#the dew line

[daughter-ofthe-sun]

Why did I make myself read this article again 😭😭

[girlfriendline]

patty and the dews

wild @ habs || 17.10.23

[candlemouse]

Meeting the Parents

Alex Cloudmill/Maya Dew

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Butterflies brawled in Alex’s stomach, and she wiped her hands on her pants again. For like the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

No, it wasn’t Garnok rising or Sabine or Katja or—

“They’re going to love you, Alex.” Maya smiled and interlocked her fingers with Alex. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Alex shifted in the dining booth and nodded with false bravado. “I’m not nervous.”

“You don’t have to lie,” Maya said. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

Their booth in the Coffe Pot Café overlooked the Dundull bay and in the early morning, Alex could watch the fishermen set up their sails for the day.

“Okay,” Alex said. She smiled at Maya. Her warmth was so infectious, and Alex never wanted to be without it. “I’m nervous. But not as nervous as I was a few minutes ago.”

“Good,” Maya said. “Now, imagine how I felt when I had to meet the Mayor of one of the biggest and busiest cities in Jorvik because he was my girlfriend’s brother!”

It still made Alex giddy when she heard Maya call her her girlfriend. It was a novelty, okay? And even if it became habitual, Alex didn’t think her happiness at that name would fade, anyway.

“Technically, Mayor Peanut is Fort Pinta’s mayor. You just met his assistant.” Alex brought their entwined hands up and kissed Maya’s. “Besides, James is all bark and no bite.”

“To you! He immediately started quizzing me on every detail of my stay in Fort Pinta until he found another opportunity to make money.”

“He is nothing if not dedicated.”

“I think that runs in the family.”

Alex laughed.

“Maya!”

Alex straightened. Maya’s parents had arrived. They shared Maya’s green eyes, but not her red hair. As they exchanged hugs and hellos, Alex stood to the side glancing anywhere but at the family. She wasn’t used to such overt familial affection, and the brawling butterflies in her stomach had graduated to a full on fight ring.

“Ma, Pa.” Maya took Alex’s hand and smiled at her. “This is Alex.”

Alex inclined her head with an awkward smile. “Nice to meet you both.”

“Us too!” Mrs. Dew beamed.

They all sat down in the booth and continued their conversation.

“Your mother was so excited, I don’t think she spoke a single word about anything else the whole bus ride,” Mr. Dew complained.

“Well, Maya had told me so much about you, Alex, that it was hard to wait!” Her mother began to scan the menu. “Though, you must forgive me, but it’s slipped my mind what you do for a living.”

“Oh, well, I’m in druidic training at the moment,” Alex replied. She was sure it was not what her girlfriend’s parents wanted to hear—that she was joining a secretive religious sect, but there wasn’t much truth Alex was able to tell Maya’s parents. So, she was trying not to lie when she could. If everyone knew about the true danger and magic of the world…maybe it would be better. But, alas, Fripp would have her head. Not that he doesn’t already have a million reasons to be mad at her, anyway. “But, I help my brother out at Fort Pinta sometimes, too.”

“Druidic training?” Mr. Dew asked. “That’s…”

“Remember our blacksmith back in the day, honey? He was a druid.” Mrs. Dew pointed out.

“Alex is great at it, too, guys,” Maya said. “She’s even on this task force that helps out across Jorvik.”

“Oh! Didn’t you say you had picnics with…oh, what was their name? One of Alex’s colleagues.” Mrs. Dew said.

“Yeah, we have picnics with one of my, um, co-workers in the Forgotten Fields,” Alex said.

“That’s so darling,” Mrs. Dew said. “Do you like it in Jarlaheim?”

“Oh, Jarlaheim’s a beautiful city, but I don’t actually live there,” Alex said.

“Oh, I must have heard Maya wrong, then,” Mrs. Dew said. “Where do you live?”

“I have a house in Valedale, but I do often stay with Maya in the Harvest Counties. It’s easier that way.” Alex fiddled with the napkin in her lap. “Plus, I have a good friend in Jarlaheim that will let me crash if need be.”

“Oh good, good,” Mrs. Dew said.

