#raindrop month

[taruchiu]

theyre in love your honor (i tried rendering but i'm in a time crunch so heres hurried product of raindrop + some minor redesign of them)

and also heres my submission for raindrop month! [idea from the lovely @alwaysjustmina] posted a day before my birthday :] !!

[alwaysjustmina]

Raindrop April

Just wanted to post a little in advance of April, last year @midnight-moth and I put this month together for our wet boys and I am planning on continuing it.

You may be asking, what is Raindrop April? Well dear reader, it is a celebration of our favorite wet boys during the wettest month of the year.

How can you contribute? Any art or writing you may want to contribute is appreciated. There are no prompts, so it is bringing whatever you want to the table. Last year we started an open collection on AO3 for the month and you can find it here. Check it out, there are some good ones in there.

If you want to participate, just use the tag here or on AO3 as Raindrop Month (please tag me too, cause I want to see all the goodness!!)

I am already thinking up some good things to include in the month!

Please don't hesitate to reach out with any questions or if you may have specific asks for the month you'd like to see.

Now back to giving those Ghoulette's love with the current theme!

Please reshare to get the word around!

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

What You've Done, You Cannot Undo (Medieval AU)

Chapter 3

Dew feels guilty, Rain screws up.

Rating: M now, to be safe Content: side character death, minor descriptions of violence, flashbacks, peril Words: 2253

Link to all chapters with associated tags: Tumblr | AO3

hi hi @revengeghoulette here's your alert! and @everybodyshusband you seemed very keen haha!

Read below, or on AO3!

Dew stomped along the path surrounding their fields. The warm sun overhead taunted him, it's rays full of promise and life while he felt only cold and empty inside. He knew he'd been too harsh on Rain, deep down, but he'd have to be threatened with banishment to the pit to admit that. Dewdrop refused to allow himself to feel guilty; that was a slippery slope of self-hatred he knew he wouldn't be able to crawl back up from. He knew he could be short-tempered, and he harboured enough resentment of his own that it was bound to overflow into his actions.

Rain seemed to have had things so much easier than him though, it wasn't fair. From the day he arrived he had bonded with the others in a way Dew had struggled to. They would chitter and purr at Rain for the slightest thing, whereas they had remained suspicious of him for ages. Dew was self-aware enough however to realize that he hadn't helped his case by hissing and growling at his packmates for the smallest thing.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt. Rain got a lot of leeway for being young, the others quick to write off his transgressions as ignorance rather than malice, but they forgot Dew was young too. Despite presenting himself as world-wise and experienced, he was closer in age to Rain than he was to any of the rest of his packmates. He'd worked hard to rewrite his time before Aether and Mountain found him, both the most difficult and most sheltered parts, but he couldn't erase their impact.

