holleringhollowfolk
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holleringhollowfolk · 18 hours ago
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Firm believer that rain can convince dew of anything.
dew would do literally anything his girlfriend wanted him to, no matter how silly or strange it might seem at first. and he’s never embarrassed to admit that, once again, rain was right and dew likes it
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holleringhollowfolk · 19 hours ago
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I redrew my first ghost drawing ever, idk why. I just felt like it. He has a neck this time! Holy moly.
Original under the cut.
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holleringhollowfolk · 20 hours ago
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ngl if omega, aether, and phantom all worked in the infirmary of the ministry together, I'd be throwing myself down the stairs at least once a week so I would get to see them and make googly eyes at them
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holleringhollowfolk · 1 day ago
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⁺‧₊˚ sound it out 𖤐 dew & aether ˚₊‧⁺
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❥ summary; dewdrop + aether + sounding = 3k word smut ❥ warnings; sounding, light bondage, submissive aether, slight orgasm denial?, tiny bit of hair pulling, idk how to tag anymore ❥ authors note; haven’t written smut in over a year, be nice pls ❥ wc; 3.1k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚
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a glint of metal flashes between dews fingers, “fuck aeth,” he groans, flipping the rod around in his hand, “you’re sure you wanna do this?” he asks, stepping between aethers thighs. he’s giving him an out, an escape, not that aether would ever take it
“please,” aether whimpers, eyes fixed on dews hand. he rolls his hips up, a futile attempt at getting some friction on his painfully hard cock. he’s been hard, leaking profusely for far too long, “please, touch me, dew,”
dew growls, watching closely as his mate struggles against the bounds around his wrists, keeping him sat, mostly, still against the chair he’s on. another flash of metal and aether whines, desperate and needy, cheeks puffing out with air
it’s been hours, aether thinks in the back of his mind. hours since dew tied him up, hours of dew touching him, running his hands all over his body, conveniently bypassing aethers cock. everytime he got stupidly hopeful that dew would wrap thin skilful fingers around him, he didn't. aether is almost at his limit, about to start begging
but, he doesn't have to because dew is dropping to his knees between his thick trembling thighs, lithe fingers wrapping around aethers fat cock. dew gives a slow tug, groaning quietly to himself when aether throbs in his hand
“get yourself wet for me,” dew grunts, sinking fangs into his bottom lip and swiping the pad of his thumb over aethers already wet slit, shiny and flushed a gorgeous deep purple.
aether groans at the sudden contact, his stomach tenses and his cock kicks in dews little hand, pre spurting from the tip but before it can drip, slide down over dews knuckles, the fire ghoul is bringing the rod to it
luckily the metal is warm after being held in dews fist for so long. he flicks his wrist gently, swirling the shiny rounded tip through aethers mess, “there you go,” dew smirks, dragging out the last word as aether continues to leak and whimper softly
it’s a slow, torturous movement. a slide of smooth metal around and around in circles on aethers engorged head until dew is dipping the rod against aethers hole, both ghouls groaning at the wet sound it makes when dew pulls the rod away
“droplet,” aether whimpers through gritted teeth. his thighs tense, knees knocking against dews shoulders, “please, do it, plea-”
aethers desperate ramble gets cut off, replaced by a loud choked moan when dew pushes the end of the metal rod past his tip. it disappears into aethers cock, only centimetres but aether whimpers at the sudden, slight stretch, “oh f-fuck,”
dews eyes stay transfixed on aethers cock, one of his hands wrapped around the base, keeping it still while his other hand keeps the rod in place, allowing his mate to get used to the feeling of it
the quint ghoul shifts, hips bucking up slightly as his hands curl into fists behind his back, “move, please,” aether whines, trying to buck his hips up even further
instead of following aethers whine, dew does the opposite, pulling the rod out completely. aether hisses through his teeth in protest, “i know, it’s coming back,” dew provides, giving aether a slow stroke which forces another bead of pre out of him
the bounds around aethers wrists tighten when he pulls on them, he could rip through them, his sheer size and strength would make it far too easy but he won't, he's in safe hands, he trusts dew
he holds his breath in anticipation, watches through heavy lidded eyes as dew gets comfortable on his knees. the smaller ghoul reaches behind himself, pulling his shirt off to shove it under his knees to act as a poor attempt at cushioning
“ready?” dew asks, leaning forwards to kitten lick at the underneath of aethers tip, letting it rest heavy on his tongue and groaning deep in his chest when aether spurts against his warm lips, dew takes that as a yes
he leans back, licking pre off of his lips and then the rod returns, slipping into aethers cock once more, this time though, dew pushes it in further, inches it into aethers tight little hole until only half of the rod is visible
“dew,” aether moans, throwing his head back. dew growls, snaps his fangs together as his tail winds around aethers calf, spade roaming up and down in what should be a soothing manner, though to aether it feels rather teasing “s-shit,”
“feel good?” dew smirks, watching as pre erupts from aethers tip around the rod, spilling down his length and over dews knuckles. aether nods, breathless and panting slightly, eyes focused on dew, “yeah? what if i do this?”
