but, well, uh, more often then not, dewdrop will start to get aroused when cumulus as him splayed out naked and in her lap and is working on detangling and drying his hair.

though cumulus never brings attention to it unless dew mentions it first.

“lus, ‘m- ‘m hard. uhm, can you… can you help me? are you interested in that tonight?” “dew, baby boy, sweetness. i wanna take care of you. all of you. of course i wanna help my favorite sinner out. just promise me i can finish braiding this later?”

so, cumulus gently pulls dewdrop’s dead weight up into her lap, situated his head right between her heavy boobs and unveils enough of one so dewdrop can play and suckle on her breast. his hands knead into the soft skin of her thighs and sometimes the sides of her plush tummy, and cumulus works on slowly and gently working dewdrop’s cock with a soft hand.

he cums when she scratches the sensitive skin of his scalp — that area where his skin and horns meet — and when she flicks her wrist that certain special way. he’s quiet when he cums, a soft mewling mess in cumulus’ arms. she’s quick to wrap her arms around him, swaying them softly as she peppers kisses into his hairline and tells him what a good job he did, and how devastatingly handsome of a ghoul he is.

dewdrop once admitted in a sleepy haze that for one reason or another, he wants cumulus to fuck him with the handle of that special hairbrush she purchased for him. he was surprised when she actually said ‘yes’! but! on the condition that cumulus gets to be in charge of preparation for that scene, and that she gets to spend as long as she likes preparing his hole with no complaints, and dewdrop knows from experience that means multiple hours of preparation for something as ‘small’ as a hairbrush handle. … she still said ‘yes’ though. …just seeing that hairbrush nowadays is enough to make dew’s cock throb.

he’s whipped.

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even though cumulus is certainly the ‘mom’ of the group, it’s actually cirrus who does the ‘mom thing’, haha!

cirrus adores photos! she wants photos of almost everything they all do together collectively. it started out as something she would do for zephyr: taking photos during tours and bringing them back to show the older ghoul all of their recent escapades! you can absolutely thank cirrus for the stupid fucking ‘we will adopt your baby’ photo.

but, uhhh, someone introduced cirrus to the joys of keeping some photos for yourself (*wink wink, nudge nudge, cOUGH COUGH-*).

but, moving on, haha! cirrus hopes to compile a big ole scrapbook of all of the different photos she’s taken. whether it’s during tours or even just a rare night out on the local town, chances are that cirrus has photos of every possible outing.

she adores sharing and bragging about her photos with other ghouls, siblings; hell, she’ll even brag about them to her papas! sometimes, swiss or sunshine might jokingly call her ‘imperatour’s sexy little mommy spy’, because she’s been seen sharing and cooing over her tour photos with sister.

cirrus also has a small circle of consenting siblings and ghouls with which she will also share her more… private collection of photographs. of course, she always asks for permission before indulging in that level of play! but it’s always so hard to tell her ‘no’ when how she asks for consent is literally so sweet!!

“oh, droplet, baby, do you mind if i show omega this photo of you riding my strap? don’t glare at me like that! do you see yourself, baby? sathanas below, with how your cute little pussy and nipples looked all perky and wet, i thought i was gonna squirt just watching you ride me! fuck, i am so glad i thought to take a picture! look at how hard your little boycock is, ugh!! i just wanna eat you alive some days, i swear—!” “fine!! you can show omega that one!!! photo, mistr— cIRRUS-“

it’s an oddly equally humiliating and empowering moment when cirrus takes the time to literally dissect which parts about this lewd, sinful, downright filthy photo of you that she adores with all her heart and her cunt.

it’s honestly come to the point where dewdrop will start to get wet whenever cirrus pulls out her phone camera, because that’s where dew knows she keeps all of her explicit photography. sure, there’s some sfw photos tucked away in her camera roll all over the place! but… well, it’s hard not to think of all the compromising photographs dew knows cirrus keeps when she’s grinning at him with that glint in her eyes.