He continued his mission uphill, to the base of a large oak tree that overlooked their whole farm and surrounding area. Smoke curled from the chimneys of houses in the village in the distance, and a multicoloured patchwork of fields spread out around them. Following the path in the opposite direction, Dew could just make out the dark speck of Rain walking to Farmer Wilkins’. He was stubborn, not taking Dew's constant snipes to heart, Dew had to grudgingly respect that. He watched until Rain turned a corner and was lost from sight.

~~~~~~~

On the walk over, Rain was also enjoying the warm weather as he followed the stream. There was barely a cloud in the sky, the open blue expanse painted with faint white wisps reached as far as the eye could see. Rain could see why his help was needed: the summer had stretched on for several glorious months, and the ground beneath his feet was showing signs of cracking from lack of rainfall. A gentle breeze worked to sweep the cobwebs that still clung tightly to his dream and Dew's comments from his mind.

Arriving at the farm with sweat beginning to bead on his forehead from the heat, Rain was greeted by Farmer Wilkins, sat out on his porch. He was a jovial man, round and ruddy faced, with a vigour for life that defied his advancing age. Rain didn't know him well, but he was a regular down at the village tavern and always had a spare word or smile for Swiss when he passed by.

“Good mornin’, Rain! I didn’t expect to see you so soon, please, sit down. My daughter Marina’s preparing some elderflower cordial against this hot weather. We can wait ‘til you’re rested to begin!”

Rain awkwardly accepted the proffered seat on the porch bench, glad for the shaded spot after the heat of his walk. He heard light footsteps approaching, and looked up to see a young woman emerge from the cottage holding a tray of glasses and a jug of pale liquid.

Her dark hair fluttered around her pretty face in the breeze, and Rain gasped feeling as though he’d been shot in the chest: she was the spitting image of his childhood sweetheart. From the gentle wave in her ebony hair to the asymmetric dimples in her cheeks as she smiled at him in greeting, they could have been twins if not for her obvious humanity.

Noticing Rain’s slack-jawed stare, the farmer chuckled good-naturedly.

“Quite a looker, ain’t she Son! Don’t be getting any funny ideas, she’s engaged to the lad down the road. Childhood sweethearts, they were!”

Rain was struck by the similarities to his own previous life. In another world, his water ghoulette’s father could have spoken of him like that. Instead, Rain had the distinct impression that he had been glad to see Rain leave.

Feeling as though he was watching himself behind glass, Rain accepted a drink with shaky hands. Marina rolled her eyes at his stuttered thanks, but smiled kindly at him as she headed back inside. Luckily, the farmer seemed happy to keep the conversation moving all by himself, leaving Rain to nod in what he hoped were the appropriate places. He sipped his drink in an attempt to replace the moisture in his mouth, which was now as dry as sand. Moving his limbs to raise the glass, Rain felt like he was pulling at the strings of a marionette puppet.

Once Farmer Wilkins had exhausted his supply of one-sided small talk, the pair headed out to the fields, beginning with the one closest behind the house. Here, the corn grew luscious and tall: Mountain did a stellar job encouraging the crop earlier in the season. Rain had tagged along that day, watching as Mountain pressed his palms to the ground to imbue it with his own magical energy.

Now Rain stood in the field without the earth ghoul by his shoulder, feeling alone and detached. He sensed the eager eyes of the farmer watching him, the intense interest making Rain’s knees begin to tremble anxiously. He took a deep breath, and copied what he had done before with Mountain, what he had seen and heard Aether do a hundred times.

Raising his arms out in front of him, palms to the sky, Rain closed his eyes and called out,

“Ancient Spirits! Bless this land, that it be free from drought and pestilence.” he swept his arms around a bit, then turned his palms to the ground. “Gracious Earth, protect these bountiful crops so they may feed us another year.”

Rain winced at how fake it all felt, like he was just going through the motions, and the flowery language rang false in his ears. He cracked his eyes open and saw the farmer – along with half a dozen or so curious farmhands who had downed tools to stare – watching in barely concealed fascination. He squeezed his eyes shut again, waved his arms around a final time in what he hoped was a convincing manner, and went silent as he tried to connect with his element. Rain knew the others could control their power while talking and moving, but he still struggled without devoting his complete concentration to it.

He felt the motion of the water in the stream at the foot of the field, the weight of the droplets in the few scraps of cloud overhead. Flexing his fingers, Rain imagined drawing them in, encouraging them towards the field. He sensed the flowing rivulets of water from the creek begin to channel through the ground, moistening the dry soil around the roots of the crops. The clouds above thickened imperceptibly with the promise of future raindrops.

As Rain felt the water begin to do his bidding, he opened his eyes again to ensure that none of his changes were visible to the small audience of humans. From day one, Aether had instilled the value of plausible deniability into Rain. He insisted it was the most important part of using their elemental connections outside of ghoulish colonies, that they should never give the humans too much evidence of their power and should always leave them with a rational explanation.

As the light flooded his retinas, he saw her standing there: Marina was hovering behind her father's shoulder, watching Rain work with a curious smile and her uncannily familiar dimples. Rain choked on his breath as the sharp stab of longing for his lost future caused him to double over. The pain coursed through his veins and as it did so, Rain felt it cross over with his call to the water. Unbidden, he felt the shock and subsequent rush of emotions transfer into the water he was drawing in, reacting to the ache he had taught himself to supress.

The wisps of feathery clouds he had been coaxing to coalesce now slammed into each other as though pulled by a magnetic force. More water joined from seemingly nowhere, until the clouds hung dark grey and pregnant above the field. Unable to stop the flow of emotionally charged elemental power, Rain watched in horror as the water from the creek rose up, bursting its banks and rushing uphill in an unstoppable tidal wave of water. It reached higher than the stalks of corn, barrelling towards the assembled crowd and flattening the crops indiscriminately. He tried frantically to cut the connection and stop the flow, but with no success.

Rain's panic began to grow, only adding to the ferocity of the water, and the clouds took this as their sign to drop their contents onto those gathered below. The deluge of raindrops hit at the same time as the towering wall of water did, knocking Rain to his feet as he screamed out for the flood of both water and emotions to stop assaulting his body and mind. As the water covered his face, he felt his gills burst free and his glamour dissolve. Rain fought against the water as it dragged him further up the field and back towards the cottage.

To his horror, he saw a flash of dark hair dragged past him. The currents of his own creation slammed the girl against the stone wall of the farmhouse and pinned her there, suspended in a grotesque position, until eventually releasing her to crumple limply into the churning water below. Rain barely had time to process what he was seeing, before he heard a shattering of glass as another farmhand, a boy from the village who could barely have been fifteen, was thrown through the glass roof of a greenhouse. The rain that was still pouring down on them did nothing to dilute the obvious red of the blood spreading through the water.

The tidal wave finally retreated down the field, revealing the destruction left in its wake as it did so. The body of another farmhand emerged from the frothing stream, lifeless without the swirling of the water to animate it. Those remaining staggered to their feet, screaming out in terror. At seeing the carnage and bodies scattered across the field, they turned their anger on Rain. Feeling all the eyes on him, Rain took off running with no heed for where he was heading. Farmer Wilkins let out a howl of anguish as he cradled his daughter's mangled corpse, turning into a roar of anger directed at Rain. The farmhands left alive scrabbled for their abandoned tools scattered by the currents and gave chase, baying for Rain's blood.

As Rain hurled himself down the road, he realised too late that he was heading straight for the centre of town. The noise of the men chasing him attracted the attention of the occupants of the houses he fled past until a small mob was following him, figurative and literal pitchforks raised. Half-crazed, with fear threatening to paralyse him if he paused, Rain kept on running. Lungs burning, he kept pumping his legs as fast as they would go. His feet were now fully unglamoured and the excess webbing between his toes made his shoes feel too small. Every step was agony and yet he knew if he stopped, he was as good as dead.

Rain's mind started to swim, his actions and their consequences catching up with him making him feel dizzy and nauseous. With his tail now caught in his trousers, his balance was almost entirely gone. He felt his foot catch on a loose stone and as he went flying, he knew it was all over. Rain hit the sandy ground hard, all the breath knocked out of him. His eyes frantically swivelled left and right as he scrabbled backwards. Seeing double, Rain stared through the cloud of dust he had kicked up at the crowd bearing down on him. He registered the approaching shovel only as it slammed into the side of his head, stars flashing across his vision before everything went black.