The waitress came to take their drink orders and then was off.

“This Dundull weather is beautiful, isn’t it, Ma?”

“Oh, yes. I love the sea breeze,” Mrs. Dew said. She folded her napkin in her lap. “Alex, do you like Fort Pinta, Jarlaheim, or Valedale best?”

“There’s great things about all of Jorvik, of course. But, I do really like living in Jarlaheim. It reminds me of home. The music scene is really great.”

“What kind of music are you into?”

“Hip-hop. Some rock. What about you?”

“Ooh, I like Jazz,” Mrs. Dew said. “The blues.”

“She plays it non-stop,” Mr. Dew added. “Where did you say your hometown was?”

“Jorvik City.”

“We live there now! Which part?” Mrs. Dew asked.

“Governor’s Fall. I really did love it, but at some point, my family just couldn’t afford to live there anymore,” Alex said. It was bittersweet but Alex was glad for the memories she made there.

“You both will have to visit us next time in Jorvik City,” Mrs. Dew said.

“Ma, I don’t like the city. I can’t bring Elli with me.” Maya pouted. It was funny. Maya was completely at ease, as she should be with her parents, but Alex felt like she was currently acting the most professional and polite she ever has.

“I’m sure your horse will be okay for a few days alone.”

“No, she won’t.”

The conversation devolved into a light-hearted argument about Elli being able to handle some alone time that was interrupted by their waiter taking their drink orders. The dinner continued in a similar banter, and the tension that Alex had held slowly dissipated.

By the time they were exchanging goodbyes, Alex really felt close to them.

Once they were gone, Alex and Maya started walking to the Dundull stable.

“They really like you a lot, you know,” Maya said. She squeezed Alex’s hand.

Alex knew she had issues with parental figures. It was an obvious consequence of her childhood that manifested in both avoidance and over-attachment to her older mentors. Especially with Elizabeth gone, Alex felt like she had to re-confront all her mental struggles all over again.

She was glad to have Maya by her side, and a small part of her hoped that one day, just maybe, she could call Maya’s parents her own.

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[ghcstcd]

kiss kiss

[your-ghoul-pal]

Aether *after hyping himself up for weeks to finally say it*: I-I love you

Dew *half listening*: I know you do, no need to say it. Or do, if you want to boost my ego

Aether: *in disbelief but not surprised either*

[tiger-balm]

fascinating...

[clementine-writes-things]

"I've got a busy day tomorrow. I should really go to sleep."

*proceeds to listen to the Born To Die Paradise Edition album while sobbing into my pillow*

[pebbl3s-3bbl3s]

don’t know how i feel abt this one gang but it’s RAINDROP!!!!! LETS HEAR IT FOR THE LGBTQ COMMUNITY!!!!!!!

sketch, lineart, & reference ↓

god they sicken me <3

[sergeifyodorov]

wanting the blades and knights to make the mem finals because then the baby leafs will do well vs wanting the blades and knights eliminated because then the baby leafs might get summoned... fight

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 21: Body Worship

Pairing: Implied Polyghouls, Aether/Dew/Swiss

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1745

Contains: Transmasc Dew (cock and cunt used to describe what he’s working with), biting

Aether’s planning on spending the night before his summoning day with Mountain and Cumulus when Swiss and Dew corner him after dinner. “Got any plans tonight, big boy?” Swiss says, grinning as he leans up against the doorframe. 

Aether glances over his shoulder, where Mountain and Cumulus have seemingly vanished. Dew’s taken their place, slinking up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He turns back to Swiss and shakes his head.

“Come to bed with us?” Swiss takes both of his hands in his, running his thumbs across his knuckles. He flashes someone a fanged grin over his shoulder, but Aether can’t bring himself to care. Not with the way Dew’s plastered against his back, standing up on his tiptoes to press kisses to the back of his neck. He nods, and Swiss leads him down the hall towards their room, Dew following close behind. 

Swiss lets go of Aether’s hands, shutting and locking the door behind them, while Dew untucks Aether’s shirt from his pants, nimble fingers dancing over his stomach and up to his chest, still kissing his neck. 