dew holds the rod between his finger and thumb and starts to twist it slowly, “de-, oh shit,” aether pants, eyes squeezing shut, “feels so fucking good,” he chokes out before sinking his fangs into his bottom lip, hips bucking up into the air
the fire ghoul watches from his place between aethers thighs. watches as his mates head tips back, jaw dropping in a silent moan. watches as his hips roll, his back arching away from the backrest of the wooden chair
around aethers leg, dews tail winds higher and higher, squeezing around a thick thigh before unraveling completely, suspending itself briefly in the space between the two ghouls.
aether isn’t looking, can’t, otherwise he will cum. seeing dew on his knees in front of him under any circumstances will send aether over the edge faster than he would like to admit. but, dew on his knees fucking a little metal rod into him? aether would be a minute man at best
dew however, takes the opportunity while aether isn’t looking. he continues to twist the rod, reveling in the little gasps aether makes but his tail gets closer to aether, spade hovering dangerously over his mates fat balls
the spade dives in, like it has a mind of it's own, nudging and dragging over aethers heavy sack, “fuck!” aether shouts, probably loud enough for any other poor unsuspecting ghoul in the den to hear him. his entire body clenches, wrists pulling against the ties, “fuck,” he repeats, a whispered whimper this time
the bigger of the ghouls is starting to struggle, a burning heat forming low in his stomach as he wills himself to look at his mate, eyes burning and watering, tears threatening to spill. his mouth opens, jaw slack, but no noise comes out
dew slides his hand from aethers base to his tip, thumb pressing lightly against the bump under aethers skin where the rod sits, the former grunts in response and then, “think you can take the whole thing?”
the innocence in dews voice is faux, dripping with it as he cocks his head to the side, staring up at aether with wide eyes, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as he does. he continues to drag his hand up and down aethers wet cock, refusing to move the rod even an inch
aethers cock jerks in dews hand, “yes, fuck i can, make me take it,” he rambles, blinking wetly at his partner. dews tail returns to it's earlier place, winding around aethers calf, spade drifting up and down gently
without much warning dew starts to withdraw the rod, twisting as he goes before pushing it back in, fucking it further and further into aethers littlest hole. the rod slides in and out of him smoothly, a wet slide that has the bigger of the boys panting, precum doing it's best to spurt out around the metal, “almost there,” dew groans, his own hips sliding forwards, jeans starting to get uncomfortably tight, “aeth look,”
in aether’s haze he somehow manages to look, heavy lidded eyes traveling down dews slight body and between his own legs just as dew lets the last few inches of the rod disappear into him, the entire thing pressed into his cock, “fuck, fuck fuck,” aether groans loudly as the rod presses against something deep inside of him, his entire body tenses, pushing the rod back out a few centimetres
dew moans, his thumb pressing down over the end of the rod until the pad of his finger is flush with aethers slit, sliding it back and forth gently before dragging a knuckle down the bump until he’s brushing against aethers balls
“lucifer below, look at you,” the fire ghoul whistles low, eyes focused on his mates cock. above him, aether whimpers, thighs trembling, vibrating. slowly, dew rises from his spot on the floor, standing to his full height between aethers legs
aether silently stares at him, eyelashes wet and clumped together. dew steps forward, getting a knee up onto the edge of the chair, sliding his thigh forward until aethers cock is resting against harsh denim, a damp spot forming almost immediately
thin fingers brush through aethers hair, he trills and leans into dews touch, cheek slightly brushing against dews wrist until dews fingers are gripping at his hair, blunt nails pressing against his scalp. dew tilts aethers head back, barely allowing him to whimper before he’s on him
dew kisses him hard and dirty, licking straight into aethers open mouth. aether doesn’t really kiss back as much as he just moans and lets dew take. sharp fangs nip against aethers bottom lip until their kiss is metallic and wet, “you,” dew pants, pausing to suck on aethers lip, “are so fucking good,”
suddenly, dew pulls back, lust driven and groaning as he shoves his jeans down, kicking them across the floor, discarded, “dew,” aether whimpers, a silent beg for him to come back, to touch him, to let him cum
“i know, i-i’ve gotta,” dew pauses, pupils blown wide, hands hovering at his waist as he looks at aether “gotta, fuck,” he mumbles, shoving his boxers down his legs too, exposing his own cock