~~~~~~~

From his seat under the tree, Dew was close to dozing off when something caught his attention. He watched in confusion as dark clouds appeared and raced across the sky, before combining together over one field. The air underneath them rippled with falling waves of the torriential rain falling from them. Dewdrop realised a few things simultaneously: firstly, those clouds weren't natural. Dew knew enough about elemental magic to recognise it when he saw it. Secondly, that amount of rain was dangerous and sure to catch the attention of the townsfolk, especially given the recent stretch of warm weather. Lastly, he realised in horror that the clouds were centred directly over the very field Rain had gone to that morning.

Dew leapt to his feet and took off running back to the farmhouse. This was it; all of their worst fears come to life. Their cover was well and truly blown and Dew had to get to the others.

[sageofthestarz]

I headcanon that the reason Dew wears those skin tight sleeves is because Dews fins were burned off in his transition from a water ghoul to a fire ghoul. Physically burned away by the ritual leaving nothing but ash and cartilage powder in their wake as the little spikes the sensitive thin membrane used to be attached to crumbled away from his burning body.

The scars themselves are still very sensitive like the fins were but in a more painful sense now both emotional and physical. They burn and cause phantom pain at random times, if they’re pressed on too roughly they’ll all start feeling like they're burning all over again. Sometimes Dew sits in the bath for hours trying to get the pain to stop, when eventually one of his mates finds him, gets him dressed in loose clothes and bring him to bed with cuddles and gentle reassurances that it’ll be over soon.

He learns later on that Rain running his cool fingers over the scars helps get rid of the pain, and the gentle way he holds Dew and coos sweet things to him helps him through the mental pain as well. Aethers Quintessence helps give him what he needs to process, their cuddle sessions where he feels safe and can let go for awhile help his brain calm down enough come to start to come to terms that it’s no longer a water ghoul. Mountain brings Dew tinctures and other things to run over the scares to make them less sensitive, and fade.

They help him heal until he feels like he doesn’t need to wear only long sleeves anymore. He can finally be himself again and not feel like has to hide his flaws and scars. They help him feel happy again.

[midnight-moth]

if you get the chance, maybe 48 with rain and dew for the kiss ask game ? <3

CW blood mention, talk of dentist, sore Rain, repentant Dew, idiots in love. From this prompt list.

