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No, I don't wanna be a prince or a princess that the knight is endlessly devoted to; I wanna be the weird ass commoner the knight is infatuated with, the rat catcher that the knight is like, "God fucking dammit, why them??"

I wish to be the funky little fucker that makes the knight lose sleep at night, because under all that dirt and manic energy... I really am just that fucking bizarre and no amount of clean clothes and fancy jewelry will "fix" me.

Watch them try.

Watch them try to turn me into something I'm not, and watch them relent.

Fall to their knees and go, once more, "Why them??"

Like, sorry, bud, you found something worth fighting for, and it's not some pretty maiden in a pink dress, it's the weirdo over by the pond chasing pigeons with a bucket.

And you fucking love me for it.

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Rain, texting Dew: "I'm never asking you to send nudes again." Dew, typing back: "You didn't specify MY nudes-"

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Me, at work: "I wonder if anyone read that one fic of mine I reblogged?"

Me, checking my notes after getting home from work: "...They found the rest of the Cryptid Biology series and the mean Rain content, oh lord-"

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Add this to the pile of fics I forgot about.

A Matter of Taste

[A sort of continuation of THIS ask. Mean Rain. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

"Someone needed to teach him." Rain thinks, tilting his head back, flexing his fingers around the strands of gold pulled taut in his fist.

There's a wrongness to it, watching his cock disappear inside of Dew's mouth, to seeing it push past lips and over tongue with force.

"Fuuuck..."

But there's this deep seated satisfaction that shoots itself through his body when, in slowing his pace, the man on his knees leans towards him, eager to continue receiving.

"It's cute that he's trying so hard."

Loathed to be parted.

"So eager... Here, a reward for the good boy..." he breathes, bringing his hand down to cup his jaw in one, to pull Dew away for a moment to breathe, before guiding himself back in.

He cums without warning, shuddering, and letting a hiss slip through his clenched teeth.

He groans, almost pained, watching Dew's eyes grow wide, his breathing a bit more frantic as the flavor hits his tongue.

"Relax, just take it. Let it happen."

A little dribble of spit mingling with his release trails down Dew's chin, his mouth can't hold it all it seems.

"Swallow." he orders, tightening his grip, "Be good."

He rubs the mess into his skin with his thumb, a mockery of softness.

"Don't let it stain your cassock."

The smaller ghoul looks up at him, eyes ringed in red, unable to respond with Rain's cock in his mouth, unable to plead or beg.

"You can do it."

It's only when Dew's eyes shimmer once more with tears that his pulls out, if only to watch him swallow, catching whatever slips from his lips with his fingers, pushing it back up to his lips.

"Such a good boy... All of it. Swallow all of it."

Dew coughs and whines.

"Do you not like your reward?" Rain asks, pupils narrowing predatorially, "Is that why you're wasting so much?"

"Raaiinn..." Dew whimpers pathetically, "...there's too much... Hh..."

Rain hums bemused, "I thought you said you could take it? Where's that earlier confidence, hm~?"

Dew pouts.

"Swiss was right, you're bad at this... but you're getting better at it, with practice." Rain sighs, petting Dew's cheek, "Now..."

Rain places his foot squarely on Dew's chest, "...Be a dear and lie back for me."

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Instead of saying I have resting bitch face, I'm just gonna start saying my eyes and mouth didn't coordinate.

If you wanna know how I'm feeling either ask or look at my eyes, because I deadass cannot tell when/if I am smiling or not, I was coached out of being expressive, bud.

My eyes say more than my mouth does, and I am a seasoned yapper.

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Legitimately forgot about this fic, reread it, and well, here it is.

Cryptid Biology 3: Deepsea Creatures

[This wasn't supposed to be a trilogy, but I had to add Rain into the mix. Not suitable for younger audiences... you know why.] Below the cut.

They call it "tangling".

That's when two water ghouls intertwine their genitalia to create a sort of, well, a tangle.

It's usually only done during the mating season, because it requires the involved parties to remain connected for some time in a rather vulnerable position, but living on the surface has made it near impossible for Rain to find the chance to convince one of the other ghouls to let him even try tangling with them.

He's not even sure they'd be compatible in that regard.

Water ghoul junk is weird, even among other ghouls, being more... flexible.

Simply put?

Rain can reach places others cannot, even Mountain would struggle to get to achieve his reach, but no one really had the space for him to bury himself completely.

