#03. thread — * dewdrop ghoul.

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🍭 @helltel . asked for a nameless ghoul

boot propped on wall, he whom they call dewdrop's finger singes red . . . deep with flame.

curtain of golden river shields face while end of cigarette sizzles. "so," a pause. ( . . . ) head raising with an almost disinterested expression. soft shift of neck moves hair from eyes, draped like a veil over magma horns.

" . . . to what do we soldier demons owe the pleasure ? come to ensure the masses are in-line ?" wonders aloud, lips pulling nicotine fumes from filter. swarming inhuman lungs.

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IT'S ALWAYS HURT. even in the pit one can forsake humanity all they want, though emotions are the nature of living things. cruelty, a class system of the weak attacked by the strong -- he has always been an earthly creature with earthly needs. &. it has always set him apart. it has always felt like crippling weight caving in too-small chest.

sensitive, emotional. pushed away such things that cause him almost as much anguish as it does happiness. when his pointed little ears hear loving lyrics from his papa &. conform them to his own heart, with his strumming accompaniment.

shifts hair as he looks up at copia, almost flabbergasted by the question. head moving in the stead of his locked wrists.

even despite copia's taming fingers, facial expression becoming reserved with grounding breath despite still twitching lip. aftershock from earthquake, shifting their plates beneath a bubbling volcano.

eyelashes flutter. oh. he hadn't thought of that. things are so bat shit insane around here, he'd not even considered it as an option. his red eyes less inflamed flicker skeptically across the anti-pope's expression. pressing lips together.

head gives a little shake. the last part makes his upper lip jump, however. is he trying to smile? another gut punch that elicits a gasp of silence sucking in air. pretty words to hide what feels the truth for negative mind. he who knows no better.

"that didn't save the the others." i &. ii, namely.

curls in, gives up. head in chest.

Mismatched eyes cast down, catch imagery of how Dewdrop feels too much for his small, earthly form. What was it like for him, down in the pit? Simpler emotions, surely, but no solid container he was forced to keep it in; like the ocean in a bucket, or a raging fire trying it's hardest to stay within the bricks of a fireplace -- he cannot flood, he can not burn the precious artifacts on the mantle to ashes.

Does it hurt Dewdrop, Copia wonders, to be an earthly creature with earthly needs?

ㅤㅤDoes it hurt as much as being human?

(He hopes it doesn't. The ghouls don't deserve to hurt the way he does; all achy joints and old regrets bubbling over until he isn't sure which one ends where and where the other begins)

Papa lets his ghoul rage it out, burnt shirt in twisted finger tips and helpless violence careening through Dewdrop's throat while Copia sits still, soft, sad smile on black painted lips, pressed together to minimize so the ghoul doesn't think he's laughing at him.

"Okiedokie, all done?"

Bare fingers run through golden hair, tickles at a horn. He thinks this must be comforting -- but has no historic experience to pull from to know.

"I did it all, little man. What's left? ㅤㅤIs it giving up if I ruled all the ass?

ㅤㅤI'll retire."

Before they can kill him. (If their track record is anything to go by, it won't stop them... and maybe that is a leetle his own fault, too. He helped -- set the precedent, didn't he?)

"And the new Papa can get his own fuckin' fire ghoul, eh? ㅤㅤThis one is mine."

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“I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.” ( from valentina at someone idk )

@khalaesi

𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬. "get your crazy ass away from me, bruja."

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"I don't have a single friend - none," from Dew to anyone

"that's bullshit & you know it." blond veil breaks up the sun that peers in through the windows, as he sits on the ground. one knee drawn up, smoking his cigarette. the ghoul is hunched over, head down. he doesn't love looking at his counterpart. his own gills naught more than closed scars on the side of his neck, poking out from the collar of his leather jacket.cauterized. funny... he wouldn't have been so forthcoming, if he wasn't talking to himself. probably would have claimed the same thing, but with dewdrop, it was anything to prove a point. anything to grab the upper-hand, & relinquish any opportunity to be hurt. "& here i thought we were the ones always going on about, 'our pack' --" dew finally looks up at his matching visage, as he leans back against the surface. his other leg down, but still folded. knee pointed at the far wall, with his wrist hanging over the other. "don't forget." he pushes a thin stream of smoke through his nostrils. head tilting, whilst he moves his hair over a horn. "you're preaching to the choir, sodo."

quotes that broke me starters / / @lickingtheflames

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"Oh, is that how you like it?"

Dewpia!

☽𖤐☾ @dilffactory (𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.)

"𝐚𝐡! -- 𝐦𝐦𝐦". [...] there's a strained look upon dewdrop's face, as papa tugs his golden spun hair. extending his neck back so adam's apple is a bulge in his dark grey column. brows screw up, as papa pushes hard into his wet cunt. & he finds an extra tug comes when dew doesn't answer. his back brightens with a flush. whining, with a quick nod shaking his head stiffly up & down. his eyes closing with a soft cringe. "yeah -- fuck." he pushes another huff of smoke. "hold me like this." he half-demands, his tail snaked about the man's midsection with an experimental flick to an exposed nipple.