Rain croaks like a frog, and flinches. Dew shrinks away, darting back like a scared mouse. A bit too fast because he tumbles off his side of the bed and hits his head on the wall.

“Mother fucker.”

“Dew I didn’t mean for you to get revenge on my behalf.”

“No, didn’t hurt that bad.” Still Dew his cradling the back of his head, and if Rain’s eyes can see correctly in the dim light, they’re getting a little misty.

“Come back to bed.” Rain pats the ruffled duvet and Dew worms his way back in and plasters himself to Rain’s side. He’s rewarded by Rain’s frigid hand soothing the sore spot on his scalp.

“Good thing I’m so thick headed.” Dew purrs with content as Rain’s fingers flick back and forth with gentle scratches.

“M’sorry. I forgot.” Dew’s trying to temper the level of his repentance. It was an accident after all.

“It’s okay. It already doesn’t hurt.” That is a lie. It is only day 2 of the root canal he received at the human dentist. Every time he prods at the sensitive tissue he screams in his mind, I didn’t even know teeth had roots! Are there trees in there?

The first thing he remembers saying after coming to from the gas. A shocking amount they advise. Apparently it takes a lot to keep a ghoul down. And they realize maybe the Ministry needs to invest in a dental program.

Aether sat in that examination room the whole time, admittedly queasy from the occasionally sprays of blood soaking into the paper bib. However, someone needed to keep his human-esque guise in place.

The first ghoul that went to the dentist ended up with a pant leg full of tail. It could’ve been much worse.

“Are you sure? I could get you some more medication, some water?”

“Actually, that would be nice. My mouth tastes terrible.”

Dew squawks when his feet touch the icy floor. Thankfully everything he needs is just a few steps away in the washroom.

Dew returns promptly, pressing some blue pills into Rain’s palm.

“What would I do without you?” Rain’s voice sounds playful but he really means it.

“I dunno. Probably trip and fall into a canyon and die.” Dew laughs, crawling over Rain’s legs and back to his still-warm spot under the covers.

“I would die without you.” The jeer is missing from his tone as he stares at Dew with those bottomless blue eyes that make his heart skip a few beats.

Dew is taken aback at times by this very sudden and very intense confessions that cut through much of the artifice he is used to conducting himself with. A candy coating of sarcasm and spite to cover the hurt.

He was used to it.

In this moment he isn’t sure what to say. He panics. Leans in to interrupt the silence with a kiss.

“Owwwww”

“Sorry!! It’s habit!” Habit to use touch instead of words when he can’t find them.

“It’s okay. I know you love me.” Rain mumbles, wondering if his cheek is swollen.

“I really do.” This time Dew kisses the back of his hand instead.

And wonders if he should put a post it note on Rain’s face so he doesn’t forget. Although his cheek looks suspiciously chipmunk like, which should be a good reminder.

Secret shout out to @ghoulodont who is the CEO of ghoul teeth, I thought of you.

[jesusbutbetterrr]

Dew wakes up in the early hours of the morning right as the sun rises, cradling a sleeping Rain up against his chest. Playing with the water ghoul's ink black hair while he wishes so desperately that he could truly connect with him in the way true love should feel.

Breathing out a deep sigh knowing that no matter what, no matter how hard he tries, the relationship can't last when it was already built up on loose sand.

He thinks back to the night before, filled with empty kisses and touches void of any real passion. Both giving and receiving meaningless pleasure while trying to tell himself they can make it work.

They spent the rest of the night in an uneasy silence once it was all over.

[iamthecomet]

Hold the Flame

Fandom: Ghost (The Band) Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewdrop/Rain Featuring: Rain going into heat. Top Dew. Bottom Rain. Rimming. Anal Sex. Dew eating Rain alive. Finger sucking. They're so very into each other. Desperate Rain. Dew taking care of someone for once. Shower hand jobs. Frottage. Multiple orgasms. Filth. Word Count: 6.7k.

Rain goes into heat unexpectedly. Dew helps him out--of course.

Dew’s lithe fingers are sliding over his chest, dragging over painfully hard nipples and up to his throat. Rain leans back against him on instinct and Dew inhales sharply. Rain rolls his hips into his bass on instinct, seeking pleasure as Dew’s fingers curl around his throat and dig in. Dew’s fingers tighten a little more than usual, digging into Rain’s pulse, closer to real. Rain’s head spins, his cock kicks hard in his pants. He tries to keep quiet. Tries to bury his moan, but it slips out. And there is no way Dew doesn’t hear it. One more roll of his hips and Rain thinks he might actually cum on stage—right here—in front of everyone. Read it on AO3.