Aether cranes his neck to look at Dew over his shoulder. “What’s this all about, ba-?”

Dew cuts him off, taking this moment to bite down and suck hard at his jaw, needle sharp teeth piercing skin. Aether hisses, reaching back and grabbing a fistful of gold hair. 

“Wanted to show you how much we love you,” Dew says as he releases his hold on Aether’s skin, already beginning to darken into a lovely mark.

“You do so much for us, all of us, and we wanted to show you how much we appreciate it,” Swiss says as he returns to the two others. He’s already taken off his shirt. “Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve fallen into bed together.”

“It has, ye-ah,” Aether agrees as Dew picks another spot on his throat to mark up. He throws his head back, careful not to headbutt Dew. He moves to unbutton his shirt, but Swiss swats his hands away, doing the job himself.

“Let us do the work, okay, big boy?” Swiss says, drawing him into a sweet kiss. Aether nods, moaning into Swiss’s mouth as Dew makes another mark over his pulse point. Dew works at his own shirt, shrugging it off of his shoulders.

Aether shrugs his shirt off, gasping for breath as Swiss pulls away, moving to attack the other side of his throat. One of Aether’s hands buries itself in Swiss’s curls, the other wrapping around one of Dew’s horns. 

The three of them move to the bed, Dew and Swiss pressing Aether down flat on his back, kneeling over him at his sides. He stares up at them, trying to catch his breath. They’re haloed by the lamp in the corner, soft golden light glinting off of Dew’s hair and Swiss’s horns.  They’re both so beautiful, he thinks as he reaches out for them to join him. 

Swiss laughs, grinning kindly, leaning down to press kisses across his cheeks. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful too. Prettiest thing we’ve ever had in our bed.”

Aether feels his face heat as he realizes he spoke out loud. He goes to cover his face with his arm when he feels Dew grab his wrist. “Don’t hide from us, Aeth. We just want to make you feel good.”

Dew dives down to kiss down his chest, leaving a bite mark or sucking a bruise every few passes. Swiss does the same, taking a nipple gently between his teeth, eyes flicking up as Aether hisses. 

“Unholy Father,” Dew says, “Fucking love you so much, Aeth. Your body’s fucking perfect, I swear.”

“Sin fucking incarnate,” Swiss agrees, leaning up to kiss Aether on the lips. “Your thighs, fucking shit, your thighs.”

Swiss rocks back on his haunches, hands going to Aether’s belt, ghosting over Aether’s growing need. “You good to take these off, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, please,” Aether nearly begs, slumping into the bed with relief as Swiss gets his belt off. He arches his hips off the bed as Swiss gets the zipper and button undone, getting his pants and boxer briefs off in one fell swoop. 

Swiss mouths and bites his way down Aether’s happy trail as he works at his own pants, throwing them to some corner of the room. Dew follows suit, leaving all three of them as naked as the day they were summoned. 

Aether’s overwhelmed at the affection, to say the least, pushing his head back into the pillows as Dew swings a leg over him, straddling his stomach. Swiss ignores his dick, diving at his thighs and sinking his fangs into the sensitive flesh. 

“Fuck, Swiss, Dew,” he gasps, trying to reach for both of them, wanting to drag Swiss’s sinful mouth to his cock, pull Dew up so he can bury his face in Dew’s cunt. But Dew pushes his hands down to the blankets, pinning them on either side of his head. 

“Come on, loverboy. Let us do the work, Aeth. Let us make you feel good.”

“Give it to me,” Aether growls, breaking free of Dew’s grip and grabbing at his hips, pulling him forward. 

“This is supposed to be about you, Aeth,” Dew says, pulling back against Aether’s grip. He’s sure that in the morning there’ll be ten fingerprint bruises around his waist. 

“If this is about me, then fucking give it to me, baby.”

Dew sighs, pretending like he has to be convinced to sit on Aether’s face. 

“If that’s what our sweetheart wants, give it to him, spitfire,” Swiss says from in between Aether’s thighs. Dew goes easily with the permission, kneeling on either side of Aether’s head. Aether reaches up, wrapping his arms around Dew’s thighs, and pulls him down onto his mouth. 