(she always brings a disposable polaroid camera with her for the tours. she says she adores the ‘human quality’ it gives the photos, and old man zephyr appreciates the undoubtedly ‘cirrus touch’ to their collection of gifted tour photos.)

all it takes is for cirrus to wag her phone deviously in dew’s face for him to feel how soaked through his undergarments have become. and the worst (best) part is that she knows it too.

she’ll crowd dewdrop up against a hallway or a countertop, tap the rim of her phone case against his bottom lip with a sly grin stretched across those painted lips. she’ll grind her crotch against dewdrop’s and playfully gasp in ‘surprise’ when she feels his arousal for herself. that’s literally all it takes for dewdrop to feel weak in the knees, his doe-like eyes staring down the lenses of her camera.

cirrus is fucking desperate to get the most perfect, well-timed shot of dewdrop squirting. it happened once before, when cirrus was playing around with a vibrator pressed teasingly to the underside of dewdrop’s erect clit, the remote in one hand, and her phone in the other. but she was taking a photo of dew’s face at the time, and right as her shutter clicked, dew squirted.

haha!! she was so mad at herself that she fucked her cunt over dewdrop’s tongue, leaning over his body to cruelly press the vibrator harder over his clit and pussy folds.

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sunshine absolutely loves!! baking!!

it's not at all uncommon to catch sunshine and mountain baking edibles together for everyone else. if it weren't for sunshine's baking? mountain's weed wouldn't be half as good, change my mind >:)

sunshine always has so much fun with baking. it's her solution for everything, haha! depression? bake it away. insecurities? bake it away. celebration? bake! in need of a gift? bake! wanna spend time with someone? bake!!

she's really good at decorating cupcakes! they might not be the... neatest? but! the colors, the flavors, the little subtle touches and details? it's the whole experience that makes them delicious.

(ironically enough, she can't make 'sunshine muffins' for the life of her, haha! in general though, she much prefers making cupcakes over muffins >:0)

sunshine loves employing dewdrop's help whenever she thinks that he's been isolating himself too much or too often. she's not above just barging into dewdrop's dormitory and dragging him out and into the kitchen.

she'll plop him down on a clean section of the kitchen counter and get back to work herself. she'll ramble at dewdrop, never expecting a response but always overjoyed when dew chips in. if it's been a really rough time, dew will be kept in charge of mixing together the dry and wet ingredients, and making sure the mixtures don't burn in the oven while sunshine works on something else. sunny will also swipe different flavors over dew's tongue, ask him to try this or that, and ask what colors she should use for the decorations.

sometimes dew will ask sunny if she's baking anything while coming across her in the kitchen , and then ask if he could join.

maybe sunny has a little bit of this hc in her character as well, because i think she'd crowd dew against the kitchen counter and kiss him until drool is dribbling down both their chins. all over dew asking if he could join sunny in her baking, haha!

needless to say... dew's baking with a very obvious erection straining against his pants...

the baking session turns into a feel up section! sunshine pressing her cock against dew's ass, dew licking at a spare splotch of frosting that managed to find its way on sunny's cheek or nose, their tails brushing against the other's ankles, sunny peering over dew's shoulder to watch what he's doing with a hand groping at his ass, or even dew just 'casually' leaning back against the counter and slowly stroking his cock while sunshine pretends she doesn't notice. ♡

there's just something about seeing how excited sunny gets while baking with dew, and how she sweet she is when he doesn't understand some 'simple technique'. i mean, of course, the constant touches and sweet words help too... but there's something just so sappy about how sunshine's nuzzling up to him with praise constantly falling from her lips that makes all that blood rush south, haha!

by the time the pastries are properly in the oven, both dewdrop and sunshine are sporting the most obvious pairs of erections possible. fucking dorks are circling each other like vultures, haha!

as soon as that little oven door clicks? sunshine is pouncing on dew, ripping their trousers off, hoisting him up into her arms, half in her grip and half on the counter, rutting their cocks together with some ingredient as questionable lube, and all while dew's begging for sunshine to just shove that fat clit of hers inside his ass hole and make a living wreck out of him.

with baking on the mind? and... creating in general? more often then not, sunny's spouting filthy words about creampies and breeding :)

"fuck, sunny, sunny, please! please just fuck with-" "yeah? gonna shove my pretty, fat fucking clit into every single hole you have. fill you up with all this cream i have? just waiting to be pumped into those tight holes of yours. gonna decorate you with my frosting, fill you up with so much cream your womb's gonna be like an oven. a slutty little fuck-oven, hah! gonna cream inside this hole of yours and lick out whatever leaks. devour your hole like a stuffed donut-"