He wasn't big per say, but he was long, and when there's more than one, well, individual size doesn't mean much, now does it?

In short: Rain has found himself wishing someone else in the band could accoma-

Wait.

"You want to do what now?" Dew asks.

He'd followed Rain to his bedroom easily enough, always down for a bit of fun, but this... this seemed a bit more...

"I want to tangle with you."

Intimate isn't quite the right word for it.

Dew flushes bright red.

"I, uhh, I gotta warn you, man, I... I don't think, ya know... I love, you, dude, you're one of my best friends, but I don't think-"

"I-I, hold on, no! It's..." Rain flails, "It's... it's not even that time of the year, so it's just, it's just, ya know... that one's not even gonna come out to play. It's just, I wanna... I wanna know how it feels outside of- You've got me all frazzled now dang it..."

"You just wanna... like, cockwarm with extra steps, basically?" Dew tries, and Rain nods vigorously.

"Exactly, exactly, just that! Or, more like, cuddle-"

"With our dicks?"

"I was hoping we could get some snuggles in aside from that..." Rain admits, "Just seems like a good chance to test it out and... and get cozy, ya know? Papa is away on business, and the others went out to see that movie... so, we have at least an hour to settle in and... try it out."

Dew runs a hand through his hair, pausing to scratch at the base of his horns.

"Sure, why the fuck not?"

Rain trills happily.

The actual set up and prep work of forming a proper tangle is tedious, in part because Dew's tentacles are playing a really good game of "scared turtle" and Rain's are...

"They're trying to go two completely different directions again." Dew comments, watching Rain try and get the wet appendages to cooperate.

"I know..." Rain says, watching them wiggle, almost rebeliously.

"They seem more like they want to wrap around themselves then me."

"If they had something to hold onto, maybe they'd twitch around less..."

Dew gestures down at his crotch.

"You're more than welcome to coax them out, I'm sure they'd love to play together, just gotta convince them." he says, canting his hips towards Rain, "I'd do it myself, but the last time I forced them out, it took Swiss and me half an hour to get them to go back in and it was... deeply unpleasant."

Rain shudders at the thought, "Ouch."

"Damn right, ouch! Just glad Swiss trims his nails, the way he was shoving- Anyway, just... Show me what those talented fingers can do."

Rain grips either side of Dew's hips and pulls him down the bed, pausing.

"So, wait, Swiss just-" he gestures quickly with two fingers, "-Like that? Really?"

"Yeah!" Dew laughs, "He was like, 'Is this okay??', like, dude, he's so good at that stuff usually but he was definitely panicking."

"Why didn't you help him?"

"I did! ...After I came again. Fuckin'... I mean, it was kind of his fault, he was fingering the shit out of me so frantically."

"...You're evil."

"I know."

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Alpha, trying to teach a newly summoned Dew how to be tough around other ghouls: "First, you have to square your shoulders, raise that chin of yours... and then cry." -placing his hands on his shoulders- "Cry loudly and pathetically until a quintessence ghoul comes and beats the shit out of the others for being mean to you." Dew, blinking: "Why a quintessence ghoul?" Alpha: "Because large. Anyway-" Omega, watching from afar: "...Our entire relationship makes so much more sense now..."

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Rain, in the car with Dew again, dressed in his fanciest, frilliest pinkest outfit: "Buckle up, little man, we're going to Olive Garden." Dew, in the passenger seat, dressed in all black, looking like the saddest little guy, but jazzed for bread sticks: "Ye!"

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Rain, driving around with Dew, worried: "You've been quiet for a while now, everything okay? You feeling a little carsick?" Dew, who has been zoning out imagining himself running alongside the car for the last ten minutes: "Yuh." Rain, not any less concerned: "Is that a good 'yuh' or an 'I am about to be sick in your AC vent' yuh-"

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Whenever I set a scene in my mind, I try to imagine the space I'm in, and I have, like, this house I've made my mental sandbox; I see how people move, how objects move or change when one or more characters are involved, where those people go in that space, ya know?

It's a very specific layout, even if it doesn't always wholly make sense right away, one space connects to another, somehow.

When I try to imagine where I'll be living years down the line, though, it's not the house, it's more like... a shoebox of an apartment.

The type of place where the walls are thin but still closing in on you.