Dew throws his head back as Aether’s tongue meets his already slick folds, his nose nudging against his little cock. He reaches down and wraps his hands around Aether’s horns, pulling him further into his cunt. 

“He making you feel good, Dewey baby?” Swiss asks, pulling off from a mark blooming on Aether’s hipbone. 

Dew nods, whining as Aether wraps his lips around his cock and sucks hard. His back bows, and Aether pulls him down harder. 

“He’s so good at that, isn’t he?” Swiss asks as he kneels up. He runs a hand through Dew’s hair, pushing it out of his face. “So good at making us feel good, taking such good care of us, our pack.”

Aether groans as he licks into Dew’s entrance, slick coating the bottom half of his face, dripping down his throat and chest. The little ghoul cries out with the vibration, thighs shaking around his head. 

“We should make him feel good too, just as good as he makes us feel. You want that, sweetheart?”

Aether hums his assent against Dew’s cock, and Swiss shakes his head, smiling down at Aether. “Can you give me words, Aeth?”

Aether groans as he loosens his grip reluctantly, letting Dew up and sucking down a breath. “Yeah, please,” he gasps. “Make me feel good.”

“As you wish, sweetheart,” Swiss says, pushing Dew back down onto Aether’s waiting tongue before sinking to his stomach between his legs. Aether’s dick is flushed with need, head shiny with precum, pooling into his happy trail. 

Swiss licks a stripe up his dick, and he can’t hear Aether’s reaction, but he hears Dew cry out as the vibration rattles pleasure up his spine. He can feel Aether’s marked up thighs tense and try to close, but Swiss’s shoulders keep them open. He grinds his own aching cock against the mattress, focusing all of his attention on Aether.

He kisses the head of his cock before sucking it into his mouth, running his tongue against the sensitive spot underneath. Swiss takes the rest of it into his mouth, feeling it press against the back of his throat. Aether’s dick is always a stretch, thick and girthy and always able to hit the right spots inside of him, but Swiss prides himself on being able to take Mountain. 

It’s a shame he can’t see Aether’s face, but he can watch Dew tense, his hair falling down his back, as Aether works at him. Dew yelps, and Swiss glances up and chuckles to himself as he sees one of Aether’s arms reaching up to Dew’s chest, no doubtedly tugging at a nipple ring. 

Aether’s thighs begin to tremble on either side of Swiss’s head. He removes his hand from Dew’s chest and tries to reach down to get Swiss’s attention. 

“Think he’s close, Swissy,” Dew says, breathless. He’s trembling, thighs working against Aether’s bruising grip.

Swiss lights up and redoubles his efforts, reaching up and fondling his balls as he takes him to the hilt. Aether cries out loud enough for the other ghouls to hear as he cums, spilling hot down Swiss’s throat. 

Dew tenses, grinding down against Aether’s mouth, burying his hands in the long section of Aether’s hair, pulling hard as he goes over the edge, shaking as Aether keeps working at him, keeps sucking at his oversensitive cock, moaning as it twitches against his tongue.

Swiss can’t help himself, he takes himself in hand as he works Aether through his climax, so keyed up it only takes a few moments before he’s following his partners, spilling over his own knuckles. 

Aether eventually lets up, lifting Dew’s hips from his face in an attempt to even his breathing. Dew slumps over to the side, collapsing boneless against the mattress. Swiss lets Aether’s softening cock fall out of his mouth against his stomach. 

“Fuck, Dewey,” Aether laughs, reaching out to pull Dew flush to his body. “That was, fuck, Swiss.”

“So good for us,” Swiss says, sucking another mark onto Aether’s lower stomach. “So fucking good.”

“Swiss, did you?” Dew asks, trailing off as Swiss raises his hand to his mouth, licking it clean. “Guess you did.”

“What can I say,” Swiss shrugs as he shifts up on the mattress. “I had a front row view of Aeth getting you off. Got a little hot and bothered. How long do you think you need until you can go again, sweetheart? Wanted to make you cum on my dick. Night’s still young, after all.”

Aether swallows hard as his cock twitches valiantly. Swiss’s right. There’s a lot of night left, and Aether knows he’s in for a long one.