(it's a little cringey sometimes...? i mean, who knew how many baking puns could be so... sexual. haha!)

depending on the timer leftover on the oven, sunshine almost always dives back in for seconds, haha! ♡

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this one’s very self-indulgent, i will not lie, haha! but, mist is the ghoulette everyone goes to in order to get their claws painted to perfection. she has one of the most steady hands and aim amongst the ghouls, and she’s ambidextrous as well, so even her own claws always look painted to perfection!

so, mist absolutely loves painting everyone's nails and doing little designs on them! she's always complaining over how boring everyone's nails are. human nails have that dull nude color? and ghoul claws are really just various colors darkened to a near black shade. it's boring!

mist has all of the supplies. whenever the ghouls hit the town, she's almost always coming back with at least three different vials of new nail polish and another haul of nail art materials, haha! she could honestly open her own business within the ministry, she's honestly amazing! she has the extensions, the uv lights, the stamps, the cutouts, the brushes, the tape, you name it! it's honestly like her love language at this point, haha! she'll even help trim and file your nails with you. :)

dew likes keeping his claws at a... nice in-between stage, haha! not nearly as long as rain's or sunshine's! but not quite as short as swiss' or mountain's. :) it's a nice relatively medium length for ghoul nails!

mist herself loves painting her claws in fun pastel color combinations! she seems to be wearing a different design every week. dewdrop likes having just a flat color for his claws :) but, he has certainly fallen in love with the shimmery, iridescent reflecting polishes. mist always picks darker colors for whenever she paints dew's claws, and he loves the dark indigo, dark magenta/wine, and dark cranberry colors the best! :)

mist loves painting dewdrop's nails while he's perched in her lap; or, at the very least, between her thighs. ♡

watching the amount of care that mist puts into making sure dew's nails are perfect always makes some kind of feeling stir in his gut and make him soaked. the way she handles and manipulates his hands definitely doesn't detract from his arousal either, haha!

dewdrop can always feel the way mist's hair tickles his neck and shoulders, the way her body molds against his, and how her tail always softly wags behind them before inevitably seeking dew's out and curling around it: he can feel it all, and it drives him crazy!

(it's almost intoxicating knowing how soft and kind mist is underneath her famous rockstar stage presence!)

but, holy shit, mist can and will catch onto dewdrop's growing arousal like a shark to blood in the water! she's insane for it! but, mist is absolutely the kind of ghoulette who won't take any shit for any reasons. least of all when it's in regards to something she is also actively interested in wrecking dew's cunt ;)

next she finishes one of dew's claws, mist would carefully cap whatever vial of color she was using and set it aside before grabbing dew's wrists in her hands and forcing him onto his stomach.

dew never really wears very much for his sessions with mist in the first place? so all she has to do is wiggle her tail underneath the waistband of his panties before expertly sliding them off.

she'll do her best to keep dewdrop pined with her one hand (though, not that the man is struggling too much, haha!!), before reaching between her own thighs and slicking up her cock with her own pussy slick. she'll spread dewdrop's cheeks before sliding her dick all the way into dewdrop's soaked cunt.

but then, she'll just stay there. she'll literally drape herself over dewdrop's back, reach for the nail polish and then just continue painting dewdrop's claws as though her dick isn't practically balls deep in his hole.

mist will continue painting dew's nails in that cockwarming position, just pressed flush against his back with her cock fully sheathed in dewdrop's wetness. sometimes she'll rut her hips against dewdrop's asscheeks, but nothing more. she's very insistent on finishing dewdrop's nails before fucking into him, haha!

"c'mon, little siren. stay still for mommy, yeah? i have to finish the second layer on your right hand, and then we're gonna do the top coat, droplet. maybe if you're a good boy and can wait, i'll be sure to breed your wet little hole so good, you'll be begging for more kits." "miiiist- you can't do all that now?" "hah! not until your nails dry, baby."

dew's a good boy, though! he always manages to keep his hands nice and still, and mist's efforts never go to waste on his nails.

in between allowing the layers of polish to dry, mist always takes the time to shallowly rut against dewdrop, nuzzling and nibbling at the nape of his neck.