dews cock is painfully hard, deep red, almost purple at the tip. a bead of precum runs down the underside of his length, dripping off and onto the floor before dew can wrap his fist around himself
jerks once, twice and then three times before he invades aethers personal space again, slotting himself over one of his mates thighs. aethers head rolls, forehead bumping against dews shoulder, a deep groan bubbling out of his throat when dew grinds, dragging slick over his skin
“please,” aether slurs, digging his fangs against dew’s collarbone, the latter tips his head back and hisses in return, “need’a cum so bad,” his beg is emphasized by his cock kicking between them, smearing pre against dews sharp hipbone
the fire ghoul growls low, “i'm not done with you yet, sorry,” he grins, unapologetic, before dragging a hand down aethers broad chest, pinching lightly at the soft skin underneath aethers navel. his hand gets lower and lower until it’s wrapping around where aether needs him most, groaning when the rod presses into his palm from the inside
“push it out,” dew orders, free hand squeezing tight around the base of his own cock. aether sobs, lets his head roll back as his body tenses, forcing the metal rod out enough for dew to get his fingers on it
dew twists the rod, neither pushing nor pulling yet, just letting it twist and drag inside of aether, “look how well you're taking it,” he says, pulling the rod up until only the tip rests in aethers hole
the quint ghouls chest heaves but he makes no attempt to look down, his head still tilted back, eyes staring at a specific spot on the ceiling. he whimpers high, feminine, before his voice cracks, breaking off into a deep moan when the rod is suddenly pushed back into him. he tries to roll his hips up but with dew sat so high on his thigh, he’s trapped against the chair
dew rolls his eyes, free hand reaching up to grab at aethers chin, forcefully tilting his head down, “no, i said look,” he huffs against aethers neck, nipping at the shell of his ear, “look exactly how well you're taking it,”
aethers balls start to draw up, the image in front of him being far too much to take. dews skinny thighs either side of his thicker one, dews fingers twisting and pushing down on the rod, dews cock bobbing between them, forgotten about, “i’ll cum, dew, i swear” aether warns, panicked and rushed
“not until i say so,” dew sing songs, thumb pressing on the tip of the rod until it disappears again and then, he takes both hands off of aether completely, “soon though,” he mumbles, his palm sliding against aethers tip, rubbing round in circular motions
aether wails, veins in his neck straining so hard dew momentarily debates sinking his fangs in. dews palm is warm but aethers tip is hot, pulsing and throbbing, sensitivity pushed straight to a hundred as dew doesn’t let up, stopping only for a second before restarting the circular motion in the opposite direction
“dew,” aether chokes, tears streaming down his cheeks, “baby, please, let me cum, i nee- oh, need to so bad,” he starts to wriggle, thrash as best as he can without bucking dew off of him and onto the floor. soft material digs into his wrists harshly when he pulls on them, hissing hard at the slight pain
now, while dew is the furthest thing from a saint he has an incredibly large soft spot for aether and while he would love to continue this game far into the night, keep his mate on edge for hours to come, though he would never admit it, dew is hurtling towards his own orgasm at light speed. hours of teasing, foreplay and aether hitting him all at once
he reaches around aether, tugging on the end of the tie until it’s slipping free and falling to the floor. before aether can get his hands on dew, squeeze at his waist until his fingers are completely surrounding him and touching, dew grabs his wrists, “do not touch yourself,” he orders, bringing one of aethers hands down to his own cock
aether pants, dances his fingertips over dews slit, getting his fingers wet before he slides his fist from tip to root, pinky finger brushing against dews sack, “fucking hell, o-oh shit,” dew moans, grinding his hips forward, fucking his cock through aethers tight fist
“uh huh,” aether pants, brain turning to mush, his own quint bleeding into his veins and judging by the slight purple tinge in dews eyes, he’s feeling it too, his head tipping back while he uses aether to get himself off
suddenly, dew flies forward, crushes his mouth against aethers, a clash and clang of teeth, tongues pressing together messily. aethers free hand winds into dews hair, blonde strands wrapping around his fingers though he doesn't pull, just holds him there
“push it out again,” dew mumbles against aethers lips, palm finally coming to a stop over aethers throbbing tip, pressing down so the rod couldn't come out anyway, “c’mon, do it,”
“i can’t” aether sobs, salty tears slipping down his cheeks and between their lips.