[feralghxuls]

i know exactly what the secret series is and you know damn well i'm here to ask for snips. from whichever one you feel like, i just. i need to know. i need to see inside that folder.

>:3c

you asked for snips from when dew is really worked up about everything and i have one wip that works perfectly for that. you're gonna get more than one snip because out of all the documents in that folder, this is the one i wish i could release into the wild

He’s well-slicked from the dream, enough to go ahead and add a third finger, rocking down onto his own hand, his jaw going slack as he moans into the sheets without restraint. It feels good, but it’s not fucking enough. 

Dew lets out a growl of frustration and throws his body upright, rising to his knees and letting them slide apart across the sheets until he’s sinking back down to where he can comfortably ride his fingers, sliding his other hand down his stomach to rub at himself, harsh and quick. He’s been shifted for days now, and while he doesn’t normally spend long like this, he’s quickly learned the most efficient ways to get himself off, what he can do to himself that usually gets him a few minutes of satisfaction.

He’s chasing his release, fucking himself hard and fast and he can hear how slick he is, loud in the otherwise silent room. It doesn’t take him long to build up that simmering heat in his belly to an intense burn that courses through his pelvis, bursting up through his belly and then his back is arching and he’s letting out a feral sound as he comes, clenching down hard on his fingers. With effort, he fucks himself through it, feels a different kind of pressure begin building before he even begins to come down, and then he’s coming again, gushing over his hand and onto the bedspread. He stays like that for a long moment, head tipped back in momentary bliss, pulsing around his fingers as the aftershocks wash over him, and he waits until his cunt is finally still before he pulls his fingers out and sinks down to rest his ass on his heels, posture slumping as he catches his breath. He can feel his heart thumping in his whole body, but the release has only helped for approximately four goddamn seconds; he's already throbbing involuntarily at nothing. He lets out a whine that sounds pitiful even to his own ears and wonders if one more would leave him any more satisfied. It probably won’t, but it’s worth a try. 

He turns, avoiding the wet spot in the center of the mattress, sliding over the side of it until he’s sitting on the floor with his back against the bedframe. He spreads his legs and lets his head lean back against the mattress, jumping straight to four fingers. He doesn’t bother starting slow, setting the pace as fast as he can get his hand to move, hips rocking desperately. He can hear the keening sound he’s making, knows he’s probably stinking up the whole wing, but he doesn’t care. He just wants to feel satiated for more than five fucking minutes. 

He’s in the middle of his second orgasm, muscles clenching and his back arching, hips lifting up off the floor as he comes, drenching the thin carpet in front of him – when the door opens. His eyes have rolled back in his pleasure, but Dew manages to wrench his head up to see who the hell is barging in unannounced, and he really shouldn’t be surprised to see that it’s Rain. Dew lets out a feral sound as his hips kick one more time, a pathetic little spray splattering the floor. He melts, boneless, letting his head loll to look at Rain. The fuck do you want, he mutters, unable to muster up the usual fight.

He can’t help it. He feels blissfully invisible, and it’s far, far too easy to let his vision unfocus and pretend he’s alone, to grip at the edge of the chair between his knees as he rocks down onto the plug, desperate enough to grind against his own wrist and it feels so fucking good. He’s not even aware he’s whimpering until he feels Rain prod sharply at his thoughts. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he forces his gaze to focus enough to look across the table at him; Rain just fixes him with a stern look and it’s enough to make shame roll through him. He feels appropriately chastised for approximately three seconds before it rolls right back over into lust. His fangs break through the skin of his lip and the sudden burst of bright copper taste on his tongue isn’t helping things in the least, but he manages to swallow back what’s sure to have been a pitiful sound. 