For me, imagining where I'll be in the future is more about where I'm at realistically, or at least where I think I'm at.

There's a lot of factors, a lot of fears and unknowns, but also a curiosity of where and when, and a determination to do better by myself, if only because, even in my horrible, horrible brain, I think I deserve a bed, food, and shelter, because if I don't take care of at least that, I can't keep letting my mind drift towards the house, towards the sandbox in my mind.

If you're forever focused on surviving, on when the next shoe will drop, then you're not going to end up anywhere except stuck in your own head worrying, and sometimes you should, you should worry a little, if only to get the gears turning and make things make more sense.

Rooms connecting to rooms.

Living room to kitchen, and how the hallways joins the two, or doesn't.

One good or bad thing doesn't always equate to another.

One path splits infinitely if you don't focus and think realistically.

So you have to think, am I being realistic, or am I being harsh? Am I being cruel?

And is the apartment wholly bad?

What are the benefits of that low? And is it a low for everyone, or a sign of someone's rise from less than that?

Something, something, perspective is important, and dwelling on an unwritten, unimagined future will kill whatever motivation you have to change it, or to think critically/without hyperbole in both a good or bad direction.

Something, something, a hallway ending in a bathroom is good or bad depending on whether or not it's clean or you really have to go.

I dunno, it's early and I'm yapping because my brain is being too loud.

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Dew, with his hands on Aether's shoulders: "Aeon's daily playlist goes from MCR to Pitbull almost jarringly, and when I asked about it, they said, and I quote, 'Sometimes you gotta be sad first to really pop off hard.' and I need you to understand if I ever uttered those words aloud when questioned about my music choices, I'm gonna need you to put me the fuck down." Aether, with a pause: "...Do you want me to put you down like New York City-" Dew: -grabbing Aether by the nipple and twisting- Aether: "AAAAH! OKAY, OKAY!" Dew, releasing him: "Anyway, back to the original story I was telling before I left earlier, when I was a young boy-" Aether, holding his chest: -twitching- Dew, fists clenched: "Don't." Aether: "MY FATHER-" -Meanwhile, in Copia's office- Copia, perking up from his desk: "...Was that a fucking slide whistle? What the fuck-"

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Wandering

Something about Dew's presence brought a youthful bounce to Mountain's step, the urge to climb atop the low wall bordering the dirt road and walk along the top of it, arms stretched wide, came to him in passing with the thought of the other ghoul looking up at him with a fond crinkle to his eyes as he scolded him with no heat about his childish behavior.

Instead, he keeps in step with Dew, whose footfalls are still a little uneven, and looks with wide eyes at the leaves bouncing overhead, shielding them from the pit pat pat of rain in the overgrowth.

Sheltered from the storm, surrounded by the coziness of a sleeping forest, Mountain feels a sigh leave his body with ease and contentment.

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I've entered into my old person phase in which it could be 6:30 at night and I think to myself, "Honestly, I could go to bed."

So long as I don't have other things I want and/or need to do, and the option is available, sometimes I really just want to lie down, and if I fall asleep then, then good, but if not, I still have some time to sit up and do something.

I blame getting up early for work, but, then again, I think I'm just someone who yearns to lay down unbothered.

Imagine me as a creature in a field of clover, plopped down beneath a shady apple tree with a bundled up cloak for a pillow, because that's the vibe I want.

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I reorganized the front room at work today on a whim, and I'm just like, "That is the most productive I'm gonna actively be all week."

I moved all of the racks hhh...

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Dew: -asleep on the couch with his head on Phantom's lap- Phantom, happily sitting there: -humming a tune- Swiss, entering the living room: -holding a wooden spoon and a pan, about to beat them together to wake Dew up- Phantom, head swiveling completely around to stare at him without moving the rest of their body: "If you wake him up, I'll rearrange your internal organs by size without breaking skin." Swiss, wide eyed: -slips back out of the room- Phantom: -back to humming- Dew, who is very much awake, but scared shitless, and pretending to still be asleep, thinking: "Lord, if you're listening-"

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Rain, watching Dew shout at Phantom while music plays in the background: "I can't hear what he's saying, but it pairs up well with Rattlin' Bog, and that should concern any sane person-"

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Bladder woke me up at 3am for a witching hour piss, which ultimately lead to me deciding to get up at 4am instead of 4:30.

Such is the way of things.