in the final few minutes of dewdrop's final coat of clear polish drying, mist will sneak her tail to rub at the underside of dew's erect clit, purring with satisfaction when dew eventually shudders his way through his climax. and all without smudging his polish! :)

mist purrs her clear satisfaction, flips him over, and makes true on her earlier promise! ♡

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c’mon, guys, she’s so cute!!!! of course i couldn’t resist!!! oh! just in case, for those who may not know, ‘aurora’ is the name for the new ghoulette that i really like the most! so, this section will be in reference to the newest ghoulette member for the re-imperatour! :D

i'm still figuring out aurora's personality, but i very much like to think that aurora has a more... dominating personality? maybe that's not quite the right word, haha! but, for comparison i'm gonna default onto the 'family stereotypes', i'm so sorry. i think, if cumulus has a more motherly/gentle personality, and if sunshine has that sort of... little sister/bubbly kind of personality? i think cirrus has that sort of fun aunt energy/very open and extroverted personality? i think aurora is that borderline unapproachable older goth sister energy until you get to know her and then she's, like, your greatest confidant, haha! i also really like to think of her as being a water/air multi ghoul! so, just as a bit of context i think before diving into this! how i depict aurora personality wise is very much subject to change! but, i think to think i'm pretty happy with her so far though! :)

anyways! with all of that out of the way, i like to think that aurora loves giving massages to her partners! especially, like, those asmr ones where they'll deliberately trail their nails over skin or just tapping and caressing to make those sounds? yeah! ✨that✨, haha!

she loves going after dewdrop (and rain) specifically, because of their shared water elemental link! :D she also loves to harass mist as well, but dewdrop's reactions are probably her favorites. ♡

dewdrop carries a lot of tension in the shoulders and all throughout his arm, she always says! he also has a lot of phantom pain from his water ghoul attributes having literally been scorched off during his elemental transition.

aurora loves massaging dewdrop's hands.

aurora adores cuddling up into dewdrop's side on the couch and snatching his arm just so she can run the very tips of her claws up and down dew's arm. she'll hold dew's hand in one of hers, and then dig the pad of her thumb in the spaces between dew's knuckles and working over his digits until dew's a fucking puddle at her side, haha!

it's amazing. aurora takes great joy in watching the practically immediate reaction of dewdrop literally fucking melting underneath aurora's touch. he practically starts smoking from his ears and has to suppress a goddamn moan when aurora digs into his inner wrist! ;)

dew will start squirming, maybe try and pull his arm away because he's getting hard, and so aroused, and aurora is so fucking aware of every little effect her caresses have on dew's little cock, she gets fucking drunk off of his reactions. aurora will always tighten her grip on dew's hand, purring softly as dewdrop inevitably gives up.

"oh, poor little firestorm, you always have so much tension in these hands of yours. i'm honestly amazed your fingers haven't fallen off, you poor baby! your muscles are just so tight, little spark. hmm, makes me wonder if there are other parts of your body that are just too fucking tight for their own good, yeah? poor little imp." "are you trying to fucking kill me, rory?" "hm? oh no. quite the opposite. i just wanna make you cum so hard, your soul leaves your body. oh, and all that worthless tension too."

aurora almost always takes care of dewdrop's arousal with a slow and methodical borderline torturous handjob.

she'll press her nose into dewdrop's temples, whisper huskily about how tense and tight dew's body is, all while dragging the sharps of her claws over dew's sensitive cock.

honestly don't think that she ever really grips it? aurora manages to tease dewdrop through an orgasm with only the tips of her claws. it's... insane actually. cirrus is always begging aurora to share her methods, haha!

her nails don't quite give dew's dick enough stimulation to cum ropes or anything like that, it's really just a quiet release. dewdrop's breath hitches as aurora's fingers tap over the blunt head of his cock, and he finally climaxes when her claws tease over his ballsack. his cock releases maybe three or four small dribbles of cum over aurora's wrist, but the combined efforts of aurora's teasing and filthy promises make dew feel as though he just fucking squirted.

aurora is very quick to get up, toss dewdrop over her shoulder, and demand that dew lets her give him a full-bodied massage.

[skywarpie]

Congrats!