Dew manages to reduce his movement to tiny, unsatisfactory circles until the food is served and Rain’s attention is otherwise occupied before he’s grinding down onto the plug again in earnest, his awareness narrowing down to the waves of pleasure burning hot through him. He doesn’t have the presence of mind to even pretend to give a shit if Rain is paying attention to what he’s doing or not, assuming that he’ll stop him the second he notices. Dew doesn’t get stopped, though, and he’s safe in the security that he’s home free. Heat coils tightly in the pit of his stomach, rolling through him as he shifts his hips and finds the perfect angle, his muscles starting to tense and he’s so fucking close and there’s no way he’s not moaning like a whore, but he doesn’t care, all he cares about is his release, he’s right at the edge, just needs one more push – 

Rain slams into his consciousness, one single word blasted into his brain: Don’t.

Rain finds him almost immediately, tangled in the underbrush, just lying on his side in the dirt, chest heaving and his eyes wild and dazed as he watches Rain approach. He looks pathetic, with leaves tangled in his hair and his face flushed, mouth slack, raising his hips into the air and letting his tail fall to the side.

Rain crouches over him, momentarily overcome with the urge to give in to what Dew so desperately wants, give in to his instincts and mount him right there, but instead he reaches out to cup his cheek and relishes in the whimper he gets just from that touch. There's no resistance at all when he reaches for Dew's thoughts to say, You really think I'm that easy, huh? Get up. 

He keeps his expression carefully neutral, even a little bored as he watches Dew's eyes widen a split second before he scrambles backwards out from under him. He staggers to his feet and takes off, unsteady and stumbling. Rain follows at a leisurely pace, keeps his eyes on the place Dew had disappeared into the underbrush. 

Rain pushes through the same place Dew had, disappointed but not surprised to find him bent over a log, ass up and legs spread in a frankly extremely tempting display, desperately rubbing at himself through the fabric of his pants, but Rain steps over to him and hauls him up by the back of his shirt, shoving him forward again. Dew yelps and stumbles forward, making a valiant effort at running off again. He doesn’t make it very far before he lets out a feral howl and drops to his knees and shoves a hand down his pants, where it looks like he's ripped the fly open, frantically grinding against himself. Rain gives a warning growl, and when Dew doesn’t move he has to drag him to his feet and drive him forward into motion again. 

They do this again and again until Dew is trembling and heaving for breath, until he finally manages to dart off out of sight, his path zigzagging as he lists from side to side. Rain waits where he is for a moment, giving Dew some time to put distance between them and for himself to clear his head. He needs to stay focused.

It seems he's making more of an effort this time, but Rain still finds the shredded remains of his pants discarded among the roots of a tree not much further into the forest. He crouches beside them, reaching out to pick them up as he debates whether or not to leave them there. His nostrils flare as he catches the scent on them, and he can't help but lift the ruined fabric to his face and breathe in the thick smell of the slick Dew had left behind. It goes straight to his cock, and Rain has to wrestle with his self control to drop the pants back to the ground and stand. 

He tips his head to the side, eyes narrowing as he catches Dew's trail on the breeze. It's suspiciously like the odor of his pants, warm and salty and it draws Rain further into the woods. He knows Dew is nearby, it’s just a matter of finding him; Rain pushes a low-hanging branch to the side and emerges into a small clearing. Dew is crouched beside a large oak tree, one hand gripping the bark and the other between his legs. He’s a whining, whimpering mess, begging wordlessly as he fucks himself with four fingers, hips rocking erratically as he rides his own hand. It’s shockingly like the way Rain had found him this morning, and the sight sends heat coiling through him. Dew hasn’t noticed him yet, his eyes screwed up tight as he gasps and writhes. His claws tighten on the tree beside him, and it’s clear that he’s right on the edge of release but he can’t find that last push over the edge. 

