#water dew

[sageofthestarz]

Dom Ifrit fucking Dews throat without any mercy in the moment. Hard, wet, and messy just to lovingly massage his sore jaw with his big warm hands later on after they're done whispering how good he did

[venomised]

Back when Dew was still a Kit, if someone picked him up and gave him a piggy back ride he would be the grumpiest kit you've ever seen.

Yes. There are grumpy and scratchy water ghouls.

[53v3nfrn5]

Various species of bats covered in dew during hibernation

[splemonocracy]

what if miku was a girlfail from virginia

[zegalba]

[greenglowinspooks]

Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:

Liminal Riddler

So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.

And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.

The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.

Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.

Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.

Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).

Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?

It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.

Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.

The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.

Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.

He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.

Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.

(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)

(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)

[manifestmoons]

Welcome to manifestmoons

Magical water properties. A part of Grimoire Basics Volume 3

[huariqueje]

Dew Pond Ditchling - Andy Lovell

British, b. 1964 -

Silkscreen , 37 x 30 cm . Ed. 75.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Syrens can’t speak on land.

Rain gets summoned and isn’t used to not being able to talk. He’s a deep-sea Ghoul, rarely breaking the surface of the water so he’s only ever gone short periods of times not being able to speak.

Water Ghouls have their own type of sign language so they can commune above water and even under the water if they’re hunting.

When Rain is summoned he is not only silenced due to the amount of time he has to spend above water, but because none of the other Ghouls know sign, and the sign the humans have is different and makes no sense to Rain.

Rain also can’t write been as water, paper and ink don’t exactly mix so he never learned.

He just resigns to nodding and shaking his head and trying to mime as best as he can.

That’s until one day when the Fire Ghoul that has a Water’s name sneaks into his room and raises his hands, making the familiar shapes of infernal sign.

“I’ll be your voice. The voice I never had when I was summoned.”

[sageofthestarz]

Some sad kinda fucked Ifrit thoughts because I woke up and they came

Cw; Substance Abuse, Sex as a coping mechanism, and just kinda general sads.

Nothing graphic said but still putting those ^

Ifrit

Big, Strong, oh so stupid Ifrit.

That's what was thought of him. A muscle head who fucked hard, partied hard, and got fucked up without a care.

An easy fuck and go without connections, without having to stick around after sorta thing

That isn't who he was though.

This was all learned behavior because it's what got him the attention he craved, any sense of being useful, cared about even if it was only because his body was useful

He loved and hated every single second of every single hookup, high, and any other thing that got him out of his head

If he wasn't happy he wasn't useful, if he didn't stay the persona they all knew he wouldn't be liked, if she showed just how broken inside he truly was he'd lose everything and everyone he had, no matter how superficial he needed the attention

It didn't matter if it was a vicious cycle of regrets, and horrible sleepless night, bad highs and.. thoughts he shouldn't have. Couldn't have

It was all he had now

His pack was broken.

His pack hated him after he left.

He never bothered to try and reconnect, why would he.

Aether, Mountain, and Dew stayed with the band, Zephyr never spoke to him, Mist was long gone to be with the lake.

He couldn't bother any of them with this.

With him.

He left the pack, he left the band, that was his choice. He left the only people who cared about him and for what? To go and be whatever he was now?

Yes.

Even when he knew he could possibly rekindle something he didn't. Shoved those feelings down and shoved more substance down his throat.

He didn't deserve it.

Didn't deserve to have that happiness.

That comfort.

Ifrit used to be the most caring, lovable golden retriever there was.

Always following someone's trail, loving on them, and doing every favor he could

His pack loved him

He loved his pack

Now a days he's nothing more then an old dog owned by a family long since grown.

One that's waiting for the first excuse to be put down despite all the love it has left to give.

He thinks it's what he deserves.

A life of misery, and pain without comfort.

He watches his old pack in longing, the only happiness coming from seeing how happy and healthy they are

He'd do anything for them even now

He's so happy to see them thrive and love each other

Even if it also breaks his heart.

[lionfloss]

by Olga Potapova

[forlorn-crows]

WaterDew and Aether quickie between chores. maybe its a first time too

not a first time this time, but definitely a quickie. how long do you think it takes for aether to lose his cool when he smells dew's heat? is it longer than it takes for him to blow?

1.3k of raunchy aether and his little droplet cucoming right up~

Aether shoves him into the vestments storage closet in the hall behind the chapel, bullying him up against the only bare wall in the narrow space. 