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“Do I need to baby you?” Copia -> Dew

☽𖤐☾ @dilffactory (𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!)

𝐝𝐞𝐰'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. he's sitting atop a bookshelf like a gargoyle, with his legs up - sitting posture feline-esque. his extra appendage curling in warning, & his teeth bearing in a loud hiss. that which edges off only to rise again in pitch & volume. spittle from built up mucus shuttled from his open mouth, with strings of spit connecting mighty jaws. yes, copia. you need to baby him. or else poor tired, sick dewdrop -- 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 take his medicine. & it's well past midnight.

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“Burn it ’til there’s nothing left.”

Rabbit for Dew? SHRUGS OFF INTO SPACE

EVANESCENCE: SELF-TITLED STARTERS (PART I) / @dilffactory

ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ sɪᴢᴢʟᴇs with a scowl as he looks from her to the building before them. he doesn't have the full story. doesn't need it. perhaps it has something to do with her old life. perhaps someone simply exists in this space who has looked at her in an undesired fashion.

doesn't matter either way.

his glamour holding, his golden hair lies upon a pale face. hands with balled fists stuffed into his pockets. [...] "--- sure thing, sis." he answers. two fingers gripping filter, he exhales twin streams through his nostrils before flicking it into the open part.

he likes rabbit. respects her demeanor, respects her strength. hand replacing in his pocket, deep rocks in leather -- grey denim on legs capped with spiked boots. perhaps with a little bit of magic from him, the small flickering campfire that has started inside turns to bonfire quickly. spreading with harsh sounds of tiny combustions as it sweeps along floorboards, consumes fabric. "planning on telling me what this is all about?" he asks, cocking his head as he turns on his heel to move forth. deciding it best to get the hell outta dodge.

he expects a resounding no. she should expect him not to push it, if such is the case. on account of his powers & his likewise prickly & closed off sensibilities, he assumes there's a reason she chose him rather than some other ghoul.

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❛   we’re more ghosts than people.  ❜  -Dew²

@thedxckpond / inquired.

"what an insightful observation, sodo." he prods. tail flicking. "& what was it that gave you such expert insight? us being demons?" [...] "or am i thinking too small?"

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@bornagainfromwaves / / asked for a one liner

" -- hey." dew subtly slides his gaze, while he approaches quin cooly. hands stuffed in his jacket pockets & raising a questioning brow. "i got some contraband. you interested?"

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dew is hunched over, in a defensive stance - claws extended, hair up & tied high between his horns to avoid blinding himself. he's wearing nothing on the top-half of his body. the two ghouls circling the other, as dew's tongue flickers out like a serpent. his red eyes wild & hot, despite the smirk upon his face. "you're too confident. it's gonna kill you one day." dew taunts, faking a lunge forward as he hisses a hot stream of flames from his throat. licking white hot on his tongue, & still smiling -- before he surges forward. spry & quick, underneath the quintessence ghoul's legs. his tail curling around aether's ankle, on his way through. crouched low, like an animal. on his hands & knees. "tired yet?"

@samusings / / sparring starter !

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“ my hell is your high water. “ - Phantom @ Dewdrop.

Is it the anger? Are they overstimulated after a show? Are they tired of feeling out of place? Yeah.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐁. / @iomadachd

𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, wheeled behind curtains -- legs hanging from it as he hangs back. masked, his guitar is with the techs. his mouth is covered, palms against black as he studies the ghoul below. holding his slouching body up. "hey, i got an idea." he says, snapping fingers on one hand with a point down starkly in phantom's direction. "why don't you stop being such a pussy, huh?" he slides off, hands on hips as he looks up.

"we're all tired. get over it." he throws up a hand as he turns to walk away. mumbling. "don't you know that hell's the good place, around here?"

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ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴡʀᴀᴘs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʀɪʟʟ that he makes when ifrit drops an arm around his shoulders. [...] his hands had been clasped in front of himself, with his masked face looking upward. this one seemed fearless. yet despite dew was certainly not immune to his own fire genes. head tilted over to look up at if. "uh -- sure." he speaks. with feet bracing further apart with self conscious look down, to hold the fire ghoul upright when facing more weight now leaning down upon him.

"you uh, -- wanna get a drink with me? he asked, long bony glamored fingers pointing at himself, while the others curled slightly unnaturally at his side. his own tail swings forth happily, waving in a fluid manner of his own nervous excitement. shaking a little unstably at the wavering of the other. he huffs in his own embarrassment. "where we goin' big guy?"

@muutos liked this for a starter for Dew

“Ah, that went well,” he dropped his arm around Dewdrop’s shoulders and leaned onto him a little bit. He wore a large grin and the lask was pushed up to the top of his head rather than put in place over his face. The show was over, there was no need for it, right? It was his very first one where he’d actually played and not just watched. It was too bad Alpha and Omega weren’t there to see it, but he’d be sure to call Alpha later and let him know.