As Rain watches, Dew curls his thumb in against his palm, shifting the shape of his hand and Rain feels dizzy as he witnesses Dew’s frenzied attempts to get his whole hand into himself, watches the way his fingers fold together as he works them in to the knuckle, throwing his head back and chittering wildly as he rocks his hips down onto his hand. Rain can see by the frustration in his knit brows and the tension in his body that it’s still not enough, even as he manages to get his knuckles into himself, and then the rest of his hand goes easy. Rain decides now is as good a time as any to make his presence known, stepping further into the clearing and chirping softly. Dew’s head whips towards him; bark splinters and shatters from the tree under the crushing grip of his claws. He’s gasping wildly, staring wide-eyed at Rain but he doesn’t stop fucking himself, and even at this distance Rain can see the blood smeared on his lips from where his fangs have pierced the delicate skin. The pure, instinctual need Dew feels floods his scent, makes Rain's head swim and his cock jump, but he forces himself to move calmly across the clearing.  He doesn't even have to say anything, he's just giving Dew a mildly disappointed look and he's arching up, throwing his head back and howling as he comes, his whole body shuddering as he sprays the ground beneath him like a damn fountain. His thighs are quivering with the effort of holding himself up, his hips jerking with the aftershocks, each one pulling little whimper from Dew. Rain kneels in front of him, resting a hand on his knee and waits for Dew to slowly lift his head and struggle to fix unfocused eyes on him. At the edge of his vision he can see Dew pulling his hand out, can see the way he throbs hard around nothing, and when he focuses on Dew's face again there are tears of desperation gathering in his eyes. Rain feels about as wrecked as Dew looks, but he just says, This could all go away if you just [REDACTED].

[whumpy-wyrms]

take this silly dewdle :3 he’s so filled with joy i had to show you guys

[miasmaghoul]

Tell us about Aeon the perv. Inquiring minds need to know.

It's a general headcanon of mine but the idea is as follows:

Dew walking in on Aeon sniffing his dirty laundry. Finds the new guy standing in his room with his face shoved in the armpit of one of Dew's shirts, just breathing it in. Noticeably chubby from it. Aeon freezes when Dew catches him, just long enough for Dew to lock the door. He calls Aeon a nasty little freak, asks if he's the reason Dew's things keep vanishing on laundry day. Aeon mumbling out an apology and trying to get away, red faced and staring at the floor, but Dew refuses to let him. Grabs a pair of boxers from the hamper and shoves them in Aeon's face, watches his eyes roll back. Bullies him over to the bed and yanks his pants down to his thighs, bends him over and eats him out while Aeon huffs his dirty laundry and drools all over himself about it. Dew insulting him for it between breaths, really tearing into him, and Aeon's knees won't stop shaking.

[darkwood-sleddog]

Like a fish to water this one! My GoPro was unfortunately facing my jacket half the run (the good half urg.)

[respectthepetty]

Hi! While watching the new episode of 609 Bedtime Story on Friday, I noticed something cinematographic in the background that I’m not sure how to interpret, so I was wondering if you might be able to explain to me what it could mean? (I’m still fairly new to this whole ‘The colors and lines and angles all have a meaning!’ thing, so I often do notice things but don’t know what to do with them.)

I’m talking about the dividing line in the background that appears in the scene at the café, where Mum meets Dew while returning Mint’s phone. It’s not super distinct, but it’s there. And Mum is clearly on his side of the divide, almost maintaining too much distance—maybe because he’s feeling estranged from Dew because he’s not his Dew? Or because he’s consciously trying to stay away from him to avoid making things awkward or to prevent himself from reaching out to him?

Meanwhile, Dew is standing much closer to the dividing line and kind of ... shifting around right at the border, sometimes just barely crossing it. I guess it’s like he’s trying to cross it, but doesn’t know how or can’t? I don’t know, that’s just my interpretation. The question to me is why, if he doesn’t remember who Mum is.

And then, when Dew crashes into the waiter behind him and falls right into Mum’s arms (I was feeling so sorry for Mum, because he gets to hold his boy but said boy doesn’t even remember him), they briefly meet in the middle, thereby crossing the divide for the duration of their hug. Although, really it’s just Dew who has crossed it, Mum remains on his side the entire time, with the exception of his hands that are around Dew.

But as soon as their hug ends, they’re both back on their respective sides, with Mum as far away from the line as he was before, and with Dew closer to it, once again, but still firmly on his side and not quite as close to it as he was before the hug.

I guess my question from all of this is: why? What’s happening here? I understand that their hug brought them together for a moment and that’s how they were able to cross the divide, because they were no longer separated in that moment and they were having a connection, but why does it seem to be Dew who’s always trying to cross over to Mum’s side? Especially if he doesn’t remember him?