“Aether, what the—”

He scents him, snuffling behind his ear. “Heat. Can smell it on you. Driving me crazy.” Dew gasps, and his scent flares stronger. “Fuck, I need you.”

The water ghoul whines when Aether curls his hips towards his own, the state of his arousal evident as it presses against Dew’s belly. “But the candles—”

“Let me. Say you’ll let me.” His hands are everywhere: grabbing at his chest, his waist, slipping under his shirt and past his waistband. “Not gonna take long.”

Dew groans at that, sinking against the wall. He arches into Aether’s hand when he grabs at his ass, cock quickly filling out in his pants. He’s dizzy. Need he didn’t feel before punches him in the gut. He wasn’t even thinking about it when he felt the little stirrings in his stomach this morning, but fuck, does he need it now. The quintessence ghoul presses a finger against his hole and circles his rim, growling at the slick starting to form. 

“Shit, do it, fuck me,” he hisses. Pawing at Aether’s belt as the bigger ghoul smashes their lips together. It’s sloppy, dirtier than he’s used to. But it’s good—Aether takes the lead, stripping him bare from the waist down, pants and underwear pooled at the ankles, and freeing his own cock from his pants. He groans loudly against Dew’s neck as he strokes himself, only indulging in a few rubs against the water ghoul’s own cock before he spins Dew around and kicks his legs apart as far as they’ll go while still trapped in his clothing.

“Just like this,” he rumbles, caging him in against the wall. “Lucifer, you’re so wet already.”

And he is: slick coating his rim, the inside of his cheeks. He’ll probably start dripping soon, defiling the dingy carpet and the front of Aether’s pants with the stench of his heat. 

The bigger ghoul slots his cock in between his cheeks, rutting into Dew hard. He can’t help but arch into it—elbows pressed against the plaster, tail up high over his hip. Exposing. Baring his submission. The quintessence ghoul has yet to be so rough, so careless as he is now, humping him like an animal, but Dew would be lying if he said he didn’t go immediately weak in the knees for it. It’s easy to let him inside, thick finger pumping and twisting until it fills him up. 

Sweat beads up along the sides of his spine. Cold to hot in an instant, that insatiable arousal barging to the surface and demanding more in its feverish way. 

It’s what Dew slurs into the wall once Aether starts wiggling the one finger, stretching him out: “More, Aethe, need more.”

“Yeah, gonna be so full of me,” he purrs, already probing with a second finger. It slides in just as easy as the first, pulling from Dew a bitten-lipped moan. “Fuck, just like that, huh? Need me so bad you’re sucking me in.”

“Uh huh,” the water ghoul whines helplessly. He grinds down on those thick fingers, doing half the effort of working himself open. He can’t help but reach down and paw at himself loosely. He’s wet there too, precum drooling from the slit and little head shiny with it. Dew rests his head against his own forearm and keens. 

Aether shushes him, leaning in close to hiss into his ear. “Wouldn’t want anyone to come knocking, would you?” he says gruffly, nipping at the lobe. Dew’s cock kicks traitorously. Aether laughs, crooks his fingers some. “Oh, you’d like that, droplet? Want the others to see you like this, all stretched out for me, dripping on the carpet?” 

“Aether—” He is absolutely filthy today. Out of his mind horny, just off of Dew and the flare of his heat. 

“Shh, just let me—”

The third finger comes soon enough, just as easy a slide as the others. Dew’s breath is shallow now, panting with the effort of keeping relatively quiet as Aether stretches him. He can’t stop touching himself, adding to the mess on his hand, the carpet. As he’s about to do the fourth finger, the water ghoul whines and spreads his legs further.

“Put it in,” he begs. Shakes his head, those silver flyaways somehow glinting in the dark. “Can’t wait any more.”

Aether all but rips his fingers out of his little body, wetting his cock with slick and pre before shoving the wide head of it against Dew’s hole. The water ghoul keens, tail twitching against his shoulder. Presenting the best he can given their position. It’s enough for Aether, who pushes in all the way to the base in one nasty slide and bottoms out with a groan right against Dew’s temple. 

“Fuck, how do you feel so good?” he growls, wrapping his arms around his waist. Pinning him against his body as he starts to move. “Oh gods, just like that.”

“Fu-cking hell, Aethe,” Dew moans. He begs him to go faster, harder, his little hand immediately flying over his cock, because it feels too good to slow down. The need burns hot and fast in his belly, and he knows Aether can feel it. 

“Squeeze it, that’s it,” he rasps. “Just like that, baby boy, just like that.”