The tip of his tail flicked from side to side in excitement, he was clearly high on adrenalin still. “Don’t you think so?” he grinned at the other and pulled him even tighter against his side, literally ignoring the size difference. “Come on, let’s get a drink or something. We were on fire!” he whooped and threw his fist up into the air, hyping himself up.

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‵  you  are  such  a  soft  and  messy  thing.  nobody  knows  how  to  take  care  of  you.  ′ Copia and Dew 👀

it feels like heartburn. nostrils stinging, with impending tears he's well aware won't come. unneeded, not necessary -- just a slight kickback of his natural reaction. though the way the small ghoul regards his master is just slightly adverse. his brows narrowing, thin lips parted softly as he regards the other with clear skepticism. a trap for his vulnerability.

everything in him wants to twist & spit, & bite within the other's grasp. feels gripped tight, despite the press of copia being non-threatening. to hiss, & deny - with a whip of ashy grey tail, & golden tresses. but it's too late for that, now. unsure if copia's ever seen him like this, before. the full extent of his hellish appearance on full display. warm reds somewhat deepening the slightly pathetic look in his eyes. his small legs tapering out to large hind paws, with his burnt gills & various scars from previous finning on his arms & legs. light pink -- in different stages of healing, even still. he growls, a primal sound as his lips close in resignation. his large hands resting on copia's chest, before they slide up around his neck. his chin turning away, to avoid those eyes. can be so unnerving.. long fingers curling into fists, as they cross behind the papa's head. burying his face into the man's neck with paws flexing, when he pushes up on his toes. huffing, & nuzzling him softly. head tilted to accommodate his nose. "so i've been told..." he grumbles. half a lie. "--& let me guess. you do, right?" it's mocking, but deep down there's a glimmer of hope.

❥     𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓   . / / @dilffactory

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“tell me how to make it better.” - Phantom @ Dewdrop

post - trauma sentence starters / @iomadachd

𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 -- his helmet off, his head having been in his hands. for red eyes flare like wind hit burning coals. head whipping over to stare at the other ghoul, with hands thrown down over his uniformed lap. "don't you get it you fucking child? you can't -- you fucking can't, so stop fucking trying." somewhere during his tirade he's gotten up, pointing in the quintessence ghoul's face while the tips of his horns radiate their fiery tips like dripping magma. smoke pouring from his nostrils. "-- now get the fuck away from me, ghoul."

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#Dew is a little shit - Adramalech

"yeah --- you wanna kiss my ass, while you're at it with the compliments?" asked with a cock of his head upward. expression indistinct. "i promise, it's just as pretty as the rest of what you see."

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dewdrop rolls his eyes, at that. to most it would be endearing, the way the elder ghoul is so blunt. how he takes things so literally. but for dew, it just got in the way. confines his understanding & makes him mad. doesn't like to feel like he's missing the point. doesn't like feeling like he's not in-on something. in on the joke, even. though he knows pyre isn't making one. not really. but it still makes him a bit hot under the collar, with wide palms sweating. blond hair shifting over his shoulders, as he lowers his head to pull a drag from his cigarette. looking behind him (lazily), with a scoff, as he moves through the room. back towards where he came from. he leans his back against the dresser. that which he had just been perched upon, like a gargoyle. his bass guitar propped next to it. ankles crossed, with one hand stuffed in his pocket as he regards the other. smoke filtering through his nostrils. "-- yeah." he utters. a shake of his head moving his blond hair. "how could i forget?" dew places a hand briefly, on his heart.

the resident ancient fire ghoul. the one who should be taken as the well of knowledge he no doubt is. but instead he's just seen as opposition. like everything dew has been thrust into. & he doesn't know how to handle his element. feeling ironically like a fish out of water. the fire genes in his body saw fit to ravage at the water, within. & despite not having been privy to the kind of pain that pyre can inflict, dew knows it well. scars that used to be his fins & gills, enough to show this. at least an extent.

"oh -- that." dew, turns his head around, to look at the bass. his thumb jutted out. swinging his hair so it didn't land in his face, when he turns back. "naw, i didn't write that." he says. red eyes peering up almost unreadably, through his blond veil. "at least not yet, anyway." [...] "you uh.. you really think that's good?" head tilts gently, with his cigarette half-way to his mouth. brows narrowed, in distrustful curiosity.

Pyre smiled under his mask. Oh he knew that attitude, and he knew Dew was just being defensive. No harm done, but it hurt just a little. But he didn't show it however, as the feeling would pass.

"Oh I know," Pyre said simply, "I don't have kids, as you know."

Hands were placed in his jacket pockets nodding to Dew who finally opened the door.

"Got it, got it," he wandered into the room, looking around, "Although I don't think you have forgotten the tales of how I've punished the worst of the worst, have you?"

The tales of Pyre were absolutely horrifying, what he did to those who deserved the worst punishments imaginable, consumed by fire that emanated from the ghoul's body, melting and bubbling the skin off a deceased sinner until there was nothing else but a skeleton. Nobody would think that if they saw the kind and caring Pyre that stood before Dew.

"Anyway, the reason why I'm here: Did you just write that or made it up on the spot? It's very good."