[revasserium]

craving this upcoming sanji fic 🤤🤤

i don't wanna jinx it but i MIGHT actually finish it today -- i feel it encroaching, the ending LOL. i FINALLY see the light at the end of the tunnel lsdkfajosghisd

[nepeta]

Happy pride month I drew some pride moths

[ladyemma55]

[mossmothgrove]

A little snippet of what I've been cookin...

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze?

Ok so I wanted to start posting my Soulmates AU for Raindrop month, but writing for my Medieval one is going waay better than planned and it's confusing me to have 2 separate backstories in my head at once, so while I still have *checks calendar* 5 DAYS, here's a little stand-alone ficlet!

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze? A Midwest Emo Ghouls AU ficlet

Rating: T Content: fluff, literally that's it just fluff Words: 615

Lots of love to @alwaysjustmina for organizing this month again this year, I love any excuse to write about our soggy boys!! 🌦️🖤

hello @revengeghoulette, here is your summons as promised!! 🫡

Read below, or on AO3!

Haymaking season was coming to an end, and Swiss, Mountain and all the ghouls who pitched in to help were looking forward to a well-deserved break. To celebrate the end of the season, Swiss had built a maze out of hay bales for the children and kits of the town, as well as some of the more enthusiastic adults.

The whole community had come together to put on a party at the ghouls' farm. Mountain and his colleagues from the hardware store had built fairground games, Dew had dragged the church's speakers down on a trailer and was playing records Mist had brought from her shop. Aurora's cafe had a small pop-up, and Cirrus had brought a vat of apple cider, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, for the younger guests. Cumulus was in her element, her little face-painting stall attracting such a sizeable queue that Sunshine had jumped in to help out. Phantom was taking his new role as Youth Pastor – and more recently Sunday School teacher – very seriously, replacing her in supervising a very intense game of tag. While Mountain minded the hay maze, Swiss was giving rides on the haycart he had hitched to the back of his tractor, driving the children and kits up and down the field in the warm afternoon sunshine.

After closing time, once the families had gone home, the ghouls had the place to themselves without getting in the way of the fun of the younger members of the community. Rain and Dew were the last ones left inside the maze. Aurora and Mist had quickly disappeared somewhere together, Sunny, Cirrus and Cumulus were deep into their mission of finishing off the cider now that their responsibilities were over, the three of them covered in rainbow paint and body glitter.

Dewdrop and Rain walked hand in hand through the maze, quietly drinking in each other’s company in the balmy evening air. Making it to the centre of the maze they sat down on a bale, surrounded by golden walls on all sides as the amber glow of sunset spread across the sky. Dew leaned his head on Rain’s shoulder, utterly content in the moment.

“It’s beautiful.” Rain commented, as they watched the play of colours around them. “Just like you.”

Dew turned his face to bury it in Rain’s neck, bashful.

“You are, and I’m so proud of you, taking over from Aeth like you did. You’re doing such a great job, love! Look at how the town and harvest are flourishing. I’m honoured to call you my husband.”

Never one to take compliments well, Dew redirected Rain’s affections by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pair lost themselves in each other, the cooling temperatures went unnoticed past the warmth of their bodies, the slight prickliness of the hay nothing compared to the soft slide of their lips.

By the time they came up for air, Dew having squirmed his way into Rain’s lap, the sky was glowing a deep russet colour. From outside the maze, they could hear the sounds of the others packing up to leave.

“Alright lovebirds, time to come out or I’ll send the dogs in!” they heard Swiss call. The pair only giggled, Rain placing feather-light kisses across Dew’s cheekbones while he blushed the colour of the sky.

“You don’t have a dog!” Dew hollered back as he struggled to hold in his giggles.

“Hi Dewy.” deadpanned Mountain.

Eventually, Dew and Rain managed to find their way out of the maze, neither wanting to be found and carried out by the giant earth ghoul.

“Nice straw hat, Rain.” smirked Swiss, “although normally you weave it into itself, not directly into your hair!”

[sageofthestarz]

Dews gettin squished and he is lovein it question is, who’s squishin him?

[midnight-moth]

Mushy May will heal ghumblr. I know it will. I believe in it. I’m manifesting it.

[astyrra]

i better finish this

[hightaled]

kpop is making me worse. i cant stop watching going seventeen and i need to see seungmin images every day and i havnt been able to listen to anything besides of my 50 designated kpop songs since first semester finals week which was in. january.