Aether’s cock slides hot and fast against his walls, pelvis tipping up with each thrust to get that much deeper. Dew swears he can feel every time the wide head slips out of the foreskin inside of him, smooth and delicate right against the spot that lights up his entire body. He can certainly feel the squish of his balls against his taint every time he bottoms out: full, round, and warm. Slapping against skin wet with sweat and slick. 

“Hu-uh-oh fuck—” Dew’s pleasure is a runaway train barreling down a short track: destined to bust at any moment. 

“Yeah?” Aether goads. Fingers digging bruises into the front of his hipbones. Dew’s legs are shaking already, a sure sign of his oncoming demise. He can hardly catch his breath with how fast he’s reached the edge with Aether as a catalyst. If he were of sounder mind, he might accuse him of plotting it—weaving magick into his touch to ignite that infant flame and engulf him in hazy lust. Take him for his own and mark him for this cycle before anyone else could. 

He knows Aether wouldn’t. But the thought of him doing it purposefully makes his stomach flip. His hand is still going too fast over his achingly hard cock, and a well-aimed thrust makes him paint the wall with his spend before he has a chance to cry out. 

Aether groans, dropping his face down to Dew’s shoulder. “Fuck, that’s it; cum for me, cum on my cock.” Dew lets out a stream of shitshitshit’s as the quintessence ghoul replaces the hand on his dick with his own, tugging hard for every last drop. “Gonna let me give it to you now?”

Dew nods his head with a whine, twitching as the overstim sets in. “You can have me,” he starts babbling, “all yours—make me yours.”

“Gonna,” Aether strains. “Oh, Dew—”

“Uh huh—”

His cock grows impossibly thicker, ramrod straight in Dew’s little body. He can feel the difference in the weight of his balls as Aether thrusts, once, twice, three times—he buries himself on the fourth, spilling deep inside as he surrounds the water ghoul with an iron grip. 

“Takeittakeittakeit,” he groans, jerking against him. “Fuck.” Dew lets out a shaky moan at the feeling of his load filling him up, claiming him. Tipping him past the point of greedy into insatiable. Hungry.

He won’t be able to stay soft for long, not with the way Aether scents him further and nips at his shoulder. Humping into their shared mess so it really stays deep. He is Aether’s now, at least for the duration of his heat, and the quintessence ghoul won’t let him forget it.

[honey-tongued-devil]

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For now, I'm drawing some relationships between the ghouls mentioned in HUITS, so these are random drawings because I need these two dolls.

I don't know what to say, your honor, they love each other to death. I'm off to post the new chapter. For those who want, by clicking on this fantastic colorful text, you will be sent to the AO3 page of my fanfiction (it's magic but don't tell anyone, otherwise the Vatican will come looking for me).

[bombnails]

@nailsbyhanin

[miasmaghoul]

moutaindew frotting <3

"You smell different."

Dew offers a questioning chirp, lays his head back on Mountain's chest to peer up at him. Water splashes against the sides of the tub, carries the sweet-scented suds over the sides to drip onto the tiled floor below. Mountain noses at his temple, sniffs at his soaked hair.

"How can you tell?" Dew settles back against his chest, stretching sore legs with a groan. "All I smell is oranges 'n dirt." Mountain snuffles against his ear and Dew squawks, slaps at his leg under the water. "Quit it, you weirdo."

Mountain ignores him for the most part, and Dew doesn't have the energy to balk at the attention. They'd spent a large portion of this sweltering summer day in the orchards, picking peaches and citrus by the bushel. Delivering some to the kitchens and the rest to the truck waiting by the greenhouse, all destined for the abbey's farmstand in one form or another. Dew hadn't minded the work, but it left him with jelly legs and a crunchy spine that demanded a nice warm soak.

Thankfully, Mountain hadn't objected to his request for a piggyback ride to get there.

"You need a better nose," the other ghoul rumbles, dragging the tip of his nose from the crown of Dew's head to the base of one horn. "What hair treatment did you use?"

Dew shrugs, letting his eyes slip shut. Resting one hand over the arm Mountain has looped around his waist and the other on a muscular thigh. Mountain's other arm rests on the rim of the bath, fingers swirling through the surface of the water. It's started to go cool, and Dew sighs.

"Dunno."

The little ghoul up his temperature until the tub is steaming again, pouring warmth into the broad body behind him as a bonus. Mountain clearly appreciates it, judging by the way he holds him a little tighter. Task accomplished, Dew waves at the bevy of bottles on the shelves next to the tub.