(As a side note: do you think the horizontal line spanning the glass wall behind them is doing anything? Is there any meaning to it?)

I don’t know, maybe I’m misinterpreting or over-interpreting some stuff or overlooking something, but I thought maybe you’d have an idea, since you always seem to be able to pick up on these things and actually understand how they work (for which I greatly admire you, and I’m working on getting there too). Also, I’m sorry this got so long and convoluted. I hope you don’t mind me basically using you as a way to rant and vent my spinning thoughts and asking you about this. I’m really trying to learn how this stuff works because it’s a joy to notice and understand, so I’m using every chance I get to learn.

I hope you have an amazing day (and a great time watching the last episode of Between Us later today, fingers crossed it’ll be as good as it gets)!

@annamusic125-blog - I'm so happy you invited me to this conversation, but don't EVER apologize for big brain energy like this! You did amazing with your analysis and provided great visuals to support your claims. I am thrilled that you saw the lines too and that you noticed who crossed them! It's tough for people to acknowledge the background noise, so your observation skills are exceptional!

*This GIF comes from Parasite which did a fantastic job of using lines to show class divides and demonstrate people "crossing the lines" as well as utilizing stairs and building floors to show class status and wealth. AKA the movie helps people see the lines they may miss in other media.

Lines can be so subtle that we may not even realize they are there, like the line that divides Nueng and Palm in the beginning of Never Let Me Go.

Or the subtle lines that Wang always crosses with Inthawut in 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (lines and barriers are significant in this show and integrated into the narrative extremely well).

But this is something that Golf and Suthipong, the director and cinematographer of both 609 Bedtime Story and The Eclipse, love to use - the subtle divides

But it's not just the divides they enjoy; it's the crossing of those divides

And it's the connection that runs through the divides. A strong line that is not vertical tends to be used for connecting characters.

When Akk started this argument with Ayan, Ayan was below the horizontal line and on his side of the wall.

But when the argument ends, Ayan is equal with Akk and the horizontal line that runs through Akk ends at Ayan. The line that once divided them is now used to connect them. Note: Ayan is always the one to cross the line in the beginning.

The lines don't have to be horizontal either. They can be diagonal, but normally, a diagonal line also builds balance.

All of this is to support exactly what you are thinking - the horizontal line is connecting Mum and Dew.

As you noted, Dew is so close to crossing the vertical line, but you asked why if he doesn't know this Mum? Because the show is proving that any version of Dew wants to be with any version of Mum regardless of the universe. This is reinforced by the vertical lines that divide Dew and Mint.

No matter the universe, there is always a line or object that divides Mint and Dew. It even appears in Mum's original universe between them.

But you might be thinking, they have the horizontal line too. Yes, because an each universe they are connected (at the head, not the body or the heart), but the barrier exists here too with much more space than what Dew gives Mum. With Mint, Dew always leaves plenty of space.

But he crosses the line or barrier with Mum each time

Which is why fate has him cross the line here

Mum is maintaining so much space between them because he doesn't want to ruin his sister's happiness. He knows if he gets too close to Dew, he will give in, so fate pushes them together and does what Mum can't. Dew is so close to the line because he doesn't know the information that Mum does. He is physically reacting to Mum's presence, unaware of what draws him to Mum, but willing to cross the line to see.

Don't forget the colors!

P'Golf established the colors in an introduction video to the series: Mum's original world is green, yellow, and red. Dew's world is blue. Their 609 fantasy world is purple. Mum, as much as he is distancing himself from his world's Dew, he is still very much connected to his 609 fantasy world Dew -

He makes this Dew a purple drink, with a purple lily (fantasy world Dew's favorite), in his purple shirt, a color he hasn't worn before. The Dew he gives it to is not the 609 fantasy world Dew, but the transference of the color is another link between any version of Mum and any version of Dew because later on, this Dew enters the fantasy world and sleeps with Mum.

Golf and Suthipong are visually showing us that Mum and Dew are connected no matter what and will continue to cross the lines because regardless of the universe, they are drawn to each other.

Good eye! I hope you are proud of yourself for your remarkable attention to detail and thanks for the ask.

[draconic-absurdism]

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