(We got lucky with a sleep token girlfriend, so we get it)

~owlish anon/system

AAAAAH

[divine-misfortune]

Silly thought:

Swiss was the first Ghoul Dusk/Aurora interacted with after being summoned and taken care of by the ghoulettes, and they share a special bond

(They just LOVE dancing together and enjoying music)

~owlish anon

Swiss is the one who helps her off the summoning altar, he's the first one she sees when she opens her eyes, he's the first ghoul she meets and she's smitten with him from then on.

Theyre multi ghouls! Of course they bond so quick! Theyre joined at the hip the second Cirrus and Cumulus stop fussing so much over her.

Theyre so happy together it's gross 🥰

[iamthecomet]

I‘m just gonna say “hands“ and leave this here

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJnq5ojk/

~owlish anon

GODDDD Thank you for this, Owlish. I could literally stare at his hands all day. They are the comfort I need after these last two miserable days. Fucking hell that man. I love him so fucking much.

[forlorn-crows]

Your origin fic of Rain‘s lake wife. That one is literal perfection

~owlish anon

thank youuuuu. i hope that becomes one of the things im known for (do people still think of hockey when they think of me or has lake wife surpassed that yet? lol)

thank you @owlishanon <333

[anotherghoul666]

For the music ask!

6 and 28^^

~owlish

Alright let's do this!!

6:A song that makes you want to dance I'm not a big dancer? XD But I will, like, hover / wiggle / stomp / crabwalk / air-a-variety-of-instruments and I guess that's movement to music so it counts as dancing? *insert meme picture of unsure grandpa here* Ok so let's see, a song that makes me move.

Spiritbox - Holy Roller Yo, this groovy bass and guitar line? The shoulders are going already. I hop to this. I hop a lot. To be fair, a lot of Spiritbox gets the shoulders and chest going. These guys are stupid groovy.

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love I have so many choices for this question oh my god what torture to pick one!! Let's shine a spotlight on Mr. Einar Solberg, voice of an angel, absolute powerhouse at the helm of prog masters Leprous.

Leprous - Castaway Angels This is off of Leprous's album Aphelion which was my album of the year in 2021. An absolute perfect album from start to finish, and beyond Baard Kolstad on drums, the mastermind behind this band and one of my biggest drum idols of all time, this album and band overall shine because of Einar's vocals. His voice moves me to my core. The vulnerability, the cracks, the flips into head voice, the crescendo, the mindblowing power (he is not even close to pushing in Castaway Angels guys, nowhere near his range, 'tis just a fav of mine because the build of soft voice to full voice brings me to tears and gives me goosebumps all over). This man is a treasure, protect him at all cost. He's also one of my fav vocalist to sing along with :D Not that I can replicate, but dear god is it fun to follow xD

[radioactive-earthshine]

For Anon who wanted KonBart + Halloween Party. Enjoy.

Summary: All Conner Julian Luthor wanted to do was go to a normal Halloween Party and have fun with people that didn't hate him, instead he got coopted to attend one of the most pretentious Halloween parties he had ever seen all the while dressed as a shimmering knight. The night isn't a total loss when Bart Allen crashes the dull party and both experience a little Halloween magic that is bittersweet.

Words: 5430

Excerpt:

Conner crossed his arms and the metal plinked with the movement, his face turning downwards into a glower. “Nope, this is about it. It’s the quarterly charity fundraising event and everyone has already dropped off their checks and cash. I’m supposed to have at least one dance with some girl then I can ditch, father’s orders.” 

Bart blinked then let his eyes sweep over the cluster of teens. “Hmm… What about that one, she’s cute!” he pointed to a brunette with owlish glasses, she was dressed as a Greek Goddess. Conner scoffed and shook his head. “That’s Marybeth Dawnings. She’s cute but she thinks I’m beneath her, so that’s a no.” 

“Hmm. Well she is a Goddess so she’s not wrong.” 

“Don’t push it, fawn. Knights hunt deer.” 

This made the other teen grin. “You would have to actually catch me and I don’t think you can.” 

Conner uncrossed his arms and once again the heavy armor clanged and he groaned. “Son of a- Okay so maybe in the armor I can’t. But out of it I’m actually pretty fast too.” 

“A saving grace to all forest animals, hallelujah,” Bart chuckled and Conner’s face twisted dejectedly. “I’m just teasing you. But really, why do you need to dance with a girl? Does it have to be a girl?”