dew growls, snapping at aethers bottom lip, “you can and you will,” he says pressing his thumb against the bump, he rubs up and down, coaxing aether to push the metal out. dews free hand drops to aethers balls again, letting them rest heavy in his palm, “do it and then i’ll let you cum”
through a whimper aether tenses, rolls his hips up and bumps dews palm out of the way. the rod slips free, an inch at most before aether is panting, “i can't, please, dew, help,” he cries, fist halting around dews cock
if dew wasn't on the edge of his own orgasm he would’ve said no, told aether to do it himself but he can't wait and neither can aether. he grunts, works his hand up aethers length until he's getting a hold of the rod, pulling on it slowly
in his other hand aethers balls draw up, somehow getting heavier in dews palm. aethers hand practically flies over dews cock, filling the room with wet, slick sounds, mixed with both ghouls panting, chests heaving and then, the sound of the little metal rod slipping free of aethers wet tip and hitting the floor with a little metallic clang
dew gets his fist around aether, a mirror image of what aether is doing to him, hands sliding up and down each other with earnest, “cum for me aeth,” dew pants, “fucking squirt for me, make a mess,” he all but begs, nudging his hand against aethers balls, rolling them between his fingers
aether doesn't put up a fight, simply throws his head back and howls, spilling thick and hot over dews knuckles. managing to splatter up both of their stomachs. dew groans, still working his hand over aether, “cum, please cum,” aether sobs, body starting to shake from overstimulation even though his cock is still spitting
quintessence zaps up dews spine, forcing his orgasm out of him before he can even open his mouth, his head rolls forward onto aethers shoulder, “f-fuck,” he whimpers, thrusting his hips up into aethers, slightly looser, fist
his cock throbs, jerks and then he’s adding to the mess, shooting his load with a wail, cum drips down his own chest and then runs down over aethers hand, thick drips covering his knuckles
overstimulation threatens them both, leaving them to slump against each other, aethers clean hand drapes around dews waist, pulling him close to stop him sliding off of his lap, dews body getting heavier in his hold
neither ghoul is entirely sure how long they stay like that, both of their cocks starting to soften while cum slowly dries over their hands and bodies. aether makes the first move, somehow recovering faster than dew.
he kisses dews forehead, “bath?” he asks, twisting the end of dews hair around his fingers while his cum stained hand tickles up his thigh, “dewy?”
dew hums, blissed out and hazy from his orgasm, swaying gently as he leans against aether, “carry me?” he asks, lips moving against aethers collarbone, mouthing softly
aether chuckles, his body gently jerking dew as he does, “i’m not sure if i can even stand up,” aether grunts a little, tightening an arm around dew before arching his back, letting it crack in at least three places, a soft groan of relief escaping him
“only one way to find out,” dew supplies lightly, throwing an arm over aethers shoulder and around his neck. aether huffs and moves dew until he’s fully seated on his lap, knees pressing against aethers hips
“okay but if we both fall over, it’s not my fault,”
“sure thing big guy,”
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thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!