"Whichever one's in front," he mumbles, tipping his head when the other ghoul moves to sniff at his neck instead. "Didn't care what I got, just needed the gross gone."

Mountain chuffs, warm breath flowing over his wet skin. Dew hums with it, a sound that melts into a gentle exhale when Mountain presses his lips to the sensitive spot just below his ear.

"The blue one?"

"Maybe?" Dew strokes the soft skin of Mountain's thigh, an unconscious motion that mirrors the way Mountain's lips travel down his neck, across his shoulder. "Maybe green. Why, s'it smell bad?"

"Far from it, droplet," Mountain assures him. "Just...interesting. Different, but familiar."

Well that explains a lot.

"Are you tellin' me I stink or - ah!" Dew squeaks in when Mountain nips at his shoulder, fangs he's not expecting pinching his skin. "Hey, what the -"

"You smell good," Mountain whispers, and whatever Dew was about to say fades into nothing when he feels something stir against his lower back. "Really good."

Dew gasps when a rough tongue laves at his shoulder, shivers when it glides up his throat. His own cock twitches despite the ache still threaded through his muscles, and the little ghoul sucks air through his teeth when Mountain sucks his earlobe.

"Shit, Mount," he groans, raking his claws along the taller ghoul's inner thigh. "Thought you were tired."

"I'm fucking exhausted," he confirms, shifting his hold to splay a large hand over Dew's belly. "But you just smell so good..."

Mountain drags him closer, until he's fully flush with his chest and Dew can feel his half-hard cock mold to the small of his back. Mountain buries his nose in his hair while more water splashes to the floor, taking a long, deep inhale.

"So you keep saying," Dew mumbles, but he really can't complain when every breath seems to make Mountain throb against him. He wiggles as best he can, just to make the other ghoul gasp. "This thing seems to agree."

"Can't help it." Mountain's other hand sinks beneath the suds, grips Dew’s skinny thigh. "Dunno why, but -"

"'S fine," Dew sighs, working to make himself sound put out despite the fact that he's gotten all chubby himself. "But since you want it so bad," he lilts, a gentle tease, "don't expect me to do any of the work."

He means it to sound haughty, like a taunt, something for Mountain to bounce off of. To call him lazy, or a princess, or any of a thousand other things that would only add fuel the embers starting to burn in his belly.

"Okay," Mountain breathes instead, and Dew doesn't have time to process it before he's being moved.

Not far, mind, but still. Mountain hooks his hands under each of Dew's thighs and lifts him, the water aiding the motion. He sits the little ghoul higher in his lap, thick shaft dragging between Dew's cheeks and wringing a surprised sound out of him.

"Mount, what -"

"Shh," Mountain soothes, slouching further into the water until his knees break the surface. "Just let me have you."

Well, it's not like Dew would ever say no to that.

He's not sure what to expect with the way Mountain's arranging them, but it becomes clear soon enough; he settles Dew against his chest once more, but further up. Far enough for the little ghoul to rest his head on Mountain's shoulder. He rests Dew's legs between his own, keeps them spread just enough to -

"Oh."

Dew sucks his lower lip between his fangs when he feels something hard and hot insert itself between his thighs, pressed right up against his tight sack, and despite the warmth of the water Dew shivers eyes fluttering shut. He squeezes his legs together and loves the loud thud of Mountain's head hitting the porcelain wall of the tub. He snickers, rests his hands on Mountain's exposed knees.

"Like that, big guy?"

Mountain doesn't answer with anything but a low purr, the vibration lovely against Dew's back. Encouraging him to relax even further, to slip a little deeper. He can't even be bothered to open his eyes when one of those massive hands slides up his thigh, over his hip, fingertips drifting through his sparse happy trail. Mountain finds his stiff little dick, gives it a single stroke, and Dew doesn't bother hiding his soft moan.

Then the other ghoul chages his grip, presses Dew's cock against the firm shaft of his own, and as Mountain takes both of their lengths in one hand Dew feels him nosing at his scalp again.

"Who'd think you'd get so boned up over some soap," Dew mutters, as far from complaining as he could be. Mountain chuckles as he fists their cocks, one long, slow stroke.

"Can't help it," he repeats, and Dew responds with the tiniest roll of his hips. One that makes Mountain choke and hold them even tighter. "Fuck, Dew -"

"Just keep sniffin' me, weirdo," the little ghoul teases, happy to do nothing but lay back and enjoy the way Mountain's veiny shaft feels against his own. "But if you cum first you're suckin' me off."

[ghcstcd]

Water Ghoul Dewdrop in his second era robes, as a special treat.

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