lemme know if you see any mistakes, tia ♡
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holleringhollowfolk · 2 days ago
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Part 1 of my ghoul designs. Starting off with Rain and Dewdrop ✨
Feel free to ask questions cause I'd gladly share my creative process, it's just that idk where to start :')
Headcanons and explanation about their design and respective elements under the cut:
Water Ghouls
They have thin and small horns that can easily break off. Their horns are meant for display purposes and not for butting heads with other ghouls
They have the thickest and longest tails among the ghouls. Due to this, they are one of the 2 elements that have non-prehensile tails. This does not however stop them from using their tails as a whip for smacking things and other ghouls as a warning
With what they lack in horns and defenses, they make up for being venomous/toxic
Colors = cool colors (red, orange, yellow are rare)
Rain
His tentacle-like hair is affected by his emotions. The stronger the emotion, the more curly it becomes. If he's bored or sad, it goes limp
Tends to drag his tail while he walks, easily trips. On more than one occasion, his packmates accidentally stepped on his tail
Has a venomous barb on his tail
Fire Ghouls
They have goat-like horns that point inward, a fire orb can appear when they use their magic
Wide mouths that have slits on the cheeks. These openings act as a vent to help regulate body temperature
You can tell the maturity of the ghoul by the color of their flames (Blue = young/inexperienced, Red = old). If their flames are green, something is wrong
Colors = ranges from warm colors to black/brown only
Dewdrop
Some water ghoul features carried over after his transition. The gills on his neck act as a replacement for a fire ghoul's mouth vent
Blind eye effect: The fire transition gave his eyes a foggy look. Vision is completely fine but it seems like he's always staring blankly into space
Had his hair cut off days after the transition by Aether and Mountain because they were worried about him. He was ripping locks of his hair from his scalp to calm himself (think of a bird plucking its own feathers)
His hair grew back during Copia's papacy but it now grows unevenly and needs to be constantly fixed/tied back
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holleringhollowfolk · 2 days ago
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No I lied, Zephrit time
CW - Breath Play
Zephyr who seems so quiet only in private for them to be a sadistic asshole, with Ifrit as their very willing masochist sub. Their closet full of floggers, paddles, wartenberg pinwheels of different sizes, rope, so many sex toys, gags, cuffs, you name it.
Just imagine. Zephyr casually on the phone with Delta, making lunch plans all while digging their heel on Ifrit's dick, swirling magick through their fingers as they cut off the oxygen around him.
"Hm? Oh no, I'm not busy at all." Watching Ifrit's eyes roll back, grinding their heel in more until he cums over his stomach. How his face turns more red and they tighten their hand to a fist, watching that shade quickly turn blue and how his natural glow starts dimming down.
"Of course I don't mind talking to you longer. Tell me all about it."
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holleringhollowfolk · 2 days ago
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Sighs
Okay but what if Zephyr had a beautifully intricate tattoo sleeve that stopped just shy of their wrist so you'd never see it peeking out from underneath their uniform sleeve
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holleringhollowfolk · 3 days ago
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i'm currently thinking about minute man Dew. How he gets worked up so easily, oh so very quickly and how the others abuse it often. Specifically Mountain and Rain. I think Mountain has an iron willpower but Rain? Rain wont cum until he wants to. You can torture him for hours and he wont get close unless he's ready. I'm thinking about how the 2 of them will play with Dew for hours, teasing and prodding, milking orgasm after orgasm out of this poor ghoul and when they've both decided he's been a good boy, then they'll tell him:
"Just a little bit longer, can you do that for us Firefly?"
Dewdrops mind has long since melted out of his weeping cock, his head fuzzy and his ears ringing but the offer of relief, the simple suggestion that they're satisfied......well that has the fog clearing a bit and he tries to muster the energy to respond.
"It's okay baby, you don't have to talk. Just nod."
Rain almost purrs the words unto his ear, praising him when he manages a feeble nod.
He's so used at this point that he barely registers when mountain pushes into him, sliding so easily against his walls. He barely registers when Rain eases open his mouth, his tongue falling out without regard. The image of him being so wholly ruined is almost enough to shatter Mountains thinning resolve......almost, but not quite.
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holleringhollowfolk · 3 days ago
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Mountain just fully in throes of the Spring equinox, Earth instincts completely overtaking him.
He’s practically non-verbal, only making noises like growls, purrs, chuffs, trills and snarls, very animalistic in his behaviours and is usually in very minimal clothing (think like the Na’vi in Avatar).
He starts spending all his time in the woods, helping the trees and plants grow and hunting a lot of animals.
He knows specific meanings and symbolisms behind different species and when he finds one suitable, he’ll hunt it with a specific person in mind.
With his mind fuzzed up by the equinox, he doesn’t see how it could be inappropriate or creepy to walk through the Ministry, near-naked, covered in blood with a mutilated corpse in his arms.
He’ll just stroll to the person or Ghoul, drop it at their feet and gives them the most adorable and dorky smile that still manages to be endearing despite the blood and soil all over him.
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holleringhollowfolk · 3 days ago
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Joey, Madeleine
Hear me out
Winter solstice is the perfect day to release a new album, don't you think? 👀
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holleringhollowfolk · 3 days ago
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Lambert: vesemir used to wake up early to cut the crusts off my sandwhiches
Aiden: aww that's so swee-
Lambert: he knew they were my favorite part and he'd eat them if I acted up in training
Aiden: ... so.. so your saying... this is why you're so crusty?
Lambert: listen here you little shit
Aiden: yes sir Mr vesemir
Lambert: *horrified screaming when he realizes who he was quoting*
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holleringhollowfolk · 4 days ago
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Sorry yeah just thinking about Omega forcemascing Phantom and using quintosis to make him forget he has a pussy so he can fuck him in the ass “like a real man”. Also thinking about Phantom’s little gape afterwards and him shyly asking Omega to take pictures to jerk off to in the future.
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holleringhollowfolk · 5 days ago
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Fuck it, I'm on a roll tonight
Ifrit's always adored writing music for Zephyr. Multiple instrumental pieces, loved even making sheet music for them, letting them add in their own fixes and being able to sit in their bedroom and simply... Play. There was no worries when it was just Zephyr on their keyboard, and Ifrit holding his acoustic. Sometimes he'd switch it to his electric if no one else was in the den (he liked being courteous to not make too much noise.)
So when Zephyr started getting sicker, how they'd simply sing their part while he continued to play. And when they couldn't do that but open their eyes to watch, he'd still play for them. And when they couldn't do that but lay peacefully in bed and listen, he'd still play for them.
And eventually he'd play right next to a picture of them from when they first got together. Each piece is still always designated for them.
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holleringhollowfolk · 5 days ago
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Rain, relaxing by the lake with Cumulus: "Lus?" Cumulus, lowering her sunglasses: "Yes, Rainy?" Rain: "Showed Dew my dick earlier." Cumulus: "Oh-ho-ho~? What'd he say?" Rain, looking out over the water, introspective: "..." -breathes- "Well, after he asked why I was in his room, his follow up question was, 'Why is it blue?' and then he pulled out paint swatches-" Cumulus, confused: "Why did he have paint swatches??" Rain: "He was painting a wall in his room, and he just... held a couple swatches up to my dick and was like, 'Ah, it's a gradient...'... So apparently my dick is ultramarine." Cumulus, glancing down: "So, anything else happen or just color matching?" Rain, laying back: "Well, after that, Mountain came back from running an errand..." Cumulus: "I forgot they're roommates... Oh shit. Mount saw your dick, too then??" Rain: "Didn't even bat an eyelash, dude just went, 'They were out of soy milk, and I ain't gonna drink nut milk, so I guess it's dry cheerios for breakfast today.' like it was the most normal thing to witness." Cumulus: "Really makes you wonder what goes on in that dorm, huh..." -Meanwhile, in Mountain and Dew's dorm room- Mountain: "WHY WERE YOU COLOR MATCHING HIS PENIS?!" Dew, crying: "I PANICKED BECAUSE IT WAS BIG, OKAY?! I WAS PLAYING IT COOL AND CASUAL!!!" Mountain, head in his hands: "AT LEAST WARN A GUY BEFORE HE WALKS IN ON THAT! I WAS TALKING ABOUT NUT MILK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD-"
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holleringhollowfolk · 6 days ago
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Copia: Didn’t you die? Terzo: That was a decade ago, things change!
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holleringhollowfolk · 8 days ago
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holleringhollowfolk · 9 days ago
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Mushy May - Day 14 : Silly Baby Talk
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Dew loves to indulge Mountain's needy cuddles 🥰 (consider this as formal apology for yesterday's angsty drawing 🥺)
Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! ✨
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